In the vast night, a bloody battle continued.

Five kills two.

However, in the time of half a pillar of incense, Lin Huang and Situ completely fell into disadvantage.

Even if Situ cultivates with the body of a dragon, it can be said that he is invincible under the Martial King. But what he is facing is the son of the Song family, who has terrifying martial spirits and martial arts, plus the power of the martial king, it is difficult to win.

Lin Huang used the formation to confront Chu Fatzi.

Facing Yuwen Shendu with his own body, Liu Linglong was able to kill with a sword on the side, and had already left three holes in Lin Huang and Situ.

"Dragon's Arm!"

Suddenly, Situ roared angrily, the strength around his body doubled, his arms became extremely hard, and pieces of dragon scales appeared, like a spine, full of terrifying strength. The latter fell with a punch, like a mountain falling on the scorching sun above Song Xiyang's head.

With a buzz, Song Xieyang flew out upside down, and the scorching sun above his head suddenly disappeared.

Ahem......

Song Xieyang flew out upside down, but there was not the slightest anger on his face, but he was a little happy, "I am suddenly very curious about your origin, but this is no longer important, even if you are powerful, you have to bury your bones here today!"

Song Xieyang's expression suddenly turned cold, and when his slender arms waved, his momentum suddenly became ethereal, "The sun sets in the West Mountain, and a hundred ghosts walk at night!"

Before Song Xieyang's words fell, the whole person suddenly disappeared in place, and the room became extremely dark. And in the darkness, there were dozens of invisible shadows killing towards Situ.

Situ's face was solemn, and his body became thicker and more solid, and he slaughtered the black shadows in all directions......

On the other side, the embroidered divine knife in Lin Huang's hand flipped like electricity, and after widening the distance between him and Yuwen Shendu, he resisted Liu Linglong's sword and suddenly killed Chu Fatzi.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Chu Fatzi didn't seem surprised by Lin Huang's surprise attack, a cold smile appeared on his fat face, and after wielding the dragon elephant formation with one hand, two huge iron hammers appeared in his hands, slashing towards Lin Huang head-on.

Bang.

Lin Huang's three thousand miles were in vain after all, and the whole person was knocked away by the huge force of the iron hammer. At the same time, Yuwen Shendu descended from the sky with a Fang Tian painting halberd, and a frosty long sword pointed directly at Lin Huang's throat, as fast as lightning.

Lin Huang's eyes froze, his body moved in the void, and he let the long sword pierce his shoulder, but the embroidered divine knife in his hand resisted the halberd of Yuwen Shendu.

Before Lin Huang could take a breath, the three armor and green corpses controlled by Xu Tianguan's ten fingers came to slaughter, like an invincible general on the ancient battlefield, domineering.

Bang......

One of the green corpses was the first to hit Lin Huang and directly knocked it away.

Then the four of them didn't give Lin Huang the slightest time to react, and killed again. All the attacks are like a long river and waterfall, without the slightest interruption.

As long as Lin Huang falls into the downwind, it is difficult to have a chance to turn the tables, it is simply a crushing battle with five kills and two, and the lion fights.

And Situ was also trapped in Song Xieyang's ghostly shadows, and he also fell into the disadvantage.

"Song Changling!"

In the dark night, Lin Huang suddenly shouted.

"In ......"

In the next room, Song Changling's voice suddenly sounded. At this moment, the latter was walking around the room restlessly, but he did not dare to step into the room of the forest barren.

Because if you go in, it will become a constraint for Lin Huang and Situ.

"Aren't you a Confucian scholar?"

Lin Huang once again received the punch of Xu Tianguan's armor and green corpse, and roared with tears in his eyes.

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

In the vast night, a loud voice sounded in an instant. I saw Song Changling with a solemn expression, sitting on the ground, just like a Confucian student in the school palace thousands of years ago.

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

......

In Lin Huang's room, dozens of white-clothed swordsmen suddenly appeared, fluttering in.

Looking at the white-clothed swordsman who suddenly appeared, Lin Huang's heart suddenly moved, and the picture of Feng Wanli's generosity and heroism and thirteen killings of the human character went to death suddenly appeared in his mind.

And Lin Huang's figure also disappeared into the room at this time.

In the room, dozens of white-clothed swordsmen moved like wind and thunder, chic like immortals, and the three-foot green edge was piercing.

The four people who surrounded and killed Lin Huang immediately frowned, and for a moment they couldn't figure out where the latter was hiding in the white-clothed swordsman.

Boom.

In the dark night, a sword light suddenly shone brightly, and I saw the body of an armored green corpse being suddenly split apart. Before the four of them could react, the white-clothed swordsman who had chopped the green corpse had already disappeared without a trace.

Xu Tianguan's face changed, his eyes were full of anger, and the remaining two armored green corpses frantically headed towards the white-clothed swordsman.

Liu Linglong was also coquettish, and the dozens of long swords above her head like a peacock turned into streamers, killing the remaining eleven white-clothed swordsmen in the room.

Bang bang.

In the room, the white-clothed swordsman cracked. But Lin Huang's figure quietly appeared behind Chu Fatzi, and the embroidered knife was like a gentle breeze, stabbing into Chu Fatman's back.

The expression on Fat Chu's face suddenly froze, feeling the cold blade in his heart, and his face was like ashes.

Just when Lin Huang killed Chu Fatzi, a Fang Tian Painting Halberd suddenly fell from the sky, Liu Linglong commanded five times, and all the long swords went towards the remaining seven white-clothed swordsmen and Lin Huang.

Xu Tianguan's two armored green corpses smashed their fists at Lin Huang.

Bang......

No matter how fast Lin Huang reacted, he was inevitably hit, and his entire shoulder blade was shattered. The white-clothed swordsman in the room was also killed by Liu Linglong.

"Tsk, it turns out that Song Changling, a poor scholar, is really useful, and he can actually attract the true meaning of the book. But that's about it!"

In the room, looking at the white-clothed swordsmen who had all dissipated, Song Xieyang smiled and said with a smile, but his eyes were full of disdain, "Why do you think this son waited for seven days before deciding to make a move? Because after repeated deductions, even if there is any change, it is enough to kill you." Song Changling is considered an accident, but the change is too small to make a big wave! So you should understand that since this son of the world has made a move, there is no reason to fail!"

"Really?"

In the room, Lin Huang and Situ said in unison.

I saw that both of them stood up, staring at the four directions with their eyes like wolves, and the killing intent in their eyes became more and more ruthless, and there was a trace of contempt in the coldness.

I saw Situ Chang take a breath, lower his eyebrows and exhale softly, "Return!"

Lin Huang pinched the seal with both hands, and a mysterious aura surged from his blood-drenched body, "In my name, I command all the kings to kill the enemy in this world!"

When the two spoke, the aura of the entire ferry changed drastically.

On the same floor of the ferry's yellow number, there was a dark room where a pair of eyes suddenly opened, the light was clear, and the terrifying formation power flowed around him.

I saw that the snow-white figure suddenly disappeared into the room with a wave of his hand.

In another room, another young man in a black robe, immersed in cultivation, also opened his eyes, and the murderous aura around him swept out unscrupulously, and then the figure slowly disappeared into the room.

In Lin Huang's room, the two of them only took two breaths when their words fell, and suddenly there were three more figures in the room.

A young man dressed in a white robe, surrounded by a formation aura like a river.

A young man in a black robe, with flying hair and murderous aura.

There was also a battle spirit wearing pitch black armor, with an ancient aura and a boiling killing intent, kneeling on one knee in front of Lin Huang, and his voice seemed to come from a distant void, mysterious and powerful:

"The last general, Yang Su, is willing to go to the soup for the adults, and he will not give up!"

(End of chapter)