The three of them went down the mountain, led by Yan Zangfeng, followed by Lin Huang and Jun Chengcheng. Everywhere his figure went, no one dared to speak, silently giving way to a passage.

Tens of thousands of warriors, looking at the three people who were walking slowly, the shocked mood in their hearts could not be calmed for a long time.

The person at the front is Yan Zangfeng.

The myth of martial arts more than 70 years ago has not really been shot for many years. And this time, everyone finally saw and understood the meaning of the words 'martial arts myth'.

One arm.

Alone.

In half an hour, he killed dozens of Wuhou powerhouses of the major forces, and his body was not stained with blood, how powerful it should be to be so easy to be freehand.

More than 70 years have passed, and the so-called heroic twilight seems to have never appeared in Yan Zangfeng's body.

With him here, he can hold up the entire sky of the Drifting Snow Palace.

Looking at the blue-clothed one-armed middle-aged man, everyone couldn't help but sigh and guess, I don't know which one is stronger or weaker than today's Xuanyuan soldiers?

And behind Yan Zangfeng, the blood-stained figure in white made everyone unable to ignore it.

A few days ago, when a piece of war book shocked Dong Ling, everyone broke their heads and thought of only one result, that is, Lin Huang was killed by Han Qingtian.

After all, he is a calf who has just entered the rivers and lakes, how can he be compared with the master of a sect.

The so-called war book was originally just a joke.

They came here to watch the battle, more of a curiosity, to see how arrogant and arrogant the guy who slaughtered the Quartet in the Great War of the Four Sects and Ten Dynasties, fled for his life and death in the Qinglong Mountain Range, and became a demon in the Land of Locked Dragons.

And how it should fall, the name of the legend is not there.

But they never thought that the battle at the top of the cliffless peak was far beyond their expectations, and it could even be said that they were shocked.

The chief disciple of the Drifting Snow Palace, he killed Han Qingtian with one force.

Tian Yuan kills Wuhou!

At this moment, everyone looked at the white bone corpse that knelt down to worship the cliffless peak not far away, and they still couldn't believe it. The newborn calf in their eyes slashed the strong dragon of the Heavenly Thunder Sect strongly.

In the name of a new generation of legends, you can fight the Marquis of Wu, and you can also kill it!

The disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Sect were not far away, looking at Lin Huang's figure, his eyes were full of resentment, and he couldn't wait to cut Lin Huang with a thousand knives and eat his flesh raw.

They felt the gazes of countless warriors, and they only felt that their faces were hot and they were humiliated to the extreme.

The sect master of the dignified Heavenly Thunder Sect was actually defeated in the hands of the disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace.

It's a shame!

Lin Huang's expression was calm, and Han Qingtian was destined to only be his stepping stone. Looking at the Firmament Continent, the Eastern Spirit Realm is just a poor and remote place, if even Han Qingtian can't be killed, how can he compete with the people of the Great Domain?

His martial arts path will be sung forward because of Jun Allure and Lin Cangxue.

But it doesn't stop because of anyone!

In the crowd, Lin Huang pinched Jun Chengcheng's little hand, and when he looked at Lin Cangxue not far ahead, he couldn't help but smile on his face. Han Qingtian is dead, and the block in the latter's heart has also disappeared.

Lin Cangxue was dressed in white, looking at the oncoming forest wilderness, without the previous worries, nor did she hear the anger of the battle of Wuya Peak, her snow-white face was full of bright smiles, like the first snow, turning into a beautiful scenery.

In the past, the young man who was still a little young when he first went to the Drifting Snow Palace was now able to kill the strong Wuhou now!

In the direction of the Drifting Snow Palace, Yan Nangui walked out and saluted Yan Zangfeng, "I've seen the ancestors!"

Yan Zangfeng nodded, and ordered: "After going back, recall all the disciples of the Drifting Snow Palace, stop everything, and order all the Supreme Elders to go out of the customs and prepare for the battle in the Yin Yang Valley!"

Yan Nangui's expression froze, revealing a look of shock, and then nodded solemnly.

Then, Yan Zangfeng led everyone to leave Wuya Peak and head towards Xuanyuan City......

A battle without cliff peaks shocked the Eastern Spirit Realm.

Only on the night of the end of the war, the news spread all over the sky, shocking countless people in the East Spirit Realm.

The name of Lin Huang gradually has the trend of Xuanyuan raising troops back then.

And Yan Zangfeng's complete comeback undoubtedly gave everyone a head-on blow, single-handedly killing dozens of martial artists, which is still the martial arts myth of the year.

Three days later.

On a green hill outside Xuanyuan City, Lin Huang and Yan Zangfeng stood side by side, looking at the two tombs in front of them, with a depressed expression.

"On this mountain, there was originally a dilapidated small temple, but after many years, the small temple is gone!"

Yan Zangfeng suddenly spoke, his calm face couldn't keep calm, and his expression seemed to be a little desolate.

"More than 70 years ago, I eloped with Nuan'er and fled to this small temple!"

"It was raining heavily that day, and Nuan'er was also facing production. Even though we knew that there were people from the Valley of Thousand Sounds behind us, we really couldn't go any further!"

Yan Zangfeng calmly told the past, but his expression was very sad, and he reached out and touched the inscription on the tomb in front of him, which was quite sad.

"It was here that my son was born, but Nuan'er was gone. You can't imagine that a weak woman, after giving birth to Lin'er, climbed out of bed with all her strength and blocked a knife for me!"

Yan Zangfeng's eyes were ruddy, and his rough big hands caressed the cold inscription, and his burly body was actually a little trembling.

"In the afternoon of the same day, our son also died!"

Yan Zangfeng said suddenly.

Lin Huang's expression was shocked, and his face showed an incredible look. When I looked at the inscription again, I found that there were three words on it, which was very tender but very warm.

Looking at Yan Zangfeng, who was sitting in front of the tomb and burying his head in the ground, Lin Huang couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.

It turned out that Su Nuan'er was not the only one who died, but also the sons of the two died young. Thinking about it, the child that Yan Zangfeng walked into Qianyin Valley and led was just his adopted son.

"Actually......"

Yan Zangfeng suddenly raised his head, there were tears on his calm face, he touched his empty sleeves, and said with a smile: "This arm of mine was cut off by myself!"

Lin Huang's eyes froze, and he stared at Yan Zangfeng with some shock, but saw that the latter had a warm smile on his face:

"At that time, my heart was filled with sadness and hatred. I don't want their mother and son to sleep in the cold loess, but there is no one to protect them. So I cut off my arm, hoping to hold Nuan'er and Xiao Nuan forever!"

Lin Huang squatted down, patted Yan Zangfeng's shoulder, and did not speak.

Yan Zangfeng suddenly raised his head, stared at Lin Huang solemnly, and said with a calm smile: "If one day, I, Yan Zangfeng, dies in battle, I hope you can bury me with Nuan'er!"

Lin Huang nodded without the slightest hesitation.

Yan Zangfeng smiled hoarsely, pointed to a tomb next to him, and grinned and recalled: "Later, every year, I would stay alone in this small temple for three days, until that day more than ten years ago, I met Qinghou!"

"At that time, he was a little beggar, with a blue nose and swollen face covered in scars. A man sneaked into the small temple and tried to steal my food!"

The smile on Yan Zangfeng's face became brighter and brighter, but it was even more poignant, "But he looks extremely delicate, like a little girl, but there is light in his eyes, like starlight in the night, pure and clear without a trace of impurities!"

"Later, not long after he apprenticed, he went to the Blood Spirit Palace!"

On the green mountain, Lin Huang looked at the tombstone in front of him, his fingers trembled, stroking the cold inscription, his heart was lost, and he only felt that he had lost an extremely valuable thing in his life.

The tomb of Marquis Xie Qing!

The five cold big characters scribbled the life of Xie Qinghou.

Lin Huang still remembers that when he first saw Xie Qinghou, he was shocked by his appearance. still remembers his anger in Fulongling, and his murderous intentions against Xie Qinghou.

At this time, looking at the new grave in front of him, his heart was full of regret.

"He had been in the Blood Spirit Temple for ten years, and he was like a rat hiding in the shadows, afraid to walk in the sun. He kills people like hemp, he has committed a lot of crimes, and finally not long ago, he became a blood son, entered the core of the Blood Spirit Temple, and got that list!"

Lin Huang's arm was stunned, even though he had already understood it in his heart, but when he said it from Yan Zangfeng's mouth at this moment, it was a different kind of heartache and awe.

Since the beginning of their acquaintance, Xie Qinghou has given him a breezy feeling, and it seems that few things can make him feel bored and painful. It was only at this moment that Lin Huangfang understood that the latter did not know what kind of fear and loneliness was hidden in his heart.

Before Xie Qinghou's grave, Yan Zangfeng wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, with a stiff smile on his face, and muttered:

"The last time I saw Qinghou, he cried and told me that he had eaten human flesh, swallowed blood, and turned into a monster, and in those dark and bright eyes, there was no longer the clarity and purity of ten years ago, but full of loneliness and panic, he was like an orphan abandoned by the world, helpless!"

"It wasn't until he was dying that he told me that he still owed a woman money for three bowls of white porridge!"

Yan Zangfeng lowered his head and lowered his voice, "I have seen that woman, she is extremely delicate and quiet. I think Qinghou must like her very much, so he will rely on his face and not pay!"

Lin Huang smiled bitterly and handed Yan Zangfeng a pot of wine, another pot was sprinkled in front of Xie Qinghou's grave, and another pot was poured down by Lin Huang with his head up.

The liquor was like a knife, stabbing Lin Huang's throat, but it made his heart feel better.

"I owe him an apology!"

Lin Huang smiled hoarsely and touched Xie Qinghou's wine jug.

"He won't care!"

Yan Zangfeng smiled and said: "The deceased is gone, whether it is the love, family affection, or friendship of the past, it should be engraved in the heart, the so-called kindness is repaid, and there is revenge, we who survive, we should inherit their will and hope, and forge ahead!"

Lin Huang nodded silently, and another pot of wine was spilled in front of Xie Qinghou's grave.

"Let's go down the mountain!"

After Yan Zangfeng glanced at the old and new tombs nostalgically, he stood up calmly, and then went down the mountain without looking back, but the burly one-armed figure was a little sluggish after all.

Until the two of them walked down the green mountain, Yan Zangfeng's eyes narrowed, looking into the distance, and in his calm voice, there was a chilling killing intent, "Yin Yang Valley, it's going to appear again!"

(End of chapter)