In the dimly lit room, Song Hanshan's smile was extraordinarily bright.

Lin Huang's eyes froze slightly, and then he spoke: "It is true that you are a Saint King powerhouse, as long as you don't die, you can recover quickly, but this requires aura, and this room has been isolated by me, and there is no aura at all!"

"And, even if you can really recover, in your current state, I can kill you!"

Song Hanshan, who was slumped in the seat, raised his eyebrows and smiled with difficulty, and said with a smile: "In this room, there is indeed no aura, and this king really can't recover." But there are two things that you can't isolate at all."

Well?

Lin Huang frowned.

"Space and time!"

Song Hanshan smiled lightly.

Lin Huang's face changed suddenly, and his whole body was like falling into an ice cellar.

I saw that Song Hanshan, who was dying, began to struggle with the last trace of strength, spitting blood from his mouth, but his face was full of smiles, "What you killed was just ...... Past me!"

When Song Hanshan's words fell, all the breath in his body suddenly died, and the whole person turned into powder in the void.

Lin Huang's ears sounded another voice with a smile in his ears again, "And what you see in front of you is me now!"

When the voice fell, in the dim room, a middle-aged man with a handsome face and a snow-white sable fur suddenly walked out.

He just appeared indifferently.

With a hint of a smile on his face.

Warm as jade.

But it made Lin Huang feel a biting cold.

Song Hanshan!

"You actually have the power to manipulate the years?!"

Lin Huang was shocked.

Song Hanshan, who reappeared, shook his snow-white mink fur and said with a smile: "This secret, except for my daughter-in-law, is only known to you, not even Changling!"

"Then I should feel honored?"

Lin Huang said.

"The so-called knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent is a victory in a hundred battles. Admittedly, you put in a lot of effort to survive, and you succeeded in the end. But you don't know me, and you want to kill me?"

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Song Hanshan's mouth.

"I admit it!"

Lin Huang spread his hands and said, since Song Hanshan has returned again. Then in the face of the heyday of the Holy King, he asked himself if he could not escape. Since there was no hope of escaping, Lin Huang saw it and returned to his composure.

It's just that Lin Huang's divine soul, unconsciously, has already gone towards the sleeping phoenix martial spirit.

However, Song Hanshan didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill Lin Huang, but sat down with a wave of his sleeve robe, "Do you know that above the clouds, Li Shusheng told me something?"

Lin Huang frowned and shook his head.

"He wants to accept you as a disciple, and I owe him a favor, a great favor!"

Song Hanshan poured himself a glass of wine and took two sips slowly, "I, Song Hanshan, can enter the realm of martial saints for the second time, I have to be grateful to the two of them!"

"One is Song Changling, and the other is Li Shusheng!"

"Back then, as a generation of martial saints, I was brutally shattered by someone and fell off the altar overnight!"

Song Hanshan turned his back to Lin Huang with his hand, and his voice was desolate, "The whole family is the most ruthless, I was shattered by someone, and the Song family didn't say a word about avenging me, but wanted to be someone else's dog." And I, on the other hand, have been completely reduced to an ant in the quagmire, and I have been bullied!"

"When I was about to starve to death, there were tens of thousands of people in the dignified Song family, only Changling was alone, carrying a handful of green plums, and handed it to me with a bright face."

"It was he who told me what it means to be a gentleman and not give up."

"What is the heavens will descend on the people, they must first suffer their minds and work their muscles and bones."

"It was also when he couldn't read all the words that he told me over and over again that in ancient times, there was a story of an emperor who was a slave for a hundred years and finally returned to the country."

"It was he who explained to me what he meant when he dared to laugh at Huang Chao's husband."

"Therefore, in my life Song Hanshan, I will never allow Changling to die in front of me. With my Song Hanshan here, no one in heaven and earth dares to touch Changling."

In the end, Song Hanshan took a long breath, calmed down his excitement, and looked at Lin Huang again, "And this ...... That's the real reason I gave you a month!"

"And what about Li Killing?"

Lin Huang asked.

"If it weren't for Li Shusheng's guidance and help me pierce the last layer of window paper, my return to the Saint King Realm would need to be postponed for three years."

Song Han Mountain Road.

"Whether it's Changling or Li Shusheng, they don't want me to kill you. But before Li Shusheng left, he told me. If I don't kill you, there will be cracks in my mind. And if I kill you, I'm afraid there will be endless trouble!"

Lin Huang looked at Song Hanshan, who had a relaxed expression, and after a little hesitation, he spoke, "I think you have a choice now!"

The wine glass in Song Hanshan's hand slammed on the table, squinting at Lin Huang, his voice was smooth and firm, "Anyone...... None of them can stop this king from reaching the pinnacle of martial arts!"

Lin Huang's face froze, and then nodded, "Understood, since this is the case, there is nothing to say, Song Shengwang will do it."

"Nothing more to explain?"

Song Han Mountain Road.

"No, everything is fine!"

Lin Huang said with a smile.

Song Hanshan's eyebrows were slightly raised, his fingers tapped lightly on the table, and after hesitating for a quarter of an hour, he spoke: "It was Song Hanshan in the past who wanted to kill you, and what you saw in front of you was the current Song Hanshan!"

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and stared at the latter suspiciously.

"As the current Song Hanshan, this king can suppress the realm in the realm of the martial king, and this king will only punch you!"

Song Han Mountain Road.

"Good!"

Lin Huang said simply, and the phoenix martial soul that was about to recover in his body suddenly fell silent.

"But this will be my most powerful punch, you have seen the Eight Desolation Town Demon Body. In the Wuhou realm, you are indeed very strong, but even if you are now, you are not as good as me in the Wuhou realm back then!"

Song Hanshan reminded.

Lin Huang nodded.

Song Hanshan drank the last sip of wine, slowly stood up, he slowly took off the snow-white mink fur cloak, and in the middle of his breath, he directly pressed his strength to the realm of the Martial King.

"I hope that after this punch, the past will be completely cleared!"

Song Hanshan said.

"Good!"

Lin Huang nodded calmly, and then took a step, **buzzing, rendering a layer of incomparably brilliant gold, and the treasure body was shining, looking solid.

Song Hanshan's expression was flat, as if he had nothing.

The dimly lit small room is like another world, lonely and secluded.

In the room, two people stood opposite each other.

One person is in a defensive stance.

One person is in an attacking stance.

There was no monstrous aura boiling, and there was no devastating killing move.

Only the young man's understated punch in the snow white went towards the forest barren at an extremely slow speed......

Lin Huang looked at the slowly attacking punch, and his pupils gradually dilated.

The fist has not yet landed on his body, but his golden ** has begun to appear countless cracks, like a glass jade bottle shattered.

Then.

There was a loud bang.

That fist smashed into Lin Huang's chest......

In a split second.

Lin Huang's body was full of blood-colored threads, his eyes were red, and he lost all his luster at the same time.

The whole person froze.

Then...... Bang to the ground!