Under the cliff peak, no one thought of it. The sudden Purple Pole Heavenly Thunder made Han Qingtian and Lin Huang embarrassed.

In Xuanyuan City, Qin Xuance's face remained unchanged, even a little leisurely, constantly controlling the compass in front of him, peeking into the great secrets of heaven and earth.

Thundered.

On the cliffless peak, the thunder is endless. Even if he is as strong as Han Qingtian, he is covered in blood at this moment, obviously injured.

And the forest wilderness in the blue sky cage was even more bloody, struggling to resist the purple pole heavenly thunder. The shocking power of the Dao in the body flowed through the whole body, constantly nourishing the flesh that was on the verge of shattering.

Click.

The Qingtian cage was directly shattered by the Purple Pole Heavenly Thunder.

At this moment, Lin Huang in the purple thunder sea suddenly stood up. Looking at the thunder rolling around him, he suddenly let out a long roar, like the roar of an overlord.

Tens of thousands of people stared, only to see the peak of the cliffless peak, a white-clothed blood-stained figure, surrounded by golden light. dragging his flesh and skin cracked body, he killed Han Qingtian.

Everyone was shocked.

"How could his physical body be so strong? he dared to carry the Purple Extreme Thunder and kill Han Qingtian!"

"In such a battle of boiling oil and lighting lamps, I am afraid that I will be killed by lightning soon!"

A warrior sneered.

"Presumptuous!"

In the void, seeing Lin Huang rushing to kill, Han Qingtian's face froze, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. It was also carrying the purple pole thunder and fighting towards the forest wilderness.

Rumble.

Between heaven and earth, another huge purple pole thunder rolled down, slashing the two of them to their bodies. Then the two of them were stable again, like two fierce tigers rushing towards each other, vowing to decide life and death with one move!

"Cross Yama!"

"Sword up Dragon Yuan!"

In the surging thunder, the two of them grew at the same time, and the endless sword qi and sword rays converged, bursting out from the void, and the terrifying qi wave actually shook the purple pole heavenly thunder.

Under the mountain peak, thousands of people recalled the scene just now, and they couldn't help but be a little shocked.

That cross knife light seemed to contain the power of yin and yang, reflecting on the moonlight, as if the moonlight could be directly shattered. And Han Qingtian's sword was unsheathed, like a dragon dancing, looking at the world.

Everyone looked at the terrifying wave of bursting air, their minds were condensed, and they didn't know whether the two of them were alive or dead.

Ahem.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and Han Qingtian's figure suddenly appeared in the void. I saw a hideous cross scar on the latter's chest, bubbling with blood.

Han Qingtian's body was suspended in the void, swaying in embarrassment.

"Han Qingtian has won!"

In the crowd, someone suddenly shouted, causing a burst of cheers from the people of the Heavenly Thunder Sect.

"That forest famine is really terrifying, it is unimaginable that he can force Han Qingtian to this step!

"It's a pity that it's going to fall like this. If he is given a few more years, who in the Eastern Spirit Realm can fight with him except for Xuanyuan to raise troops!"

Some warriors sighed, as if they were very sorry, but their faces were full of sneers.

At the Drifting Snow Palace, everyone was depressed.

"Is that the end of it?"

Among the martial artists, Ye Hongsleeve raised his eyebrows and looked at the peak of Wuya Peak, and his eyebrows frowned, but he instinctively didn't believe it.

Jun Chengcheng didn't seem to be worried about Lin Huang at all, and the latter's snowy eyes fell tightly on the purple-clothed young man in the crowd, and never moved.

Only when Bai Xiaopang was about to rush to the Cliffless Peak, Jun Chengcheng said lightly: "Brother Lin Huang is Qin Xuance's protector, and Qin Xuance has attracted heavenly thunder. If the thunder is not extinguished, Brother Lin Huang will be fine!"

Bai Xiaopang scratched his head and stood restlessly.

In the crowd, the purple-clothed young man also turned his head to look at the scene in the sky, his eyebrows slightly condensed, as if he was thinking about something, and only after a long time did he mutter:

"Does Qin Changsheng's dominance dominate the world?"

Up and down the sky, when countless people see that the overall situation has been decided. Where the smoke and dust cleared, a white-clothed blood-stained figure suddenly appeared......

The latter stood quietly on the top of the mountain, although it was not as tall as Han Qingtian, it was indeed like a straight heavenly spear, and the wind god was like jade and revealed a trace of contempt and domineering.

The latter let the purple pole thunder roll down, but he was not afraid at all, and his body was shining with golden light, as if he had passed the most painful period, reaching the point of standing after breaking.

"Purple Pole Heavenly Thunder, that's it, give me a scatter!"

Under the long sky, Lin Huang waved his hand domineeringly, only in the wave of his sleeve robe. The purple pole heavenly thunder in the long sky stopped abruptly and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Han Qingtian, don't you have to take out your left hand?"

On the top of the mountain, the forest was barren and green, calmly staring at Han Qingtian in the void.

And under the mountain peak, everyone looked at the scene in the distance, and their eyes couldn't help but widen. They thought that Han Qingtian had won, but they never thought that Lin Huang would appear so calmly.

Han Qingtian who was embarrassed and bleeding.

The forest where the spear stands in the sky.

The two are in stark contrast under the bright moon. couldn't help but make countless martial artists look sideways, Han Qingtian, a dignified martial marquis, was actually forced to this step by Lin Huang.

He hasn't stepped into the realm of Wuhou yet.

Could it be that this son really has the power of Tian Yuan to kill Wuhou?

The expressions of the people of the Heavenly Thunder Sect were extremely invisible, and their faces were covered with frost, eager to tear apart the white-clothed blood-stained figure on the Cliffless Peak.

Under the long sky, Han Qingtian stared at Lin Huang with a calm expression, and a trace of anger surged in his calm and waveless heart, and his deep voice was like a sobbing tiger:

"As you wish!"

As the words fell, Han Qingtian let out a long roar. A purple dress flew up, attracting wind and clouds from all directions, and in less than ten breaths, the wounds on his body were completely recovered.

"The evil art of the Blood Spirit Hall is really extraordinary!"

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and sneered, and the Demon Suppression Knife in his hand became more and more cold as ice.

"You can force Ben Hou to this step, you can be proud!"

Under the bright moon, Han Qingtian stepped into the void, staring at Lin Huang with a cold expression, like a vicious wolf patrolling his prey, waiting to be slaughtered when the time comes!

"It's a pity, you're not a martial artist after all. Through this moat, you can only become the soul of Ben Hou's hands!"

Han Qingtian talked and laughed freely, and seemed to have Lin Huang's life and death in his hands. In the blink of an eye, Han Qingtian's left sleeve exploded, revealing the rumored baby arm.

Sonorous sonor!

In just a few breaths, the snow-white and tender baby arm emitted a terrifying sound of gold and stone, and gradually turned into a hideous and savage arm.

The arms were as thick as the thighs of ordinary people, showing a red color, as if they were made of endless blood, and the breath emanating from the arms made the entire void a little colder.

In that arm, the shrill cries of countless crows sounded.

At the top of the cliffless peak, Lin Huang stared at Han Qingtian's left arm, and a chill suddenly broke out on his back, only to feel an extremely dangerous aura completely envelop him.

It was a long-lost feeling of death.

"Is this your true power?"

Lin Huang took a deep breath, but there was not the slightest hint of fear in his eyes, but a boiling battle intent. Pitch-black eyes stared at that terrifying arm, Lin Huang unusually put the knife into the sheath, and his fingertips danced with an astonishing formation aura......

(End of chapter)