"The fifth herringbone kills Ye Hongsleeve, swear to kill the evil king!"

"The fourth herringbone kills Jiang Yunliu and swears to kill the evil king!"

"The Seventh Kill ...... of the Ringbone"

"The Ninth Kill ...... of the RingWord"

On the vast battlefield, one voice after another resounded through the heavens and the earth, making the expressions of tens of thousands of warriors shocked, and their hearts were excited and shocked, which was extremely complicated.

The thirteen killings of the human character, in the course of hundreds of years, controlled the night of the Eastern Spirit Realm.

No matter who it is, everyone under the realm of Wuhou talks about the change of color, they are like poisonous snakes hidden in the shadows, which makes people unguardable.

I never thought that today's identity was revealed, and it was so unbelievable.

"Feng Wanli turned out to be the eleventh killer of the human character, he is the leader of the yellow character camp of Xuanyuan Mansion!"

"And that Ye Hongsleeve, the top auctioneer in the blood-colored auction house, a woman who looks so weak, is actually the fifth killer of the legendary herringbone!"

Jiang Yunliu ...... Didn't he die twenty years ago?"

......

Looking at the identities revealed one after another in the void, the mood of tens of thousands of warriors could not be calmed for a long time.

"The herringbone three killing sword is nameless, and swear to kill the evil king!"

Beside Lin Huang, the third kill with the ghost head mask suddenly shouted, shaking the Quartet. Then I saw the figure of the third killer turn into thunder, slashing towards the dark crow in front of him, and his momentum was extremely powerful, comparable to the peak of Wuhou.

"Sword Nameless?!"

Hearing this unfamiliar name, countless warriors showed puzzled expressions, but many people were shocked, "Forty years ago, that nameless person in the legend? Because he was nameless, he was nameless...... I didn't expect it to be the third kill of the herringbone!"

Thinking of this, everyone's hearts couldn't help but be shocked.

That person's thirteen killings can be called a famous figure for decades. Everyone was like a meteor streaked across the sky above the Eastern Spirit Realm, and when they disappeared, they made countless martial artists regret, but they didn't expect that these people had all become one of the thirteen killings of the human character, it was unbelievable.

While everyone was still stunned, the thirteen killings of the human characters in the battlefield had already turned into a silent long wind cloud, killing towards the three thousand black robes of the Blood Spirit Palace.

Only in the breeze, one after another black-robed people fell silently.

Dead inexplicably.

also died quietly.

And above the sky, the call of thirteen killings of the herringbone was still endless, attracting everyone's attention, only to see Lin Cangxue, who was burning with fire all over her, suddenly unsheathed her sword, like a thunderbolt swimming in the world, slashing towards the three thousand black robes. Only between the long sword and the human head, the voice of Jiao Qi spread throughout the four fields:

"The twelfth kill of the herringbone, Lin Cangxue of the Drifting Snow Palace, swear to kill the evil king!"

The clear and beautiful voice resounded on the battlefield, which shocked the hearts of countless people, and they were full of surprise. Turning his head to look at the stunning woman in the battlefield, his heart set off monstrous waves. This woman, who has risen for less than five or six years, although she is a legend of the Eastern Spirit, has not yet stepped into the ranks of the powerhouses of the Eastern Spirit Realm, and she is also a person who kills thirteen people?

Then, another voice sounded in the void, and there was a trace of sadness and arrogance in Zhongzheng peace:

"The tenth kill of the herringbone, Xie Qinghou of the Drifting Snow Palace, the battle of the curtain call of the Qinglong Mountain Range, kill eight hundred black robes!"

Tens of thousands of people on the battlefield looked up, only to see Lin Huang controlling the formation with one hand, and waving the other hand, the phantom of a young man appeared in the void. That young man was extremely handsome, and it is not an exaggeration to even overwhelm the country and the city, I don't know how many women in the world can be ashamed.

The young man had a pair of dark eyes, as clear as the starry sky.

In the long air, Lin Huang looked at Xie Qinghou who he had sketched with one hand, and his heart couldn't help but feel sour. If there is no real appearance in front of the world today, when will this young man who has been hiding in the Blood Spirit Hall for ten years and has suffered a lot, be able to walk in the sun openly?

Then, Lin Huang let out a long howl again, and there was a hint of majesty in his fierce expression, "The thirteenth kill of the herringbone, Lin Huang of the Drifting Snow Palace, swear to kill the evil king!"

With a fall, tens of thousands of warriors suddenly widened their eyes, looking at the young man in the sky, full of disbelief.

"Snow Palace again?!"

"How could Lin Huang be the thirteenth kill of the herringbone?"

"He's only been cultivating for less than three years ......"

......

At this moment, most of the thirteen killings of the herringbone have been exposed, and the battle has become a mess in the sky.

On the battlefield, the thirteen killings of the herringbone are like long wind and clouds, and they are gone, only the quietly invisible murderous aura is swept away, like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, harvesting one after another the heads of the black robes of the Blood Spirit Palace.

The blood-colored formation that filled the battlefield quietly broke.

Tens of thousands of warriors rose up, like ten thousand beasts coming out of the gate, slashing towards the three thousand black robes.

In the sky, Yan Zangfeng had one arm, fighting the pitch-black crow.

The third killing sword of the herringbone is like a dragon, like lightning, like a breeze, like rain and mist, and a sword goes towards the crow in front of him.

The oven in front of Murong Yan was humming, and an incomparably terrifying aura came out of it, which made Lin Huang's heart full of fear.

And around the forest wilderness, the snow was flying, constantly killing the blood crows that rushed to the oven.

A great war, it seems, has been reversed again at this moment, reaching an imperceptible equilibrium.

But Lin Huang believed that as long as the oven in Murong Yan's hand was turned on in half an hour, this battle that spanned hundreds of miles would inevitably be reversed.

"Poof......

However, at this moment, Murong Yan suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, which made De Lin Huang's face change.

I saw that Murong Yan's face was pale and distorted, his ten fingers were exposed, and his eyes were bloodshot staring at the oven in front of him, as if he was doing something extremely shocking.

Lin Huang turned his head to look at the oven, his eyelids jumped violently, and he said:

"This ...... This is a sixth-level formation?!"

Then, the violent shock in Lin Huang's heart seemed to have been hammered a few times, and his eyes were ruddy and staring at Murong Yan, "Burning the soul, breaking through the limit, and forcibly condensing the sixth-level formation, this is the art of sacrifice!"

Lin Huang immediately flew towards Murong Yan, wanting to stop the latter. Before he could take a step, he saw Murong Yan turn his head violently, with a smile on his face.

With a buzz, there was a loud noise in the oven, like a coffin, knocking on Lin Huang's heart.

The flame of pseudo-nirvana is done!

Lin Huang looked at Murong Yan, who was holding the oven in his hand and vomiting blood from the corner of his mouth, and there was a cramp in his heart, and it was difficult to vent like a block.

The flame of nirvana is finished.

It also shows that the burning state of Murong Burn's soul is irreversible, unless there is a power like Xiao Yishan.

"Over to you!"

Murong Yan held the oven in his hand and looked at Lin Huang with a smile on his face, "The teacher can become a fifth-level array master in this life, and he has laid a sixth-level oven before he dies, so he has no regrets." The flame of pseudo-nirvana has been achieved, but if you want to present in this world, you are still a little bit angry!"

"So, the next thing, only you can help the teacher go down!"

Murong Yan looked at half of his nominal disciple, his face was full of bloody smiles, there was no trace of sadness, only the determination to die calmly.

Then, Murong suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, and his red robe was like a burning fire, wrapping the latter's tired body, and rushed into the oven......

(End of chapter)