In the main hall, Lin Huang's complexion changed again, but he didn't expect that there were so many martial marquis hidden here.

"Ben Hou wants to see how invincible the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Four-Character Camp is!

Bloody Hou laughed.

In just an instant, the dozens of Xuanzi soldiers who originally rushed towards the Bloody Cloth Marquis were suddenly intercepted and killed, and in the midst of the brilliance, their heads fell to the ground.

"Xuanzi Army, but that's it!"

The Bloody Hou said coldly, the laughter in his voice was as crazy as ever. But before he could finish speaking, a bell-like voice suddenly sounded in the hall.

The voice was mighty.

The voice was awe-inspiring.

In that voice, there is the spirit of Confucianism and the spirit of chivalry:

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming!"

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a meteor!"

"Kill one person in ten steps, don't stay for a thousand miles!"

"Brush off your clothes and go to hide your name and name deeply!"

......

Listening to the sound of thunder in his ears, Lin Huang couldn't help but exclaim.

Martial Soul - Chivalrous Travel!

Lin Huang knew that Feng Wanli was coming.

The one in the Blood Triangle, teamed up with Miss Red Sleeves to kill the white impermanence of the Bloody Alliance.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Huang saw several white-clothed knights coming with swords, like meteors and meteors, like immortals walking down in the bright moon, and between the swings of the fairy swords, the entire hall was lightly covered with layers of sword qi.

"Chivalrous?"

The Bloody Marquis frowned, but his eyes became more and more contemptuous, and he said with a sneer: "Just with this swordsman conjured up by the martial soul, can he compete with the Martial Marquis of my Blood Spirit Palace?"

"Kill them all!"

The Bloody Marquis ordered coldly.

"Idle over the letter to drink, take off the sword and kneel forward!"

"Will cough Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan!"

"Three cups of Tuloran, Wuyue is light!"

In the main hall, Feng Wanli's voice is more and more full of heroic righteousness, as if there are chivalrous people in heaven and earth, the sword comes in the wind, and the gesture is to dump the heavens and the earth, rivers and seas, and pull up the three mountains and five mountains.

"The bones of the dead man are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world!"

"Who can write Your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra!"

......

In the main hall, the figure of Feng Wanli finally appeared.

I saw the latter holding a scroll, dressed in white and carrying his hands, his eyebrows were full of bright sun and moon, and his mellow voice resounded back and forth in the hall, like Huang Zhong Da Lu, deafening.

And around Feng Wanli, several white-clothed knights accompanied him, as if he could cut the breeze with a sword, and he could also travel between heaven and earth.

Feng Wanli wrapped the chivalrous man around him, walked to the center of the main hall, and also walked to the middle of the many martial marquis in the Blood Spirit Palace, the realm was slightly lower, he did not look at the majesty of the many martial marquis around him, and his eyebrows were full of awe-inspiring color, and his thin lips spit lightly, as if he was saying the law, making the breath in the hall flutter:

"Kill!"

As soon as Feng Wanli's words fell, the white-clothed knights gathered around him all walked around, their figures ethereal and illusory, like immortals coming to the world. Its sword light is vast, like a long rainbow running through the sun......

A sword frost cold fourteen states.

Bloody Hou's face changed suddenly, and he said quickly: "Retreat!"

Before the Bloody Marquis could finish speaking, many martial marquis of the Blood Spirit Hall reacted, but no matter how fast they were, they couldn't get as fast as the long sword in the hands of the white-clothed knight!

The Bloody Cloth Marquis also retreated quickly, but saw the sword light shining like a dragon in front of him, coming in an instant. Sen Han's sword came straight to his throat.

The Bloody Cloth Marquis couldn't understand why a small Sealed Thousands of Miles of Martial Soul power actually made him feel dangerous.

But it didn't take long for him to understand.

Just as the long sword came horizontally and pierced into his chest, the Bloody Hou smiled awe-inspiringly, and his body suddenly split in two, leaving an illusory clone in place.

And at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

I saw that among the white-clothed knights who stabbed at the Bloody Hou, a snow-white and real figure suddenly poured out, and the sword light shone like a cold star, instantly stabbing the Bloody Hou's chest.

Then, the snow-white figure retracted its sword and returned, and once again disappeared into the white-clothed knights, gathering around Feng Wanli.

At the same time, half of the martial marquis of the Blood Spirit Hall were injured by the sword, and there were two martial marquis with a slightly lower realm who were directly cut off by a sword.

"You ......"

The Bloody Marquis looked at the hole in his chest, his eyes were full of incredible light, and then he stared at Feng Wanli, and a cold roar popped out between his teeth:

"Thirteen kills in the word of the person!"

In the main hall, Lin Huang looked at the white-clothed knights in the main hall, his eyes were also full of shock, and the sword light that flashed in an instant just now was like a shocking rainbow, which came and disappeared in an instant.

Assassin!

Thirteen kills in a herringbone!

This is the legendary herringbone thirteen kills in the Eastern Spirit Realm.

Lin Huang didn't expect that it was the thirteen killings of the herringbone that appeared. Although it is also in the realm of Martial Arts, it is too much different from the Martial Marquis of the Martial Blood Spirit Palace. But at the moment of the shot, he could seriously injure the martial artist of the Blood Spirit Palace.

Even two heads were cut off.

If Lin Huang had the realm of Wuhou, the speed of his god-killing slash would not be more than that.

At the back of the main hall, Shen Qingshan snorted coldly, "My Xuanyuan Mansion spies are all over the Eastern Spirit Realm, we really don't know that there are no hidden people in the Blood Spirit Hall among the four major families, the ten major dynasties, the six major families, and the various factions in this river and lake?"

"Since Lord Xuanyuan has laid out to besiege and kill your Bloody Marquis, there is absolutely no reason to fail!"

The blood-clothed Hou looked slightly gloomy, looking at the white-clothed knight who was surrounded by Feng Wanli, with a hint of jealousy hidden in his eyes, "I really didn't expect that the original thirteen killings of human characters were actually related to Xuanyuan Mansion!"

"I just stabbed Ben Hou, but it's the third kill of the herringbone?"

Bloody Hou then asked.

"Exactly!"

In the main hall, a deep voice sounded. I saw that a white-clothed knight around Feng Wanli gradually dissipated, revealing the true figure hidden in it.

It was a snow-white man, with a slender figure, green silk tied behind his back, and the long sword in his hand was shorter than ordinary swords, but it was more fierce and cold.

The third kill of herringbone!

He wore a mask on his face, as if he were white and impermanent, and there was a mystery in his hideousness. The aura around him is even more restrained, making it impossible to see where he comes from.

Lin Huang looked at the third kill of the herringbone that was real in the main hall, but gave people an incomparably illusory feeling, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

On this continent, people are very different.

Some people like to walk in the sun, and their high spirits are admired by thousands of people.

Some people like to play with power and accuse others of life and death.

Some people like to walk the world and pursue the true meaning of martial arts.

There are also people who like to walk in the dark night, killing people under the bright moonlight.

And now the figure in the main hall can be called the king in the dark night of the Eastern Spirit Realm, with a snap of his fingers, a sword sealed his throat, and then fled away, disappearing into the vast sea of people.

And what surprised Lin Huang was that the sense of danger given to him by the third kill of this herringbone was not as weak as the killer he had met in his previous life.

This feeling has nothing to do with the realm, but as an assassin, the feeling that is born to give people.

Moreover, Lin Huang was chased and killed by Liu Cangsheng for ten years in his previous life, and he had already been tempered into half of this moment, so Lin Huang's feeling was particularly obvious.

That herringbone third kill, extremely dangerous!

Lin Huang's eyes stopped on the third kill of the herringbone, and quietly looked at the latter, and then his eyes suddenly froze, staring at the token on the waist of the third kill of the person.

It was the identity symbol of the third kill of the herringbone, and there was nothing special about it, but it made Lin Huang's breath a little shorter.

The token is no bigger than a palm, made of ancient bronze, and looks slightly mottled.

Above the token, this fanged tiger is entrenched, fierce and violent.

On one side of the token, there is an ancient small seal of the word 'person'!

Lin Huang looked at the token on the waist of the third kill of the herringbone, his heart fluctuated like a wave, this token gave Lin Huang an extremely familiar feeling, because he also had a token that was almost exactly the same!

It was given to him by Xiao Yishan when he left the Eastern Spirit Realm.

The token in Lin Huang's hand has the word 'person' on the front and a number engraved on the back: thirteen!

Thinking of this, Lin Huang's breath tightened for two minutes, "Could it be that he is also a member of the thirteen killings of the herringbone?"

"Or does Master have something to do with the Thirteen Killings of the Ringword?"

Lin Huang squeezed his warm palm, and his thoughts were numb for a while.

Everyone in the hall was a little dazed and shocked at this moment. Although the Thirteen Killings of the herringbone are not included in the top forces of the Eastern Spirit Realm. But anyone with a little insight knows how terrifying this organization that has existed for thousands of years is.

There will always be only thirteen people who have been killed by the characters, and they have been passed down from generation to generation.

These people are all warriors who are proficient in assassination, and their identities are extremely mysterious. They seldom appear in the world, but when they do, some will fall.

"Go out of the west gate, and the twilight people will turn back!"

This is more than 200 years ago, Xuanyuan Wu's evaluation of the thirteen killings of the human character.

And everyone obviously didn't expect that in this tomb of King Wu, they would meet the thirteen killers of human characters. And there is more than one, and if you look closely, there are as many as five.

Almost half of the people came, absolutely generous!

And the person who is the leader is actually the third killer of the herringbone, second only to the first and second existence.

What kind of existence is this Blood Spirit Palace? It has such a big face.

In the main hall, the blood-clothed marquis looked at the third kill of the human character, and his face became extremely gloomy, "It's just that the thirteen can't see the venomous snake, and they dare to appear in front of Ben Hou openly!"

"Don't you think that my Blood Spirit Hall can't help you?"

Blood-clothed Hou sneered.

The third kill of the herringbone was unmoved, and the low voice was particularly flat, "The so-called thirteen kills of the herringbone are walking on the edge of life and death." When I appear today, there is no reason for you to walk out of the Tomb of King Wu alive!"

"It's really a bunch of outspoken guys, it's a pity that you miscalculated", the Bloody Marquis said coldly, and then laughed wildly: "My Blood Spirit Palace, how can I be a person who is afraid of death!"

Before the words fell, Lin Huang's expression changed slightly, and his body suddenly glowed with golden light. I saw an injured Blood Spirit Hall martial marquis in the main hall, and in a moment, he walked towards the gradually collapsing wall in the main hall.

Rumble!

The sound of Wuhou's self-explosion was like a shocking thunder, and the terrifying wave of qi suddenly overturned everyone in the hall. At the same time, it also blasted the slowly crumbling wall open.

The walls collapse, and eventually what is behind the exposed walls.

In the main hall, everyone's faces were shocked, and they only felt a terrifying aura suddenly rushing out from behind the wall......

(End of chapter)