Under the long wind and bright moon, the white clothes manifested.

The figure was not burly and tall, but it stood as tall as a green pine. The snow-white robe flew like a flag, and the green silk was sassy, moving forward under the bright moon, standing slowly on the top of the mountain, like a long wind and clouds.

"It's a forest wilderness!"

At the foot of the mountain, a warrior shouted, which instantly caused a commotion.

Everyone looked up and looked at the white-clothed figure on the top of the mountain, and their hearts were suddenly stirred. On the top of the mountain, the young man who was less than twenty years old was the leader of this decisive battle.

He has only been cultivating for a few years, but he is already the chief disciple of the Drifting Snow Palace.

In the Great War of the Four Sects and Ten Dynasties, he killed the disciples of all forces with one person, which was no worse than Lin Cangxue back then.

In the Qinglong Mountain Range, he was besieged and killed by more than 20 forces, and finally waited for Lin Cangxue to go down the mountain and killed all the people who were chasing and killing.

In the land of the locked dragons, slaughter the dragon veins with one force. Clothed in black light, he became a demon on the ground and killed all directions!

This young man, who was once not famous and lived under the brilliance of Lin Cangxue, seemed to have become the protagonist of the Eastern Spirit Realm overnight, a figure who was killed by various forces quickly, and a legend of a new generation.

And today, he actually declared war on Han Qingtian.

Under the mountain peaks, everyone looked up, some sighed and sneered, some hated and pity.

It is undeniable that Lin Huang is now the first person of the young generation. But even so, how can he fight with Han Qingtian, how can he compete with an unfathomable figure?

"I'm afraid that this time, it will become the curtain call battle of Lin Huang!"

"It's just a puppy, it's too arrogant and ruthless, and sooner or later it will be killed."

"Han Qingtian made a move, and when the moon set, there was no longer Lin Huang in the Eastern Spirit Realm."

......

Many disciples of the great forces all sneered, especially the disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Sect, looking at Lin Huang as if he were a dead man, why would a disciple of the Drifting Snow Palace dare to challenge their sect master.

The disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace clenched their fists, and before Han Qingtian appeared, their palms were already sweating.

Even though Lin Huang's feat was very exciting to them, they were also worried about Lin Huang. I don't want him to fall, because once Lin Huang is given a few more years, it will definitely usher in the glory of the Drifting Snow Palace.

In the night, Lin Cangxue's fingers clenched blue, and she looked at the young man on the top of the mountain in a daze.

However, Jun Chengcheng was dressed in a crimson dress, with soft little hands supporting his snow cheeks, looking at the high-spirited young man under the bright moon, with a sweet smile in his eyebrows and eyes.

On the top of the mountain, the forest barren stood like a spear, closing his eyes and waiting for Han Qingtian to appear.

Whew......

In the void, there was a sudden sound of wind and thunder.

Tens of thousands of people under the mountain turned pale, and suddenly turned their heads to look at a place in the void. I saw that under the bright moon in the sky, a figure suddenly appeared in the sky.

The figure was not very tall, but it was as deep as the sea, and it looked extremely proud. The purple clothes are floating, the green silk is flying, the face is cold and majestic, and the head of a sect is extraordinary.

I saw that between the latter's wave of his sleeves, the wind and thunder all around him dispersed, looking a little calm, but even more majestic.

Thunder in all directions shook Han Qingtian.

The moment the latter appeared, it attracted the attention of countless people, and the purple-clothed figure boiled.

Fly in the sky, the realm of Wuhou!

The disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Sect were extremely excited, looking at the middle-aged man who was suspended in the void and covered in moonlight, and he was immediately overjoyed.

"If the sect master really has the realm of Wuhou, he will definitely kill Lin Huang in three moves?"

"Three moves, one move is enough!"

"That Lin Huang is really self-defeating, daring to challenge the sect master, what can the legend of the new generation of the Eastern Spirit Realm do, it is not to become a revenant soul under the control of the sect master!"

On the other hand, the disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace felt depressed. It turned out that as the rumors said, Han Qingtian broke through to the realm of Wuhou.

On the cliffless peak, Lin Huang had a calm face, looking up at the middle-aged man in the void, his expression did not change in the slightest.

At the beginning of Tianlong Mountain, Han Qingtian appeared, and he had the realm of Wuhou at that time.

In the void, Han Qingtian carried his hands behind his back, and landed on the top of the mountain as deep as an abyss, looking at the forest wilderness opposite, with a calm expression: "You are very eye-catching!"

"I remember that when you were outside the Blood Triangle, you were just a personal Yuan martial artist, and in just two years, you rushed to the half-step martial marquis realm, which was enough to shock the world!"

Han Qingtian smiled very calmly, as if he was telling something that had nothing to do with him.

"It's rare that Sect Master Han still remembers the Blood Triangle!"

Lin Huang said with a smile.

"Originally, I should have slashed you to death!"

Han Qingtian said with his hands down, but he didn't have much remorse.

"In order to repay Sect Master Han for chasing and killing at the beginning, I have already tried my best to kill the people of your Heavenly Thunder Sect, I hope what I did did not disappoint you", Lin Huang pursed his lips and smiled, and said very politely.

"Don't provoke me to anger!"

Han Qingtian chuckled lightly, as if he didn't care about the lives of those people at all, "It's not too late to kill you now! Your body should be very valuable, worthy of Benhou's study, don't lose!"

"Do you know why I chose to fight you at the Cliffless Peak?"

Lin Huang suddenly changed the topic.

"When Lin Changtian was hunted down and killed by the Eastern Dynasty, he was buried alive here!"

When talking about Lin Changtian, Han Qingtian suddenly felt a little moved. He regarded him as an old enemy in his life, and he never even looked at him. Even Xuanyuan Tibing, whom he once looked down on, is a myth in the world, and there is no one in the world.

"Han Qingtian, Deputy Envoy of the Blood God Marquis!"

Lin Huang pursed his lips and smiled.

Well?

Han Qingtian's eyebrows condensed slightly, and then he regained his calm, but there was obviously a wisp of murderous aura between his eyebrows, "I thought that you were avenging Benhou's martial soul for abolishing Lin Cangxue." I didn't expect that you actually knew the identity of Ben Hou. I think you're one of the thirteen killings of the human ringword!"

Lin Huang's expression was calm, and he just smiled:

"Three hundred years ago, Xuanyuan Changge and Jia Tiansheng, on this peak, the ancestor of the Blood Spirit Hall was very strong!"

"Two hundred and fifty years ago, Xuanyuan Wuxiang died. Xuanyuan Mansion Wubu Dongling, once fought a bloody battle here for seventeen days, killing half of the Blood Spirit Hall on the river!"

"Later, Chen Ruoxu is on this peak, and with one hand he will attack and kill the Great Technique, and behead several martial artists of your Blood Spirit Palace!"

"Two years ago, Jia Wanjin died in battle without cliff peak, kill your blood spirit hall black robe!"

Under the bright moon in the sky, Lin Huang looked at Han Qingtian calmly, telling the secrets he knew, the demon suppression knife on his waist began to make a buzzing sound, and the white robe wrapped in Lin Huang, hunting and flying, making the latter stand between heaven and earth like a spear of the world.

"So what?"

Han Qingtian chuckled, "Today, Ben Hou should send you down to bury them, so that you can sleep on this mountain forever and never turn over!"

Lin Huang's eyes were magnificent, his dark eyes revealed a touch of awe-inspiring righteousness, his thin lips spit lightly, but the roar was like thunder, and it was full of murderous intent all over the sky:

"Today, I, Lin Huang, should be on this cliffless peak and kill you Han Qingtian. With the blood of Er, pay tribute to the soul of the hero, stand up the corpse of you, and kneel on the green mountain!"

(End of chapter)