The situation on the entire battlefield has been tilted.

In the face of countless blood crows, tens of thousands of warriors are already difficult to deal with. The appearance of the oven attracted the blood crows, allowing everyone to breathe a little, but they didn't expect that three thousand more black-robed people from the Blood Spirit Hall would appear, and they were so powerful.

One after another, the warriors turned into blood and merged into the blood-colored array.

And in the long sky, Yan Zangfeng was also pale. From the moment the pitch-black crow sneak attacked, he didn't mention it in one breath, and he fell into the disadvantage.

It's hard to imagine that a pitch-black crow actually has the realm of a martial king, and even Yan Zangfeng seems to be difficult to compete with.

Behind Yan Zangfeng, the oven was buzzing, but the flame of pseudo-nirvana was not condensed from beginning to end.

Yan Zangfeng and the pitch-black crow fought together, and it was difficult to take care of the torrent of blood crows behind him. I saw tens of thousands of blood crows, heading in the direction of Lin Huang and Murong Yan.

Lin Huang's complexion changed slightly, and while controlling the formation, heavy snow fell all over his body.

Then Ah Nasal Dao appeared in the world, and fought hard to kill the blood crow.

Under the gloomy sky, countless blood crows rushed into the forest barren snow drifting world, turning into powder and dying, but they rushed forward frantically without fear. Little by little, the heavy snow will be consumed and eat away at the nasal passage.

"Teacher ......"

Lin Huang turned his head and called out to Murong Yan beside him.

Even if he stepped into the Wuhou realm now, it would be extremely exhausting to control the formation with one hand and suppress countless crazy blood crows. And Lin Huang was even more worried that once he was distracted and the formation was destroyed, then all Murong Yan's hard work would be in vain.

"It's going to take another quarter of an hour!"

Murong Yan said silently, his steady hands controlling the oven in front of him without disorder, making the raging fire in the oven more and more intense, making people feel jealous.

In less than a few breaths, Murong Yan spoke again, "I'll open the oven later, you will send the medicinal materials into the oven, you must be on time, understand?"

Looking at Murong Yan's serious appearance and the rumbling and boiling oven, Lin Huang nodded solemnly, and his spiritual power became highly concentrated.

Then, with a wave of his arms, Murong Yan caused the oven in front of him to hum, and a gap appeared on the roof of the furnace that shrouded in light.

The moment the gap opened, the surging flames instantly rushed into the sky, and the blazing breath filled the heavens and the earth, making the air pop.

Lin Huang's face froze, and he controlled the formation in his hand, and integrated the medicinal materials in the formation into the oven without any disorder.

Wow......

At this moment, a crow's cry suddenly sounded in Lin Huang's ears, and an extremely terrifying aura was coming towards Lin Huang, causing Lin Huang's mind to be slightly confused, and the formation in his hand suddenly appeared a trace of disorder.

The sudden change made Lin Huang's heart chaotic, and then his mind sank, like a rock stabilized, his ten fingers were chaotic like flying, his figure was as steady as a mountain, and in half a breath, he forcibly stabilized the formation.

However, in this half breath of time, the terrifying crow aura was already approaching the forest wilderness, and the murderous machine was vigorous.

Lin Huang was fully controlling the formation at the moment, how could he resist the crows who came from the fight......

In the long sky, Lin Huang's blood-stained white clothes fluttered, and his expression was calm. The most important thing at this moment is the formation in his hand, even if the crow endangers his life, he can't be distracted. Otherwise, the extraction of the flame of pseudo-nirvana will fail, and the consequences will be even more unimaginable.

Thinking of this, Lin Huang's expression became more and more resolute, ignoring the murderous machine that rushed to the sky.

Clang.

However, just as the killing machine was approaching Lin Huang's throat, there was a sharp crisp sound in the void, like the resonance of gold and stone. The killing machine that permeated the forest desolation was all resisted.

Lin Huang's eyes swept slightly, and he saw a white-clothed warrior suddenly appear beside him.

Carry a three-foot green edge.

With a hideous mask on his face.

The white clothes are like the wind, and the green silk moves. Standing with a sword, there was a sharp and chic murderous aura.

On the waist of the white-clothed warrior, there is a bronze ancient token with a 'three' character on it!

Lin Huang's expression was slightly shocked, and after forgetting to glance at the white-clothed warrior, he turned his head with confidence and cooperated with Murong Yan wholeheartedly.

The white-clothed warrior is naturally the third kill of the herringbone.

At this moment, in front of the third kill of the herringbone, there is a pitch-black crow...... Like the pitch-black crow that is fighting with Yan Zangfeng at this moment, it is not as fierce as the blood crow, but it gives people a biting cold.

This pitch-black crow is obviously not as powerful as the one that Yan Zangfeng has. But it still makes the handsome face under the hideous mask of the third kill move slightly, looking a little dignified.

And at the moment when the third kill of the herringbone appeared in the sky, in the valley of 100 miles, I suddenly heard someone whispering, like a thunder bell rushing through the sun and the moon, like a twilight drum and morning bell ringing through the world:

Zhao Keman Hu Ying.

Wu Hook Frost Snow Ming.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse.

Rustling like a shooting star.

Ten steps to kill one.

Thousands of miles without staying.

......

On the battlefield, tens of thousands of warriors turned their heads, only to see that in the valley, there was suddenly a middle-aged man in white walking on the blood-soaked battlefield, the latter was only worthy of the realm of martial arts, but in the face of the tragic battle, he was full of calmness and calmness.

He walked forward with his hands in his hands, and one person recited chivalry, but it attracted the righteousness of the world, caused the mountain wind to howl angrily, and the flowing clouds to gather and disperse. The peaceful voice of Zhongzheng was like the thunder of the nine heavens, and it was clearly poured into everyone's ears.

Wuhou sealed thousands of miles!

And with Feng Wanli's whispering, a series of white-clothed knights suddenly appeared around him, riding white horses on the battlefield.

As soon as they appeared, they gathered the attention of heaven and earth, and also attracted the attention of countless warriors.

swept over at a glance, the white-clothed knight plus Feng Wanli, a total of seven people.

And behind Feng Wanli and a group of white-clothed knights, he also followed a swaggering banner, which was particularly dazzling, making tens of thousands of warriors fearful, and when he looked at Feng Wanli and those white-clothed knights again, his eyes were clearly full of jealousy.

Above that banner, there is only one hand!

But it constitutes a 'human' word!

Thirteen kills in a herringbone!

Tens of thousands of warriors, looking at the thirteen killings of human characters that appeared on the battlefield, were apprehensive and shocked for a while. This Assassin Dynasty, which walked in the dark night and had not seen the light of day for hundreds of years, is finally about to reveal its true identity and fight in a dignified manner.

However, the thirteen killings of the herringbone have been walking on the edge of both good and evil for hundreds of years. Do you want to help the Eastern Spirit Warriors today, or do you want to become the butcher's knife in the hands of the Blood Spirit Palace?

Thirteen kills in the human ringword, invincible in the dark night.

If he really became a minion of the Blood Spirit Palace, it would undoubtedly be even worse for the martial artists of the Eastern Spirit Realm.

Just when everyone was speculating, they saw Feng Wanli's footsteps suddenly pause, the latter straightened his sleeve robe, straightened his clothes, looked calm and serious, stared at his eyebrows, and his voice was like a bell:

"Eleven kills on behalf of the human character, and the leader of the Yellow Character Battalion seals thousands of miles and swears to kill the evil king!"

(End of chapter)