In the courtyard where the warm sun was shining, a hint of cold air rose at some point.

Lin Huang held the bronze ancient order in his hand, and his five fingers were exposed. The massive amount of information in the token came, making the latter's face mild, covered with chill and sentimentality.

"My name is Xie Qinghou!"

"Lin Cangxue, when the Blood Spirit Hall abolished your martial soul, I knew it earlier, and I didn't remind you that Xie Qinghou killed the Blood Spirit Hall here to make amends!"

"Tell Lin Huang that it was me Xie Qinghou who won the battle in the Drifting Snow Palace. If he still remembers me Xie Qinghou, there should be a glass of wine sprinkled with loess during the Chongyang Festival!"

"Ten years after entering the Blood Spirit Palace, I have already become a monster. If I don't want to live, it's useless for you to save me. Today is the curtain call battle for my Xie Qinghou!"

"Everyone, the tenth to kill Xie Qinghou, retreat first!"

......

Since Lin Huang was in charge of the thirteenth kill token, the tenth kill has not said a word. And when the tenth kill was opened, Lin Huang fell into a deep sleep.

"Ten kills, Xie Qinghou!"

Lin Huang held the bronze ancient order in his hand, and his voice was full of sentimentality.

He didn't expect that after the battle of Fulongling, it would be the farewell of the two of them in this life.

Lin Huang still remembered that he was furious at the beginning, hating that he couldn't leave Xie Qinghou behind, and he couldn't cut off the head of this traitor from the Drifting Snow Palace.

But he never thought about it, but in just half a year, the latter died in the Qinglong Mountain Range, and with his blood, he ignited the last spirit and morality of the warrior.

In the Blood Spirit Palace, he tried his courage for ten years, turning himself into a demonic and cold-blooded appearance, and becoming an existence that is neither human nor ghost. What he pursues and believes in is to eradicate the shadows of the Blood Spirit Hall in the Eastern Spirit Realm, and to return the martial arts world to a bright blue sky.

In Lin Huang's mind, there was a face as gentle as jade, which made all the women in the world jealous.

I thought of the young man in Fulongling, dressed in a bloody robe and extremely demonic.

It seems that he also saw the latter crawling in the Blood Spirit Temple, dormant like a dog.

Seeing the Qinglong Mountain Range, the latter raised his head to the sky and roared, and the spirit of killing seven hundred black robes by one person was high-spirited.

"Tell Lin Huang that the battle of the Drifting Snow Palace is won by me Xie Qinghou!"

"If he still remembers me Xie Qinghou, there should be a glass of wine sprinkled with loess during the Chongyang Festival!"

"Today, it is my Xie Qinghou's curtain call!"

"Xie Qinghou is here to kill the Blood Spirit Palace's eighty black robes to make amends!"

"Ten kills Xie Qinghou, retreat first!"

In Lin Huang's mind, Xie Qinghou's last words kept echoing, as if he saw the restrained style of a martial artist, and saw a thin figure but extremely majestic.

Like a spear, fighting alone, standing alone between heaven and earth.

"In the Double Ninth Festival, when there is a glass of wine sprinkled with loess......"

Lin Huang muttered in a low voice, his eyes a little ruddy. There was a barrier in his heart, which made him breathless, and endless sourness came to his heart, making him look desolate.

In the courtyard, Lin Huang turned his hand and held the demon suppression knife, wiping the snowy blade with two fingers, and his voice was like cold ice:

"As you wish, I will wipe out all the ghosts in this Eastern Spirit Realm!"

Subsequently, Lin Huang carried the Demon Suppression Knife and left the Xuanyuan Mansion.

......

When Lin Huang left Xuanyuan Mansion, the outside world was already full of rumors, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

It seemed that overnight, the herringbone thirteen killings that had been dormant in the Eastern Spirit Realm for more than hundreds of years suddenly showed their fangs to the world and launched an extreme assassination.

The seventh day of June.

Han Yunxiao, the fourth elder of the Heavenly Thunder Sect, was killed and died at the hands of the seventh killer of the human character.

The head of the Beihou of the Northern Yan Dynasty was hung above the imperial city and died in the fifth killing of the herringbone.

The eighth day of June.

Xiao Daosheng, the right prime minister of the Shangguan Dynasty, was stabbed to death by the twelfth sword of the human character on the Jinluan Palace.

Su Changsong, the elder of the outer gate of Qianyin Valley, died at the hands of the ninth killer of the human character.

On June 12, the Eastern Imperial Emperor was assassinated.

On June 13, the head of the He family was chopped off his head.

......

Since Xie Qinghou's death, the thirteen killings of the Eastern Spirit Realm have been everywhere, and they are like messengers from the night, ruthlessly harvesting their lives.

One.

Two.

Ten.

Twenty.

Up to hundreds of ......

However, in just a few days, the killer dynasty in this dark night was the one who killed the people of the Eastern Spirit Realm, and hearing the name of the thirteen killings was like seeing the devil.

So far, based on the news from all sides, everyone is horrified to discover. Among the thirteen kills of herringbones, except for the first, second, tenth, and thirteenth kills, they have not yet appeared.

The rest is all over the place.

Blood.

Death.

Fear.

Whether it is the elders of the big forces, the leaders of the clans, or the generals who fight in the Quartet, the high Wen Cheng of the temple, no one has escaped the assassination of the thirteen killings of the herringbone.

No one is spared.

In the night, Lin Huang was dressed in black, wiped the blood on the blade with his sleeves, hung a human head on the city tower, and then turned around and disappeared into the night.

On that skull, the blood-drenched word 'ten' was engraved!

At dawn.

The Eastern Spirit Realm shook again, and in just one night, the news was flying all over the sky.

In the streets and alleys, restaurants and tea shops, there is amazing news. Just last night, the tenth killer of the herringbone made a move, and he traveled seven hundred miles in one night to kill the four great heavenly yuan.

The thirteenth kill of the herringbone made a move, crisscrossing the twelve cities from east to west, beheading the Shangguan Dynasty to reject the Nanhou, and killing the two elders of the Zhao family, one of the six great families.

Far away in the restaurant of the Oriental Dynasty, Lin Huang sat by the window in a green coat, sipping a slightly astringent old wine, and his expression was calm and could not see joy or sorrow.

In front of Lin Huang, there was a glass of wine, the wine was rippling, but no one could drink this wine.

Outside the window, there is an extremely spacious urban avenue.

At the end of the avenue, a royal feather forest army came solemnly, with swords, heavy iron armor, and great momentum, which made everyone look sideways.

And in the center of the 300 Yulin Army, around an incomparably luxurious dragon bowl, carved dragons and phoenixes, pearl inlays, full of royal inspection of the world's majesty.

The Son of Heaven is on patrol!

In the restaurant, Lin Huang calmly looked at the extravagant dragon, and a sip of old wine slowly entered his throat.

Knock knock knock......

In the restaurant where Lin Huang was located, the rumbling sound of Yulin Jun wearing iron armor and holding a spear suddenly sounded, and the sound of reprimand sounded from the building, "The Son of Heaven is out on patrol and comes down to this building." Idle people and others retreat, if there is no disobedience, there will be no mercy!"

Lin Huang flicked his sleeves and spilled the glass of wine in front of him that no one could drink on the ground, and muttered, "Kill a person, toast you with a glass of wine." With the amount of alcohol you drink, I'm afraid you can sleep for seven days and seven nights!"

As he spoke, Lin Huang glanced at the No. 1 room of Tianzi, and his figure quietly disappeared.

Night is falling.

The night is like thick ink, which seems to have infinite charm, so that countless people want to merge with it and become the messenger of the night to maintain the morality of the world.

The ten great dynasties are powerful in the world, and they can be said to be in charge of a mountain and river, which is enough to inspect the world.

Such a human master, if he is in the Blood Spirit Palace, must also have a good status.

Knock knock.

At the end of the night, the door of the No. 1 room in the restaurant was suddenly knocked, making a crisp sound of knocking, making the eyes of the Son of Heaven in the room shine......

(End of chapter)