Under the cliffless peak, when Han Qingtian's left arm changed, many martial artists changed color. I didn't know that the latter's arm was hiding such a secret.

And on the top of the mountain, the blood-stained body of the white clothes was flying with hundreds of array marks.

The array seal is like a sword, revealing a palpitating aura.

"Fourth-level formation master!"

Among the martial artists, some of the formation masters were surprised, and they all showed incredible expressions.

Murong Yan frowned, and there was an uncontrollable smile on his face. Lin Huang, who was only a second-level formation master at first, actually jumped into the ranks of the fourth-level formation division in less than a year.

Under the sky, Lin Huang's eyes were like torches. Between the swings of the arm, the formation seal around the body was like a dancing elf, and only in the breath, it was hooked into a formation, turning into a murderous sword array.

"It is worthy of being the legend of the new generation of the Eastern Spirit Realm!"

In the long air, Han Qingtian's figure was embarrassed, but he remained calm, "But if you want to use this to compete with Ben Hou, relying on the fourth-level formation is far from enough!"

Han Qingtian's long arms were in the air, like a backbone that broke the sky, and endless blood and qi swept out of it, and the murderous aura was monstrous.

"Really?"

Lin Huang frowned and chuckled, only in the movement of the five commands, the sword array in his hand was full of cold and cold breath, which made the breath of the void solidify.

Then, Lin Huang waved his arm again, and another fourth-level formation appeared under the sky, revealing the breath of flames.

There are no cliff peaks, and there are two sword formations of ice and fire, each occupying half of the void. The smell is completely different, revealing an extremely dangerous feeling.

Han Qingtian's brows furrowed, his left arm formed a fist, and he was suddenly a lot more vigilant.

"Go!"

Lin Huang's thin lips spat lightly, and he swept the two sword formations towards Han Qingtian, and the terrifying aura swept wildly, causing the air to burst. Half of it turned into ice, and half of it burned with fire.

Han Qingtian raised his arms and roared, turning into a streamer of light, and slashed towards the formation.

Rumble.

Under the sky, there was a loud bang.

The moment Han Qingtian's left arm fell, two sword formations with diametrically opposed breaths merged and exploded, causing the void to shake and stir up smoke and dust in the sky.

Everyone stared, not knowing what the result would be. But seeing Lin Huang suddenly let out a long roar, the embroidered divine knife in his left hand was unsheathed, and the demon suppression knife in his right hand roared, like two streamers killing into the smoke and dust.

The left hand slashes the god with a knife, and the right hand floats out of the snow. In the staggered room of the demon suppression and embroidery gods, it is the two major martial arts that have evolved into the cross Yama, reflecting the bright moon and disappearing into the smoke and dust.

Under the mountain peak, a young man in purple had a glint in his eyes and a cold smile.

Sonorous.

In the smoke and dust, the sound of gold and stone came out, and it was heard from the top and bottom of the mountain peak.

Tens of thousands of warriors frowned, not knowing how the battle was going in the smoke and dust. It's just vaguely that the two must be fighting together at this moment, constantly fighting.

Buzz.

In the void, a cloud of blood mist suddenly burst out, dispersing the smoke and dust that covered the sky, making everyone's eyes unhindered. And when everyone looked at the sky again, they were stunned and stunned.

I saw that above the sky, Lin Huang was dressed in blood, his body was shining with golden light, and his flesh was shining. A pair of iron fists sonorously sounded like an ancient bell, and landed on Han Qingtian's body with a domineering and powerful attitude.

In just a few breaths, Lin Huang slashed out hundreds of punches in a row. made Han Qingtian like a kite with a broken string, extremely embarrassed, covered in blood.

And his left arm had burst open long ago.

"This ......"

The scene in the sky shocked countless people.

The disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Sect were even more like clay sculptures and wood carvings, with a strong look of disappointment in their eyes, and they didn't understand why such a result had occurred.

That little thief in the forest wilderness, obviously not in the realm of Wuhou, how could he force Han Qingtian to this step.

Bai Xiaopang looked overjoyed, and his ass could be cocked to the sky.

Yan Nangui and the others also breathed a sigh of relief, only Jun Chengcheng's expression had not changed, and his starry eyes were still staring at the purple-clothed young man.

"Han Qingtian, do you still remember the Great Xia Dynasty at the beginning!"

"Do you remember the Blood Triangle!"

"Do you remember Tianlong Mountain!"

Under the bright moon in the sky, Lin Huang's fists were like spears, and they continued to fall on Han Qingtian's body like a storm, splitting the latter's flesh and blood, crushing the latter's muscles and bones, and breaking the latter's meridians.

At any time, Lin Huang could crush the latter's head with a single punch.

"Do you think that if you are high up and the head of a sect, you can manipulate the life and death of others at will?"

The forest is barren, his eyes are like electricity, and he is invincible.

"Do you really think that with a puppy that is not in the realm of Wuhou, you can kill me Han Qingtian?"

In the void, Han Qingtian vomited blood and laughed, his eyes full of madness and sarcasm.

Lin Huang's expression changed slightly, and a fierce punch landed on Han Qingtian's head.

Clang.

Where the eyes of thousands of people condensed, they saw Lin Huang's golden fist, smashing Han Qingtian's head to pieces, and the latter's body burst open, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

The people of the Heavenly Thunder Sect froze suddenly, looking at the scene that made them desperate in disbelief.

"Sect Master...... Defeated?"

A disciple said in a trembling voice, with a cry in his voice, he never imagined that a generation of martial arts marquis Han Qingtian was really defeated, defeated in the hands of a rising star.

"No...... It can't be!"

Some disciples shouted, unwilling to let the young man who was only the same age as himself and the others trample on the soles of their sect masters.

Under the cliffless peak, countless warriors looked at the scene in the sky stupidly, and their intuition was shocked, and it was difficult to express it for a while.

However, before everyone could react. In the void, Han Qingtian's bursting blood mist was abrupt, suspended in the void, exuding a demonic aura.

Lin Huang stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the suspended blood mist, feeling unprecedented danger. With just a wave of his hand, countless sword shadows appeared around Lin Huang, pointing directly at those blood mist in the void.

"It's ......"

Under the mountain peak, there was a martial artist who was shocked and uncertain, and deeply felt Han Qingtian's weirdness.

In just a few breaths, the blood mist suspended in the void moved violently, heading towards one place.

Lin Huang waved his arm, and the sword shadows around him came out together, slashing towards the blood mist everywhere in the void. But he suddenly found that the sword qi penetrated the blood mist, but it had no effect at all.

The blood mist is like water, and it reunites after dispersing.

Lin Huang frowned, and the hundred sword shadows on Zhou's body quickly merged into one, forming a giant sword.

Buzz.

In less than half an hour, the blood mist in all parts of the void was condensed, forming a huge blood mist. The blood mist surged, gradually manifesting into a human form with blood condensed.

"All swords are one!"

Lin Huang's thin lips spit lightly, and the giant sword was towards the figure, vowing to kill Han Qingtian before he gathered blood and returned.

With a bang, I saw that the ten thousand swords fell together, and the blood mist was directly shattered with countless blood......

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and stared, never relaxing in the slightest. I saw that the countless blood that had been chopped up gathered again in the blink of an eye, gradually revealing Han Qingtian's face:

"Thank you so much, I helped Ben Hou take the last step and made Ben Hou a monster completely!"

Han Qingtian was full of smiles, but his voice was full of perverted pleasure and extreme anger, like a person who had struggled between good and evil for many years, and finally cut off the last ray of light in his heart and turned into a demon king in the night!

(End of chapter)