Han Qingtian's death caused turmoil in the Eastern Spirit Realm. But the real storm is far from coming......

Half a month later, Lin Huang and the others were already thousands of miles away from Xuanyuan City and appeared at Shanhe Pass.

On the mountain and river pass, Lin Huang stood with a knife, looking at the splendid mountains and rivers inside the pass, and the long yellow sand outside the pass, and caressed the demon suppression knife with a calm expression.

Beside Lin Huang, Jun Qingcheng and the others stood side by side, Bai Xiaopang held two huge iron hammers, looking extremely burly.

In half a month, the four of them traveled thousands of miles from east to west, came out of Xuanyuan City, killed in front of the mountain and river pass, and killed 27 people in the Blood Spirit Palace.

The name of the thirteen killings of the human character has already set off a monstrous wave in the Eastern Spirit Realm.

In less than three months, five or six hundred people died, and each of them had a good identity and strong strength.

The people of the Eastern Spirit Realm were panicked for a while, for fear that at a certain moment, a sharp sword would suddenly appear and penetrate his chest.

"There are only three people left!"

Beside Lin Huang, Lin Cangxue stroked the three-foot Qingfeng with her hand and said calmly.

In the distribution of the thirteen kills of the herringbone, there are still the last three people left in the assassination list of Lin Huang and Lin Cangxue.

The leader of the mercenary alliance is fierce.

The Lingyun Dynasty Song had no return.

The great Confucian Cao Mingsheng.

"These three people all have the realm of Wuhou, and they are not easy to kill!"

Lin Huang frowned, but he didn't have the slightest fear.

Now that the four of them are here, Mo said that Jun Qicheng has the strength to be on the list of martial marquis. Even Lin Huang and Lin Cangxue, as well as Bai Xiaopang who was carrying two big hammers, all had the strength to kill Wuhou.

Lin Huang and the others appeared here in order to intercept and kill the leader of the mercenary alliance, Lei Li.

Rumble.

Rumble......

Half a day later, there was a rumbling sound in the mountains and rivers, as if thousands of horses and thousands of troops were coming, causing the earth to tremble.

Lin Huang looked up, only to see that ten miles away, a group of mercenaries who came wildly suddenly appeared, all riding second-level demon beasts, full of fierce aura.

The number of mercenaries is in the hundreds.

And at the core of the mercenaries, a purple-clothed middle-aged man stepped on the third-level demon beast Flying Tiger, flying forward in the void, revealing the realm of martial arts.

Lin Huang's gaze froze, and it fell on the latter.

Vigorous.

The leader of the mercenary alliance, Wuhou Erzhongtian's strength, is the head of the mercenaries in the surrounding dozens of dynasties, and has hunted fourth-level demon beasts in the realm of Tianyuan.

Judging by his demeanor, he also looks like an iron-clad man, but unfortunately he is a person from the Blood Spirit Palace.

Looking at the burly middle-aged man, Lin Huang raised his eyebrows, and he appeared in a grand manner, with a mask on his face, and rushed down the mountain and river pass with a knife.

After Lin Huang, Lin Cangxue accompanied him.

Bai Xiaopang carried two hammers and rushed towards the group of mercenaries. Jun Chengcheng was holding his snow cheeks, and his eyes followed Lin Huang without falling at all, with a sweet smile between his eyebrows.

In just half an hour, the three of them were in shape and stopped hundreds of mercenaries.

Bang.

Hundreds of mercenaries stopped, looking at the three people who suddenly stood in the way, and they were suddenly full of vigilance.

Among the mercenaries, Lei Li's brows suddenly frowned, staring at Lin Huang as the leader, and said in a deep voice: "Dare to ask, but the thirteen killings of the human character?"

"Thirteen killings in a human ringword?"

The mercenaries around Lei Li were stunned for a moment, and their ruthless eyes showed a look of jealousy. They only thought it was just an ordinary exit, but they didn't expect to encounter thirteen killings.

In the middle of the avenue, Lin Huang nodded calmly, but it caused hundreds of mercenaries to retreat dozens of steps in unison.

In the records of the Eastern Spirit Realm, the thirteen killings of the herringbone have never missed.

"If you want to get out of the customs and escape to the Blood Spirit Palace, it's no longer possible!"

Lin Huang said calmly, pointed to the red-clothed girl on the mountain and river gate, and then said: "If you cut yourself, leave your whole corpse;

Lei Li frowned, and there was a ruthless look between his eyebrows, "The so-called thirteen killings of herringbones should be proficient in the way of assassination." Since you appeared in a grand manner, can you still kill Ben Hou?"

"Ben Hou wants to learn a lesson today, what is so powerful about the so-called thirteen killings of human characters?

As soon as the thunderous body shook, a pair of huge wings appeared behind him, like a blood eagle, revealing a palpitating aura.

"Kill them for the leader of this alliance, and reward a million taels of gold!"

Lei Li shouted loudly, ordering the hundreds of mercenaries around him, and at the same time turned into a bloody shadow and slaughtered towards the forest wilderness.

Lin Huang smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and he directly drew his sword to face the battle.

Lin Cangxue and Bai Xiaopang were in the middle of the avenue, untouched.

In the field, hundreds of mercenaries looked at the two people in the battle, swallowing their saliva and looking at Lin Cangxue and Bai Xiaopang in front of them. They are a group of outlaws, and in the face of the temptation of millions of gold, they are naturally a little difficult to resist.

The so-called wealth and danger are sought in this way.

"Kill!"

A mercenary suddenly roared, and he took the lead in killing Lin Cangxue and Bai Xiaopang. Then all the mercenaries rode demon beasts and crushed towards the two.

Woof......

In the middle of the avenue, a big white cat suddenly made a dog bark, which did not sound like barking at all, but was a little aggrieved, which comically destroyed the sense of urgency of the war.

However, just after the dog barked in that life, the second-level demon beasts under the crotches of hundreds of mercenaries all collapsed to the ground, their bodies trembling and letting out a whimpering roar, not daring to take a step forward.

It seems that the big white cat is the peerless king of the demon beasts.

When hundreds of mercenaries saw this scene, their pupils shrank sharply. But he couldn't restrain the figure that rushed forward, and continued to kill towards Lin Cangxue and Bai Xiaopang.

Then, Lin Cangxue pulled out her long sword.

Bai Xiaopang raised two big hammers, like an overlord holding up the sky.

......

The big war came in a hurry, but it also came in a hurry.

In less than a quarter of an hour, hundreds of mercenaries were lying on the ground. Where Lin Cangxue's sword fell, all the mercenaries were killed, and no one survived.

And under Bai Xiaopang's hammer, all his heads were blown up.

In the void, Lin Huang had already torn apart his thunderous wings, and a pair of fists glowed with brilliant gold, raindrops falling on the latter's body, each punch was full of explosive power.

Bang.

Lei Li was hit to the ground by Lin Huang's punch, smashing out a big pit, and lying in it without knowing life or death.

Lin Huang drew his knife, squatted down and looked at the thunder in the big pit, with a look of desperation on his face.

At this moment, Jun Qicheng on the mountain and river gate suddenly discovered something, and the crimson figure turned into a long rainbow and came violently in the direction of the forest barren.

In the middle of the avenue, just when the forest barren long knife was slashing violently, he found that the demon suppression knife was actually imprisoned by a mysterious force, and he could not split a single bit.

Jun Chengcheng stood on the tip of Lin Huang's side, Qiushui's eyes staring ahead.

Lin Huang immediately looked up, only to see that not far ahead, an old monk with a withered body appeared at some point.

Dressed in a blue robe, holding a rosary, chanting the Dharma, he walked slowly on the avenue with his head bowed.

"Amitabha!"

The sound of the Dharma is immeasurable, calmly resounding in the void, but it is full of endless wishing power. Only between the old monk's recitation of Amitabha Buddha, he lifted the demon suppression knife in Lin Huang's hand......

(End of chapter)