In the dark night room, Song Xieyang was already in a cloak, his body was full of wounds and blood, and his breath was already extremely weak.

"Yang Su!"

Lin Huang whispered, causing the battle spirit to raise his eyebrows slightly, and a shot in his hand burst out with a strong light, sweeping across Song Xiyang.

"Little thief dares!"

At this moment, an invincible aura suddenly appeared from the sky, and the entire space seemed to be imprisoned. I saw a rickety old man appear in front of Song Xieyang, and slapped Yang Su, Lin Huang and Situ with one palm.

Recite......

Before Lin Huang and the others could react, the moment the giant palm of the rickety old man fell, a sword groan suddenly sounded in the void.

The sonorous sword groaned, like a dragon roaring.

The rickety old man's body stiffened suddenly, a blood line appeared on his neck, and the entire skull was cut off incomparably flat, like a watermelon rolling down.

Even the head with Song Xieyang is gone.

Lin Huang looked at the scene in front of him, and was suddenly shocked and dumbfounded. There was no human figure in the void, only a sword light slowly disappearing.

"The rest of the people around me, I've cleaned up, so I can do it myself!"

There was also a fluttering word in the void, and it was impossible to hear from that direction, nor could it be heard whose voice it was, and then there was no movement.

Only a breath away, the rickety old man suddenly came and died suddenly!

A martial saint powerhouse was killed by someone in one move.

The war spirit in the room narrowed his eyes, as if he was reminiscing about the volley sword just now, which was really a little inexplicable.

Call......

In the room, Lin Huang finally breathed a sigh of relief. Today's battle was expected, but it was still very dangerous. And the biggest threat is naturally this rickety old man who suddenly ran to his death.

was simply killed by someone in one move.

"That person should have done it, right?"

Lin Huang guessed slightly in his heart. On the ferry, the only thing Lin Huang could think of was the white-haired martial saint Pei Xiufu who could be related to himself.

As for why the latter was so powerful, not at all like a martial saint, it was not something that Lin Huang could guess.

After Yang Su slightly reminisced about the battle just now, he turned his head to look at Lin Huang, "I didn't expect Xuanyuan Po's martial soul to really have such mystical power." My lord, you have to practice diligently, let me come out a few more times. I haven't lifted a gun for thousands of years, and my marksmanship is a little rusty, and I can't enjoy practicing it just now!"

Lin Huang nodded embarrassedly, and suddenly felt that the 'raising of a million troops' was much more powerful than the likes of Heavenly Shura.

"My lord, I'm leaving! The next time I summon, don't say 'Lords', otherwise there are three thousand people, and I don't know who will be the turn to appear. If you want to hand-pick me, my name is Yang Su......"

Yang Su said seriously, but Lin Huang always felt that this guy was a talker, and it was completely different from his previous domineering posture.

Get......

It is estimated that it has been lonely for a thousand years, and it is difficult to reappear in the world, pitiful!

Then, Yang Su's figure slowly disappeared from the room, returning to the bronze ancient Great Wall of the forest barren Xuanhai.

Situ looked at the disappearing battle soul and moved his surprised gaze to Lin Huang, "Your martial soul is not simple. When will you pull it out and have a fight with my black-robed body?"

"Where can it compare to the twenty-seventh one gasification and three clears on the martial soul list?"

Lin Huang smiled faintly, when the white-robed array master and the black-robed Situ appeared before, Lin Huang was really a little shocked in his heart.

A person, manifesting three physical bodies, is exactly one qi and three clears, ranking twenty-seventh on the martial soul list.

However, before Lin Huang was reborn, he had never heard of anyone possessing this terrifying martial spirit.

A holy body is so strong, plus a fifth-level array master and a black-robed Situ who doesn't know how deep his strength is, Lin Huang feels terrible when he thinks about it.

"Your formation is not bad, in the future, we can take turns to learn the body, martial soul, and formation", Situ said with a smile on his face.

Lin Huang pouted, "Then yours will tell me your origin first!"

"I don't have any background, I'm an abandoned baby, I was with wolves before I was ten years old", Situ scratched his head, "Later, I met a master, but I was beaten to death, and I was alone again!"

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows, no wonder the latter's physical strength was so strong, and that black-robed Situ was like a mad demon when he fought, just a vicious wolf who fought for thousands of miles.

Squeak......

At this moment, Song Changling pushed the door and walked in, his face a little pale. Looking at the corpse on the ground, he frowned, obviously not very comfortable with such a bloody scene.

"The poem just now is good!"

Lin Huang smiled, before Lin Huang just asked Song Changling's blind cat to catch the dead mouse, but he didn't expect the latter to really be able to manifest the white-clothed swordsman in the chivalrous line.

Readers, it's terrible!

Song Changling scratched his head, obviously not particularly clear about how far he had come on the road of Confucianism. Looking at Song Xieyang's corpse on the ground, he spread his hands, "There's a big problem!"

"What's the matter, I'm afraid that I won't be able to be the head of the Song family?"

Lin Huang joked.

Song Changling pouted, "This kind of thing will not be too secretive after all, as long as the forces behind the Song family and these other people are checked, the two of you probably won't have the heart to laugh!"

Situ smiled expressionlessly, as if he didn't care much.

Lin Huang had no choice but to spread his hands, in this case, either Song Xieyang killed himself, or he killed Song Xieyang. I've been driven to a dead end, so don't you fuck it?

"Deal with the scene first, it can mislead for a while!"

Lin Huang said to Situ.

Subsequently, Lin Huang and Situ fought against each other in a fake way, leaving countless traces in the room. The purpose is nothing more than a simple one, which is to create a situation where more people are fighting and confuse the public.

And when Lin Huang carefully destroyed and faked the scene, in an idle room in the Tianzi Mansion in Bosa Prefecture, Pei Xiufu quietly appeared and incinerated a white-faced mask in his hand, leaving only a trace of extremely imperceptible ashes.

In Lin Huang's room, Song Changling sat on the bed, swaying his legs, looking at the two people fighting in the room, and suddenly spoke, "I saw the big battle just now!"

As he spoke, Song Changling pointed to the wall of the partition between the two rooms, where he didn't know when Song Changling dug a small hole.

"Can you read it?"

Lin Huang asked defiantly.

Song Changling raised his eyebrows, and his gaze fell on Situ's body, "One gas and three clears?"

Situ suddenly stopped the battle with Lin Huang, turned his head to look at Song Changling, and did not admit it, but his eyes said everything, anyway, this matter could not be hidden in front of Lin Huang and Song Changling.

Song Changling immediately rubbed his hands, his eyes were hot, "When I passed through the Jialuo Domain before, I heard about an incident by chance, which was that an old Taoist was beaten to death by a holy king!"

Situ's eyes suddenly stabbed, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.

"It is said that the old Taoist was lonely, and in recent years, he has only accepted a disciple with very good qualifications, and the martial soul is one qi and three clear!"

Song Changling continued.

"That's my master, not an old Taoist, his name is Situ Xuanguan!"

Situ said very seriously.

"So ......"

Song Changling stretched out his voice and asked tentatively, "Your name is Situ...... Deserted graves?"

In the room, listening to Song Changling's voice, Lin Huang's heart suddenly shook, and he turned his head in surprise to look at Situ who was dressed in coarse linen.

(End of chapter)