In the killing arena.

The sound of falling needles can be heard.

Standing in front of Lin Huang was a middle-aged martial artist from the Sword Qi Building.

There is a martial arts realm.

But unlike others, this person has forcibly suppressed his realm from King Wu to Marquis of Wu. Many people present saw this, and they all scolded Sword Qilou for being shameless.

However, the owner of the sword qi building in the distance did not have the slightest shame on his face.

Instead, he had a cold smile on his face.

"The feat of 100 people, I'm afraid you won't be able to complete it!"

In the killing arena, the middle-aged man spoke very indifferently, and it seemed that Lin Huang's fate had ended.

Lin Huang shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything.

He once killed King Wu with a martial marquis.

Now a person in the realm of the Martial King has suppressed his realm to the realm of the Martial Marquis, although it is much stronger than the people in the peak realm of the Martial Marquis. But...... That's it!

The middle-aged man saw that Lin Huang was not birding him, and immediately frowned.

There was a hint of anger in his eyes.

Then he drew his sword.

In the killing arena, the sword qi was surging in an instant, and all of them headed towards the forest wilderness.

Among them, it contains the way of the sword, so that the forest wilderness is unavoidable.

The forest slid backwards.

The middle-aged man held a long sword in his hand and bullied forward.

In the blink of an eye, he forced his panic to the corner of the forest barrenness.

Looking at the gradually enlarged sword blade in front of him, Lin Huang's eyes condensed slightly, and then stabbed out with a palm.

The middle-aged man sneered.

No matter how long the arm is, it can't be longer than the long sword in his hand?

Before Lin Huang's arm stabbed him in the throat, his sword could cut his neck.

What's more, behind him, there are thousands of swords, roaring, which can pierce hundreds of holes in Lin Huang's body. Is he really an ignorant person who thinks that if he wins ninety-nine games in a row, he is invincible?

Underestimating the enemy is a big taboo for warriors!

But that's fine, a sword to kill this unknown thing, the latter's ninety-nine consecutive victories have become a stepping stone to pave his reputation.

In the killing arena, everyone held their breath and stared at the scene in front of them with wide eyes, for fear of missing the slightest.

I saw the two of them rushing away in the field, and Lin Huang slashed at the throat of the middle-aged martial artist with one palm.

The middle-aged warrior slashed at Lin Huang's head with a sword.

In an instant, we will see.

Just when the long sword in the hand of the Sword Qi Building martial artist touched Lin Huang's neck, the latter suddenly changed his move, because he saw Lin Huang's stab towards his palm and grabbed his arm holding the sword, so he changed his move......

As soon as the five fingers were loosened, the long sword appeared in the left hand of the middle-aged martial artist, and stabbed Lin Huang's throat again.

And just when Lin Huang's right hand grabbed the middle-aged martial artist's right arm, the whole person had already rotated.

In an instant, Lin Huang's left arm was like a blade out of its sheath, and the moment the latter's blade touched his throat, his left palm quietly wiped the latter's throat......

The battle in the killing arena suddenly stopped.

It's as if time has frozen.

"Situ Huangfen relied on his powerful body to dare to fight with me in close combat, why did you dare to get close to me?"

Lin Huang looked at the solidified martial artist in front of him, clapped his hands indifferently, and then raised his foot and kicked the latter out.

The middle-aged warrior's body was in the void, and blood was flying from his neck.

No more life.

Ahem......

In the killing arena, Lin Huang coughed twice, shook a little weakly, looked at the middle-aged man who fell to the ground and died, and sneered twice, "If the middle-aged martial artist uses real means to fight him, maybe he can still struggle twice." You can fight in close combat, and you will die faster!"

......

In the killing arena, after a short silence, violent cheers suddenly erupted.

The mountains roared like a tsunami, piercing Lin Huang's eardrums.

The people watching the battle around were already immersed in extreme excitement. They never thought that in the final battle, Lin Huang would win so neatly and neatly, it was simply a second to kill the martial artist of the Sword Qi Tower.

A moment ago it was condescending.

The next moment, his life was gone.

And in the killing arena, the bloody young man who was staggering in a pool of blood at the moment, stepping on the bones of the corpses, finally created an unprecedented feat in the killing arena, winning a hundred games in a row.

100 people slashed!

At this moment, they have even forgotten how many spirit stones they have earned, and they have forgotten that they have become big tyrants. All eyes fell on Lin Huang, his expression excited, as if he had seen a legend.

Prior to today, the Killing Arena had a winning streak of forty-seven matches.

Later, that person was recruited by the Heavenly Dao Sect.

And today, this young man, who has been famous for only three days, gritted his teeth and stubbornly stubbornly bone, step by step, stepping on the tired bones, soaked in the bones and blood of the enemy, and killed the pinnacle throne.

The record of 100 people will definitely shake the main building of the domain!

If this son does not die, he will become a legend one day.

In the dim dungeon, the sound of the mountain and the tsunami continued for a quarter of an hour......

Together with the five thousand people who couldn't squeeze into the underground palace and stayed outside, they all roared.

This is true of all the people.

When the two are almost the same, there is inevitably jealousy in the words.

But once the gap is too big and reaches the point of looking up, it is a kind of worship!

Outside the killing arena, Song Changling smiled with relief.

The disciples of the Taiyi Martial Mansion were silent, and it was difficult to describe the complicated feelings in their hearts. They were the same age as Lin Huang, but they really couldn't imagine why this young man named Lin Changsheng could have such strength and incredible tenacious perseverance.

Luo Qingjue pursed the corners of his mouth lightly, a slight smile appeared on his face, and there was confidence between his eyebrows. Since others can do it, as long as he works hard to cultivate, he can do the same.

And at the back of the underground palace, the sword qi building master's face was extremely gloomy, and the murderous intent in his eyes was ferocious. After a short stay, he waved his sleeves and left angrily.

The Pavilion Master of Longyuan Pavilion smiled.

In the killing arena, Lin Huang was miserable, looking at the corpses that were bleeding and covered with the ring, and smiled with relief.

He didn't die in this killing arena before facing Song Hanshan.

Next, it's time to invite Song Hanshan into the urn.

Bang.

In the killing arena, Lin Huang was full of smiles and fell to the ground suddenly, "It's so fucking tired to stand, it's still comfortable to lie down!"

......

However, after a long time, Lin Huang was fished out of the pool of blood in the killing arena by Song Changling, and lay on Song Changling's back like mud, which made Song Changling's legs tremble.

A scholar whose fingers don't touch the spring water, where has he ever done this kind of work of carrying corpses.

And the people in the dungeon were like crazy, blocking Lin Huang, completely ignoring Lin Huang's life and death.

Song Changling is squeezed.

In the end, Lin Huang's hands were broken, and Lin Huang was dragged out of the dungeon through the gap in the crowd.

After leaving the pitch-black giant hall, Lin Huang lay on Song Changling's back, and endless tiredness suddenly swept over, and Lin Huang was drowsy.

"Brother Lin Huang!"

At this moment, the crisp sound fell into Lin Huang's ears.

Lin Huang suddenly held on to his tiredness, his eyes widened, and he saw Tang Xiaoqi with a gray face, looking at Lin Huang with some embarrassment, holding a bowl of Yangchun noodles in his hand, and tears fell into the noodle soup.

The little girl walked from here to the south of the city, frantically hurried, I don't know how many times she fell down along the way, and her knees were broken until she was bleeding.

The little girl was worried about Brother Lin Huang, so she returned here as soon as possible.

She was afraid that her noodles would be cold, so she kept holding them in her arms and kept squeezing the heat, but she accidentally spilled a lot of noodle soup and wet her clothes.

Little girl, usually cute and clean.

After waiting anxiously for most of the night, the little girl finally waited until she finally saw Lin Huang come out......

But he saw a bloody man.

The tears just couldn't stop falling, and they couldn't stop.

"Xiaoqi doesn't cry, Brother Lin Huang is just a little tired, these are other people's blood, don't believe you ask Song Shunerd!"

Lin Huang barely stood up, stretched out his hand to touch the little girl's head, but found that his hands were full of blood, his arms were stiff, and he took the Yangchun noodles in the little girl's hand......

"Brother Lin Huang, the noodles are already mushy, you wait a minute, Xiaoqi will buy you a bowl again!"

The little girl touched her tears with one hand, grabbed Lin Huang's sleeve with the other, and said with a crying voice.

Lin Huang grinned warmly, "Brother Lin Huang likes to eat mushy noodles!"

As he spoke, Lin Huang coughed twice, endured the severe pain, sat down next to the stone lion outside the dark hall, and ate it in a big gulp.

"Brother Lin Huang, who beat you like this, you tell Xiaoqi. Xiao Qi can fight, I'll help you beat him!"

The little girl wiped her tears while squatting in front of Lin Huang, looking at the wounds that rolled around Lin Huang, and her tears became more and more unstoppable.

"Haha...... Xiaoqi, don't worry, those people have been beaten down by me!"

"Well, then...... The next time Brother Lin Huang meets an enemy. You tell Xiaoqi, Xiaoqi protects you!"

"There is no problem, in the future, I will rely on Xiaoqi to make a big difference!"

Lin Huang laughed twice, drank the noodle soup in the bowl, and used the noodle bowl to block his tearful face, silently thinking in his heart......

"Tang Xiaoqi, Brother Lin Huang will keep you worry-free for a hundred years in the future!"