On the rouge-soaked street, there is a murderous machine surging at some point, like a flowing murderous river, from the street to the end of the street.

Lin Huang was in the middle of the street, with the black, thin hunchbacked old man in front of him, followed by Song Changling, who was powerless.

Behind are white-haired old men and young women dressed as men.

On the street, Lin Huang looked at the offerings of the Rouge Buildings of the Twenty-seven Houses on the left and right, his hard eyebrows raised slightly, and his momentum rose again, full of strength!

It's still the Martial Marquis Quadruple Heaven!

But after cutting off several shackles in the body, there was a world of difference.

Then, Lin Huang turned left in the direction of the street.

"It's unreasonable to break the rules and just leave. Since he is also a martial artist, he doesn't need to keep his hands. If you can get out of this street, you may be able to write off everything before!"

Lin Huang faced the man at the front and said, he was not the strongest among these people, but he seemed very confident, obviously this was another rule on Rouge Street.

"Well said!"

Lin Huang smiled slightly, and then his expression suddenly turned cold. The whole person suddenly disappeared in place, like a tiger descending from the mountain, rushing towards the killing unscrupulously.

At the same time, the worship of the twenty-seven rouge buildings also came to the forest wilderness.

Anyone who commits something on Rouge Street will not end well, because this is the rule.

Lin Huang only has the realm of Wuhou, for them, it is not too much to use Wuhou to Wuhou, although it is more to bully less, but after all, it is Lin Huang who has violated the rules.

If the Martial King realm violates the rules, then there will be another stronger person to take action.

In the hazy night, a fierce aura suddenly swept out of the center of the street, extending to both sides, like a flood sweeping away.

In just a few breaths, the twenty-seven great martial marquis formed nine attacks, attacking and killing the forest wilderness in a staggered and orderly manner, one after another, connected from end to end, and never stopped.

And the young man in white under the long sky and night was like a rock, calmly and calmly moving forward, without a weapon in his hand, relying on a pair of fists to shake the countless attacks that came from the killing.

Those fists, stained with golden glow, are like pouring molten iron, opening mountains when encountering mountains, and breaking water when encountering water. Punch after punch repelled countless attacks.

In the street, Lin Huang took three breaths and ten inches in one step. There was not the slightest acceleration, and there was not the slightest stagnation.

Its moves are simple and crude, and there is nothing to look at.

But that punch was handed out one after another, as if it were invincible......

In the long street of dark night, the twenty-seven worshippers despised it from the beginning, to the solemnity in the back, and then two quarters of an hour later, there was already a monstrous wave in their hearts.

From beginning to end, this young man in white who walked forward calmly was just a passive defense in the face of wave after wave of attacks from his own people.

The killing move did not appear at all.

"Isn't it enough?

After Lin Huang walked half the distance, he looked up and asked.

"Rules are rules, it's your ability to get out of this street, and it's your life to get out of this street. Although the flesh is strong, it is too presumptuous!"

In the chaotic battle, a voice of rebuke sounded in the void, followed by a command:

"Formation!"

Only as soon as the words fell, the breath in the void suddenly became heavy. I saw that the twenty worshippers withdrew from the battlefield, and then their bodies moved in a staggered manner, forming a large array.

In the big array, the twenty worshippers breathed through, just like gathering twenty-seven small rivers to form a large waterfall, and the momentum rushed to the peak realm of Wuhou.

Only one step away from being able to cross the barrier of the Martial King.

On the street, Lin Huang sighed and shook his head, "Under the realm of the Martial King, although I am not really invincible, I should be invincible!"

As soon as the words fell, the murderous aura in Lin Huang's body suddenly vented out, like the sea bursting its banks, instantly flooding the entire long street.

I saw Lin Huang leaning into the air with one hand, as sharp as a blade, and then his figure disappeared in place.

"Three thousand miles!"

A faint voice sounded in the void.

On the long street, the face of the 27th National Congress of the Communist Party of China changed slightly, and he suddenly found that Lin Huang appeared in front of him at lightning speed.

"Kill Kunlun!"

Another sound sounded in the void.

I saw Lin Huang stepping down from the sky with one foot, and the aura condensed under his feet was like a mountain, pressing heavily on the top of everyone's heads.

"Shoot the wolf!"

As soon as the words fell, Lin Huang's sharp hand knife was like an iron halberd, piercing the neck of an enshrined person with unmistakable accuracy.

Buzz.

When Lin Huang's right hand pierced into the man's neck, the formation formed by the Twenty-Seven Great Worshippers was suddenly slashed and dispersed.

The rest of the people were all pale and had been subjected to varying degrees of backlash.

Then, Lin Huang did not hesitate at all, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but the murderous intent in his eyes became more and more fierce, like a rushing thunder, and like a wandering ghost, shuttling back and forth between the remaining twenty-six worshippers.

Three thousand miles.

Chop Kunlun.

Shoot the wolf!

The three moves have been fused by Lin Huang into a god-killing move, and they have been dismantled again, and they are arranged and combined to attack and kill the Quartet. A pair of iron palms are like knives, indifferently and mercilessly piercing the throats of one person after another.

The rouge street, which was full of hazy atmosphere, was completely soaked in blood after the murderous aura that had surged before.

The twenty-seven great martial marquis were enshrined, and under the palm of Lin Huang's hands, they fell to the ground one after another and died.

Bloodstained Long Street!

At this moment, Song Changling looked at the scene in front of him and was already stunned. The latter comes from a family that is not small, and has seen a lot of battles, but those are only watched from a distance.

Now it's close at hand, and it's not a battle, it's a real life-and-death fight, drenched in blood.

Behind Song Changling, the girl dressed as a man looked a little calm, her eyes were as bright as stars, there was a little curiosity, she looked up at the old man beside her, and called out inquiringly: "Grandpa......"

The white-haired old man shook his head, his expression changed from the previous boring banter to a little serious, and a little serious. Looking at the young man in white in front of him, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes from time to time.

However, he thought about it for a long time, and he couldn't think of when such a young man appeared in the Po Shan Domain. I'm afraid that looking at the entire continent, there are only dozens of people in the Wuhou realm who can have such a strong combat power. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the latter to be able to kill twenty-seven people who were also in the realm of Wuhou with such a strong posture just by virtue of the art of the flesh.

"With such strength, under the Martial King, it is very good!"

The white-haired old man touched the girl's head and sighed and appreciated.

"Is it even more powerful than Brother Wang Xiao of the School Palace?"

The girl tilted her head, looked at the white-haired old man, asked with some disbelieving, and with some curiosity.

The white-haired old man pondered slightly, and then said: "From the current point of view, Wang Xiao will be slightly better, but Wang Xiao's realm is two heavens higher!"

"In that case, is it still invincible under Wang Xiao's elder brother Wu Wang?"

The girl grinned.

"The continent is so vast, the invincibility we have seen, if we can really gather all the Tianjiao Martial Marquis together, it would be good to be ranked in the top 100 at most. The so-called true invincibility, if you ask the Heavenly Machine Pavilion!"

The white-haired old man smiled, took the girl's hand and slowly crossed through the storm of the great war......

(End of chapter)