Night.

Quiescence.

It's as black as ink.

In the room, Situ Pan sat on the ground and practiced seriously. Lin Huang sat on the bed, recovering from his injuries while feeling the power of 'raising millions of soldiers'.

With the knock on the door, the silence in the dark night was suddenly broken, and it also woke up Situ and Lin Huang in the room.

The two looked at each other, then nodded.

"Squeak......

Lin Huang slowly opened the door.

Outside the door, there was a woman in white standing quietly at this moment, her expression was cold, and she was even more eye-catching in the dim night, like a bright moon.

It was Liu Linglong.

And behind Liu Linglong, there are three young people.

A Xu Tianguan wearing a bright red robe, with narrow and gloomy eyes, and his hands hidden in his sleeves. A Yuwen Shendu wearing a white robe, holding a Fang Tian painting halberd, and sharp eyebrows.

There is also a fat man who is only thinner than Bai Xiaopang.

"It seems that Song Changling's analysis is still wrong!"

Looking at the four people outside the door, Lin Huang rolled up his sleeves and said with a light expression. There was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was no hint of a smile, but it was particularly cold.

During this time, Liu Linglong never came to Lin Huang. According to Song Changling, the latter was because of guilt, so he didn't dare to face the forest famine.

Can ...... now The latter still appeared, and it was followed by the three proud sons of the Taixuan Domain.

The purpose is self-evident, and it is natural to make a conclusion before the ferry arrives at the Taixuan Domain.

To put it more simply, the four people in front of him have all become Song Xieyang's dogs!

Looking at Lin Huang's cold expression, Liu Linglong's eyelids drooped, and a trace of hesitation and struggle seemed to flash in her eyes. However, when she looked at Lin Huang again, her eyes were full of decisive murderous intent.

Not only that, but the three people behind Liu Linglong had already locked the surrounding qi machines.

And at the entrance of the passage outside the room, there was a young man in purple, holding a folding fan in one hand and beating the palm of his hand, and his gait was scattered towards Lin Huang's room.

In addition, on the outermost deck of the room on the entire Yellow Font, there was an old man with a rickety figure whose hands could almost hang down to the ground.

Lin Huang's eyes swept over everyone, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more cold: "Come in, it's too unsophisticated to fight outside!"

With that, Lin Huang turned around and walked into the room, waiting for a few people to enter.

Outside the room, the four of them suddenly hesitated because of caution.

......

Hazy night.

In the room, the white-haired old man watched the girl fall asleep, and the kind smile on his face gradually solidified.

Then the murder is awe-inspiring.

Pei Xiufu pushed open the window in the room, and stared at the old man with faint eyes.

......

After dozens of breaths, Liu Linglong took the lead in stepping into the room, her eyes swept over Lin Huang and Situ, occupying a corner of the room.

Subsequently, Xu Tianguan and the others walked in turn, each occupying a corner of the room, showing a four-way blockade, surrounding Lin Huang and Situ.

There was a snap......

In the dark night, the crisp sound of the folding fan opening suddenly sounded, and I saw Song Xieyang slowly walk into the room, looking at Lin Huang, who was already the prey in his cage, with an indifferent expression, "You still have one last chance to be used by me, if you give your face shamelessly, this vast sea can only become a place for you to bury your bones!"

Lin Huang replied to the question, and shook his head lightly, "The biggest mistake before was that I forgot to ask Song Changling, what realm are you!"

"I just broke through to the Martial King Realm three months ago, and I can't compare to Liu Linglong!"

Song Xieyang shook his head as if he was regretful, but his face was full of arrogance. To have such a realm at his age, in the entire Song family, he is one of the few existences.

Lin Huang turned his head to look at Situ, only to see that the latter's expression was extremely calm, and he nodded calmly to Lin Huang.

"I'll finally give you ten breaths of time to agree to the previous deal, otherwise I would like to see how two little martial marquis can fight their way out of the hands of this prince and the other four people!

Song Xieyang sat down, his fingers tapping on the table, the wind was light.

In the room, Lin Huang hadn't made a move, but Situ beside him burst out with a terrifying aura, and he was heading towards Song Xieyang with a punch in the air......

Well?

The smile on Song Xieyang's face froze slightly, and then he retreated, "Sure enough, it is a martial marquis who has cultivated the Holy Body, but just because of this, is it your capital that is so presumptuous?"

Song Xieyang's body burst out with blazing light, and a martial spirit hung in the air above his head, like a scorching sunset, filled with bright red light.

"The sun is setting, and people are approaching dusk!"

Between Song Xiyang's soft reprimands, the light that permeated the scorching sun above his head suddenly bloomed with a terrifying deprivation power, and Lin Huang and Situ Dun, who were shining in it, felt the qi and blood of their whole bodies go towards the scorching sun.

At the same time, Xu Tianguan's hands hidden in the big red sleeved robe suddenly poked out, and a bloody coffin suddenly appeared behind him. The latter's ten fingers trembled, and there seemed to be countless transparent silk threads that lifted the coffin, and three armored cyan dried corpses swept out from within it, each of which had the realm of Wuhou.

Yuwen Shendu was dressed in white and fluttering, holding the Fang Tian Painting Halberd, and between the vibrations of his body, there was a golden light between heaven and earth that broke through the spatial barrier and went straight into the ferry, submerging into the body of Yuwen Shendu. In an instant, Yuwen Shendu flew domineeringly, his eyes were bright, like a martial arts powerhouse.

Chu Fatzi didn't move a single step, and his body didn't change in the slightest, but between the ten round fingers, there were hundreds of array seals scattered in all directions, suddenly forming a dragon elephant array.

It turned out to be a formation master.

As for Liu Linglong, with a slight wave of her arm, dozens of long swords appeared above her head, pointing directly at the forest wilderness.

There were only three breaths before and after, but the breath in the room was like a surging river. Song Xieyang and the others spared no effort to kill Lin Huang and Situ.

As early as when Situ punched, Lin Huang also made a move, and his ten fingers flew like flying to form a white tiger formation, heading towards Chu Fatzi's dragon elephant formation.

Knowing a little bit like thunder, he repelled Xu Tianguan's armor and green corpse with one punch, and the embroidered divine knife in his hand came out of the sheath and killed Yuwen Shendu.

Situ was dressed in sackcloth and walked barefoot, like an ancient warrior shaking the mountains and moving the mountains, smashing into the scorching sun above Song Xiyang's head with one punch.

Song Xieyang retreated leisurely, facing Situ punch after punch, watching the scorching sun above his head being smashed to the ground, but instead of being angry, he laughed, becoming more and more light.

In the other corner of the room, the long sword in Liu Linglong's hand flew, like the soaring Guhong and Canglong, as fast as lightning, killing Lin Huang and Situ out of nowhere.

Every sword of the latter flew out, carrying the might of the Martial King, and the frost was shining, and there was no way to avoid it......

(End of chapter)