Valkyrie

Chapter 596 Luo Qingjue

In the dark underground palace, looking at Lin Huang who suddenly got up from the ground in the killing arena, everyone clenched their fists and cheered.

They held back the anger in their hearts and fixed their eyes on the young man who had already become a blood man.

Seventy wins in a row.

This is already an unprecedented feat in the fighting arena.

But they still want to see more, to see Lin Huang, who is already in a mess, step by step, step by step, set foot on the final throne, and become an existence that cannot be surpassed.

In the fighting arena, looking at Lin Huang who suddenly stood up, the warriors in the Sword Qi Building were taken aback for a moment, and then hissed and sneered twice. The movement of the sword in his hand was not slow at all, like a fierce tiger, without hesitation towards Lin Huang went to kill.

"I am undefeated!"

The staggering Lin Huang clenched his fists and murmured in a low voice, his sharp eyes were like a tiger's.

Looking at the long sword that was gradually enlarged in front of him, Lin Huang took a deep breath, and his body moved suddenly...

Turned into an afterimage...

Arms like knives...

Keng!
In the fighting arena, the sound of the collision of gold and daggers resounded suddenly.

In the killing field soaked in blood and covered with corpses, Lin Huang turned his back to the warriors in the Sword Qi Tower, knelt on one knee, bent over and lowered his head, with his straight arms like knives stretched out, protecting his whole body like wings.

The blood from Lin Huang's mouth dripped down, forming a line of blood and falling to the ground.

The breath was messy and accompanied by a violent coughing sound.

This move seemed to exhaust all the strength he had just accumulated.

And behind Lin Huang, the martial artist of the Sword Qi Tower also remained motionless, standing in place with clay sculptures and wood carvings.

Then there was a bang.

The warriors in the Sword Qi Tower fell to the ground.

The body was directly cut in half...

Looking at the scene below, the spectators around the underground palace stared wide-eyed and gasped.The blood-clothed youth in the arena was shocked.

It is clearly the end of the battle, and he may fall to the ground anytime and anywhere.

He was actually able to unleash such a fierce killing move during a battle in No. 70, instantly killing the ninth-level sky warrior sent by the Sword Qi Tower.

Could it be that the sick tiger is still alive and can still stand up and kill?
At the back of the underground palace, the owner of the Sword Qi Building had gloomy eyes, and the sneer on his face that was sure to win was also froze.He looked at the bloody young man who leaned on his knees and staggered up in the arena, and his heart grew colder.With a little force from five fingers, the teacup in his hand instantly turned into powder.

In the fighting arena, Lin Huang's face was already covered in blood.

But there was a smile on his face.

ruthless.

unruly.

The bloody hand wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, which made the blood on Lin Huang's face more intense, and made the bloody smile even more frightening.As if Shura Luxiao from hell, brilliant but full of biting murderous intent...

Lin Huang took a long breath, staring at the bronze door of the arena with burning eyes, waiting for the next challenger.

……

In the blood-soaked arena, the battle continued.

He won't stop for any reason.

Unless Lin Huang could no longer stand up and died in the killing field.

Otherwise, even if the blood-clothed youth stood up again and again, he would still be beaten down again and again after all.

In the underground palace, there were naturally people who expected Lin Huang to continue fighting.

Because of interests.

Also because of creating and witnessing a legend.

But there were also people who hoped that the young man who had broken one leg and one arm in the battlefield would never be able to stand up again.

Also because of interests.

Also for the fall of a legend.

In the fighting arena.

Fighting is the same as before.

Lin Huang fell down again and again, and stood up again and again...

No.70 World War II.

73 battles.

74 battles.

……

In the underground palace, no one cheered, encouraged, or cursed anymore, but was silent.Looking at the blood-clothed youth in the arena, they were all shocked.

In this world...how could there be someone with such a strong willpower.

Broken foot.

The hand is broken.

There were more than 30 wounds on his body.

But he can stand up again and again.

Finally, an hour later, when Lin Huang killed the nine No.70 people, he fell down.

It took half a stick of incense to get up.

The spectators in the underground palace shouted again and clenched their fists, hoping that the fallen young man could stand up stubbornly and tenaciously again.

Song Changling tightly held the guardrail of the killing arena, his eyes were full of anger, looking at the young man who could no longer get up, there was a block in his heart, it seemed that he wanted to tear the guardrail to vent it.

Afterwards, Song Changling squeezed towards the killing field...

Ding!
Before Song Changling took three steps, a long piano sound suddenly sounded in the fighting arena.It is as crisp as wind chimes in the empty valley, and it is extraordinarily pleasant, like the chirping of orioles in spring.

With the sound of the piano, the surrounding voices also subsided, and everyone stared at the figure that suddenly appeared in the killing arena.

In the fighting arena.

At this moment, there is a handsome young man with green pine standing quietly, wearing a black pleated martial arts suit in green clothes and a blue cloak with a mink collar, holding a seven-stringed sycamore guqin in his arms, on which are dotted eight mysterious monsters Graphics are vivid.

Looking at the challenger who suddenly appeared, everyone frowned slightly.

Along with the pavilion master of Longyuan Pavilion, they touched their chins in doubt.

He had never seen this person in Baizhan City.

But he could feel that the person who was standing quietly in front of Lin Changsheng at this moment had an extraordinary Guqin in his hand.

In the fighting arena, when the sound of the piano sounded, Lin Huang, who had almost passed out, suddenly opened his eyes, and looked sharply at the young man who was looking down at him with a faint smile on his face.

Lin Huang's heartstrings tensed suddenly, and the hairs all over his body suddenly rose.

I saw a gentle smile on the young man's face, "My name is Luo Qingjue, from Taiyi Martial House!"

The young man who suddenly appeared was Senior Brother Luo who was the leader among the few people from the Taiyi Martial House outside the fighting arena.

Lin Huang looked at the young man's smile like a spring breeze, his Adam's apple moved slightly, but a mouthful of blood spewed out.

"I came to Baizhan City to compete with Wang Xiao from Qingtian Martial House. I didn't expect to meet you here. I, Luo Qingjue, have been lucky in my life. I have won 79 games in a row, and now I appear to bully you a bit. But I will be returning to Qingtian Martial Mansion soon, I can't wait!"

"If possible, let's fight with our souls!"

Luo Qingjue looked gentle, but at the end he rolled up his sleeves and saluted Lin Huang slightly, "Taiyi Martial House Luo Qingjue invites you to fight, and I hope to enlighten you!"

cough cough...

On the pile of corpses in the killing arena, Lin Huang coughed violently, but leaned on the leg bones of the corpses around him, and stood up bit by bit.Staggering in stature, Lin Huang held on to his irresistible fatigue and straightened out his messy robes, like ancient warriors exchanging lessons, with a serious expression:

"Lin Changsheng accepts the battle!"

(End of this chapter)