On the battlefield, when the forest is fighting. There were dozens of powerful auras in the Steep Sense Void, revealing a rich bloody aura, coming towards him.

Lin Huang turned his head and saw that in a blood-colored tent on the battlefield, there were many figures, and the realm of each figure was above Wuhou.

Lin Huang let out a long roar and rushed towards dozens of blood-clothed martial marquis, the thunder around him shining, as if he was invincible.

Bai Xiaopang and Lin Cangxue have been heading towards Langya Mountain.

In the blood-colored camp, after Song Zhimou ordered the ten blood-clothed martial marquis to besiege and kill Lin Huang, he issued several orders in a row:

"Burn Langya Mountain!"

"Order the eastern army to retreat three hundred miles to avoid engaging the enemy!"

"Command the Western Army to withdraw to the Heavenly Wind Plain!"

"At all costs, to stop the three of them, you must kill Qin Xuance first!"

"Command the southern army, do whatever it takes, you must capture Qin Xuance's lair before tonight!"

......

After dozens of blood-clothed martial marquis rushed out of the camp, Song Zhimou reacted.

Qin Xuance was here to contain himself in order to win victories on other battlefields.

Thinking of this, Song Zhimou's face was full of gloom, and his dark eyes were full of anger. I feel worse and worse. On other battlefields, the puppet army had to face the famous generals of the Eastern Spirit Realm.

Even if Qin Xuance dies here, if he wins on other battlefields, then even if he wins, he will be defeated.

Bang.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly sounded in the battlefield, which shook Song Zhimou's camp tent for a while. The latter's face changed, and he immediately walked out of the tent.

In the center of the battlefield, there were only nine of the top ten blood-clothed martial marquis who surrounded and killed Lin Huang.

The young man covered in endless thunder killed a martial marquis with just one face.

Song Zhimou's heart sank again, his top ten blood-clothed martial arts were here, and their combined strength was comparable to that of the masters of the six heavens of martial arts. In less than half an hour, a person was killed.

Who is the person in the purple thunder?

The remaining nine martial marquis didn't even dare to touch the Thunder Zone.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Song Zhimou's mind became heavier and heavier, and he couldn't figure out who the three people who rushed into the battlefield were. In his calculations, all the martial marquis around Qin Xuance were pinned.

Who else can save the latter?

While Song Zhimou was thinking, the sound of explosion sounded in the void again. I saw the young man in the purple thunder, holding two knives, and once again slashed the two great martial marquis.

Song Zhimou's face changed greatly.

His hard work was still crushed by his strength. Thinking of this, the latter's handsome face was a little distorted, looking at the sky-high fire of Langya Mountain in the distance, his expression was gloomy and happy.

Even if he died, he had to kill Qin Xuance first.

As long as Qin Xuance died, no matter how powerful the young man in thunder and lightning was, what could he do? He held a large army of several million, and he would not be able to kill a martial artist in the future?

At the other end of the battlefield, there is a sky-high fire on Langya Mountain. The entire mountain peak was enveloped in flames, and the skyrocketing light illuminated the entire sky.

In the terrifying sea of fire, Qin Xuance's three thousand soldiers launched countless charges, wanting to go down the mountain, but were killed and retreated by countless puppet armies.

Looking at the approaching fire, shrinking everyone's living space, Qin Xuance looked at the purple thunder in the battlefield with the light of the fire in the sky, and his face was solemn.

The fire has become a prairie fire, and if it were not for the heavy rain from the sky, the fire would not have been extinguished.

If you don't break out of the fire, you will surely die.

Afterwards, Qin Xuance suddenly ordered, "Everyone cut off their robes, retract their bodies into the iron armor, fill the cracks between the iron armor with loess, and roll down the mountain for Ben Shuai!"

"Whoa!"

The three thousand iron armor suddenly let out a long sigh.

Thundered.

The thunder on the battlefield is endless, like a purple snake python that ravages the world, and has become a taboo in life. In just a quarter of an hour, Lin Huang killed half of the ten blood-clothed martial marquis.

Subsequently, Lin Huang no longer paid attention to the remaining five martial marquis, but went straight to Song Zhimou's camp.

Capture the thief and capture the king first!

Seeing Lin Huang heading towards Song Zhimou, there was a trace of vivid anger in the empty eyes of the five martial marquis, and they frantically killed Lin Huang.

On the top of Langya Mountain, the snow-white tent is still there.

In the tent, the lights are always on. The compass suspended in mid-air finally stopped rotating at this moment, and it seemed that it no longer spied on the heavenly machine.

Buzz.

As the compass stopped, the dark clouds that hung over the forest barren head on the battlefield also dissipated.

In a few breaths, the thunder around Lin Huang disappeared.

Outside the blood-colored tent, Song Zhi's eyes looked at the disappearing thunder, and his face showed great joy. Immediately ordered the remaining Wuhou to attack and kill Lin Huang.

He didn't believe that without the terrifying thunder, the latter would still be able to move forward.

It's really God's plan to help him Song!

Bang.

However, the smile on Song Zhimou's face had not fully bloomed, and it froze again. Looking at the scene in the distance, his face was incredible.

In the battlefield, when the five blood-clothed martial marquis slaughtered towards the forest wilderness, the blood-soaked white-clothed young man actually let out a long roar, and heavy snow fell all over his body.

Around the latter, a region of desolation appeared.

Ahh

The moment Ah Na Dao appeared, the white-clothed young man unsheathed the cross Yama in one hand, and instantly killed a blood-clothed martial marquis.

"Lin Huang?!"

Looking at the heavy snow fluttering in the sky, Song Zhimou suddenly came back to his senses. Although he has never practiced martial arts, he also knows that the snow drifts in the world and knows the forest wilderness.

In this Eastern Spirit Realm, there is no one else who can make the snow drift in the world, and so young, except for the forest wilderness.

In the battlefield, Lin Huang looked at Bai Xiaopang and Lin Cangxue approaching Langya Mountain in the distance, and raised his eyebrows, letting go of the worries in his heart. Then he turned his head to look at the young man outside the blood-colored camp tent in the distance, and suddenly showed a smile.

Outside the tent, Song Zhimou's mind suddenly fell, and when he saw Lin Huang smiling, he saw the devil showing his bloody fangs......

"Kill!"

Then, a long howl rang out on the battlefield. I saw Lin Huang holding two knives, turning into an afterimage, killing the endless puppet army around him.

The blade came out, and the heads were everywhere.

On the battlefield of a hundred miles in the wilderness, Lin Huang was like a killing god on a rampage, without the slightest goal or the slightest mercy.

also ignored the many martial marquis behind him.

Ignore Song Zhimou.

Lin Huang is like a demon, killing all directions without the slightest human emotion. As far as the soldiers pointed, corpses were lying everywhere, and blood was raining as far as they could walk.

And those crazy martial marquis have never even touched the corners of Lin Huang's clothes.

After only a quarter of an hour, Lin Huang was probably tired of killing, and suddenly turned around and walked towards those blood-clothed martial marquis. In just an instant, all the means of the forest wilderness were exhausted:

Kill the god with a sword.

Snow drifts in the world.

A nasal passage.

The wrath of the eight-armed heavenly asura.

The White Tiger Formation.

Cross Yama.

......

Just for a moment.

The entire battlefield suddenly became silent and extremely cold. From the moment the young man in white turned around, the entire space seemed to be controlled by the latter.

The five blood-clothed martial marquis did not have time to resist, and were directly killed by endless attacks, and there was no longer the slightest chance of life.

Outside the blood-colored tent, Song Zhimou looked at the incomparably bloody scene in the distance, and felt a chill in his heart, and froze in place.

"It's ...... Kill the five great martial marquis in seconds?!"

Song Zhimou couldn't feel the existence of his own thoughts, he only felt that the scene he saw just now was too unreal and too terrifying. Before he could come back to his senses, he saw an extra figure in his pupils, which was constantly expanding.

The figure stopped in front of Song Zhimou and stared at the latter with a smile on the corner of his mouth......

(End of chapter)