On the battlefield where the clouds gathered, Song Zhimou looked at the young man in front of him, and the expression on his face froze.

Like falling into an ice cellar.

Behind the young man, there were hundreds of corpses, and the dead could not die anymore. The two knives in the latter's hands have already appeared in countless gaps, and they are slowly dripping with blood.

"Song Zhimou?"

Lin Huang asked with a smile.

Song Zhimou came back to his senses and nodded with difficulty.

Lin Huang also nodded, and said with a smile: "It's a very smart person, why do you want to become a lackey of the Blood Spirit Palace?"

"It's none of your business!"

Song Zhimou gradually regained his composure, since the latter had already killed him, why didn't he face it calmly? The so-called life and death, in his eyes, was nothing more than that.

"It really has nothing to do with me!"

Lin Huang smiled, and didn't want to know what kind of background Song Zhimou had, why he became the leader of the Blood Crow Army, it had nothing to do with him.

Whoever kills, people will always kill him!

"I think you should be able to stop attacking!"

Lin Huang said with a smile.

Song Zhimou raised his head and glanced at the 100,000 army that was still charging, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face, "What if I choose to refuse? You know, these people are all puppets, and they are not very sober. Even if you kill me, as long as Ben Shuai doesn't give the order, they will fight to the death!"

"Do you think your bones are very hard? Scholars kill people and punish hearts, I can't punish hearts, but I can kill people and torture people!"

"Moreover, at most, it is just to kill all the people here!"

Lin Huang said with a smile.

Song Zhimou raised his eyebrows and looked directly at Lin Huang, "Since this is the case, why do you still ask me to kill all these people!"

"Do you think you are righteous? Are you kind-hearted? You can't bear to kill my army of blood crows, thinking that they are innocent victims? So you have to be full of mercy to make Ben Shuai stop attacking and fulfill your good name?"

The smile on Song Zhimou's face was undiminished, like a mask, false and hypocritical.

"It seems that there is no room for manoeuvre!"

Lin Huang sighed slightly, and then picked up the latter, as if carrying a chicken, and rushed into the battlefield again.

In a few breaths, Lin Huang crashed into an army of thousands. A man is an invincible spear, silent wherever he goes. Countless heads rolled down, corpses exploded, and blood flew in a horrible manner.

Song Zhimou under Lin Huang's armpit was so frightened that blood splattered the latter's face, and many severed limbs hit his body, making the latter's hair rise all over his body.

After all, he's a scholar.

He has really been on the battlefield and experienced such a bloody scene.

In the past, it was enough to watch from a distance.

In less than half an hour, Song Zhimou was so frightened that he screamed and compromised with Lin Huang.

Lin Huang didn't care about it, like a raging tornado, he carved straight through the battlefield and headed in the direction of Qin Xuance.

It wasn't until a quarter of an hour later that Lin Huang's figure stopped in front of Langya Mountain. Looking up at the swarming army, his expression was calm and calm, and between the swing of the demon suppression knife, countless swords shone brightly, killing all the waves of puppet armies that attacked.

Alone.

In the wasteland where there is no natural danger, one husband is the gate, and ten thousand people are not open!

Langya Mountain behind Lin Huang was already in flames. On the burning mountain, iron shells continued to roll down one after another, and scorching green smoke came out, which looked extremely hot.

Sonorous.

The iron shells stretched out and turned into soldiers in iron armor, slumping to the ground. There was still green smoke in his mouth, and he was sweating profusely, as if he had collapsed.

Well?

Lin Huang glanced back at the soldiers behind him, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

Among the soldiers who rolled down the mountain, there were a few people he was somewhat familiar with.

Eight hundred of the Divine General's Mansion went to the death camp.

At the foot of Langya Mountain, Lin Huang and Lin Cangxue glanced at each other, their expressions were surprised, and there was a faint trace of worry.

"What about Qin Xuance?"

Lin Huang asked, staring at a slightly energetic soldier.

"Young Mansion Master?!"

The soldier who had just taken off his iron armor was slightly stunned, and then hurriedly spoke, "Lord Soldier Saint is still behind!"

"But who else?"

Lin Huang said.

"And ...... And the old mansion master!"

The soldier turned his head and looked at the raging fire behind the mountain, his expression extremely ashamed.

Lin Huang's face froze, and the murderous aura around him suddenly swept out. threw Song Zhimou to Bai Xiaopang, and then turned into a whirlwind and rushed into Langya Mountain.

The burning mountains were all red, and the burning flames made the place silent. In the sea of fire, Lin Huang was surrounded by Wuhou Tiangang's body, glaring and scanning the surroundings. Level-headed, but distracted......

He never imagined that the old man, who was supposed to spend his old age in the Great Xia Dynasty, would actually participate in this catastrophe in the Eastern Spirit Realm.

If the latter has a half-point difference, he will not have the face to walk out of Langya Mountain.

In the sea of fire, there was a constant crackling sound, just like the mood of the forest barren. Even if he is not afraid of the fire around him now, Lin Beichen and Qin Xuance will definitely not be able to hold on for long.

Hiding in iron armor and descending the mountain?

Such a stupid method can be imagined by Qin Xuance.

Knort.

Knort.

After Lin Huang searched back and forth for two times, he suddenly heard the sound of two iron armors colliding.

Where I looked, I saw two iron shells, stuck in the middle of the rocks, and could no longer roll. In a crack in the iron shell, there was a white robe that was burning violently.

Lin Huang's face froze, and he immediately rushed over, grabbed the two iron shells, and flew into the air.

Bang.

An iron shell was thrown to the ground by Lin Huang, revealing Qin Xuance hidden in the iron armor.

And the other way, naturally, is Lin Beichen.

Lin Huang looked at Lin Beichen, who had passed out in the iron armor, and felt a sudden chill in his heart, and after taking off the latter's iron armor, all the surging vitality poured into Lin Beichen's body.

At this moment, Lin Cangxue also appeared beside Lin Huang, looking at the old man who had passed out, her starry eyes were suddenly filled with tears.

They had never seen Lin Beichen so embarrassed.

I've never seen such an embarrassed old man.

The skin on the upper and lower parts of the body was red, and many places were burned by iron armor. If Lin Huang is half a quarter of an hour at night, I am afraid that Lin Beichen will be completely lifeless.

Ahem.

On the battlefield, there was a slight coughing sound.

Qin Xuance untied the iron armor around his body and sat on the battlefield with an embarrassed face, with green smoke still coming out of his mouth. The skin is red, and with a light touch, it can lift a layer of skin and flesh, like a boiled duck. After all, it is fine skin and tender meat, and it is not as strong as these battle-hardened soldiers.

Lin Huang raised his head and looked at Qin Xuance who had just gotten up and slapped away the dust. With a flash of anger in his heart, he kicked the latter out with a kick......

(End of chapter)