Valkyrie

Chapter 429 Sacrifice
"The fifth character kills Ye Hongxiu, vows to kill the evil king!"

"Fourth kill Jiang Yunliu, vow to kill the evil king!"

"The seventh kill of the character..."

"Ninth kill of the word..."

On the mighty battlefield, one voice after another resounded through the heavens and the earth, causing tens of thousands of warriors to look shocked, and their hearts were both excited and shocked, which was extremely complicated.

The character Thirteen Kills has controlled the night of the East Spirit Realm for hundreds of years.

No matter who it is, everyone under the Marquis Wu's realm will turn pale, they are like poisonous snakes hiding in the shadows, making it impossible to guard against.

But I never thought that today's identity reveal would be so unbelievable.

"Feng Wanli turned out to be the Eleven Killer of Renzi, he is the leader of the Huangzi Camp in Xuanyuan Mansion!"

"And that Ye Hongxiu, the top auctioneer in Scarlet Auction, who looks so weak, is actually the legendary fifth killer!"

"Jiang Yunliu... didn't he die 20 years ago?"

……

Looking at the identities revealed one after another in the void, the mood of tens of thousands of warriors could not be calm for a long time.

"Herringbone Triple Kill Sword Wuming, vow to kill the evil king!"

Beside Lin Huang, the third killer wearing a ghost mask suddenly shouted loudly, shaking the surroundings.Afterwards, the figure of the third killer turned into a thunderbolt, slashing towards the pitch-black crow in front of him, his aura was extremely powerful, comparable to the peak of Marquis Wu.

"The sword is nameless?!"

Hearing this strange name, countless warriors showed doubts, but many people showed shock, "40 years ago, that unknown person in the legend? Because he was unknown, he was unknown... I didn't expect it to be a human character." Third kill!"

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help being shocked.

The character Thirteen Kills can be called a person who has been famous for decades.Everyone is like a shooting star passing through the sky above the East Spirit Realm. When they disappeared, countless warriors regretted it, but they didn't expect that all these people would become one of the thirteen kills. It's unbelievable.

While everyone was still in a daze, the thirteen kills on the battlefield had already turned into silent long winds, killing towards the three thousand black robes in the Blood Spirit Hall.

As the breeze blew, one black-robed man after another fell silently.

The death is inexplicable.

Also died quietly.

But above the sky, the cries of "thirteen kills" were still incessant, attracting everyone's attention. Lin Cangxue, who was on fire all over her body, suddenly drew her sword out of its sheath, like a thunder swimming in the world, aiming at the three thousand blacks. The robe beheaded and went away.Only when the long sword took the head, the voice of scolding spread all over the field:

"Number 12 kills, Lin Cangxue in Piaoxue Palace, vows to kill the evil king!"

The clear and beautiful voice resounded across the battlefield, shocking the hearts of countless people, full of astonishment.Turning his head to look at the stunning woman in the battlefield, his heart was full of waves.This woman who has risen for less than five or six years, although she is a legend of the Eastern Spirit, has not yet entered the ranks of the strong in the Eastern Spirit Realm, and she is also a person who has been killed by the word thirteen?

Then, another voice sounded in the void, and Zhongzheng was calm and revealing a trace of sadness and arrogance:

"Herringbone's tenth kill, Piaoxue Palace Xie Qinghou, battle of Qinglong Mountains curtain call, kill [-] black robes!"

Tens of thousands of people in the battlefield raised their heads, and saw Lin Huang manipulating the formation with one hand, while waving the other, a phantom of a young man appeared in the void.That young man was born extremely handsome, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he can overwhelm the country and the city, and he can shame how many women in the world.

The young man has a pair of pitch-black eyes, as clear as a starry sky.

In the sky, Lin Huang looked at Xie Qinghou whom he had sketched with his own hands, and couldn't help but feel sour.If today's renzi thirteen kills hadn't really appeared in front of the world, when would this young man who had suffered so much after hiding in the Blood Spirit Hall for ten years be able to walk under the sun with integrity?
Afterwards, Lin Huang let out another long cry, with a tinge of majesty in his fierce expression, "Herringbone No. 13 kills, Piaoxue Palace Lin Huang, swears to kill the evil king!"

As soon as it fell, tens of thousands of warriors suddenly widened their eyes, looking at the young man in the sky, full of disbelief.

"Piaoxue Palace again?!"

"How could Lin Huang be the number 13 killer?"

"He has only practiced for less than three years..."

……

At this moment, most of the character thirteen kills have been exposed, and the battle in the sky has turned into a mess.

On the battlefield, the thirteen kills of the character are like a long wind and clouds. You can't see the person, but you can see the silent and invisible murderous aura raging, like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, harvesting the heads of the black robes of the Blood Spirit Hall one after another.

The bloody formation that permeated the battlefield then quietly broke apart.

Tens of thousands of warriors rose up, like ten thousand beasts, beheading the three thousand black robes.

In the sky, Yan Zangfeng fought the black crow with one arm.

Herringbone's third killing sword came out like a dragon, like lightning, like a breeze, like rain and fog, and went towards the crow in front of him one sword at a time.

The oven in front of Murong Fen was humming, and there was an extremely terrifying aura coming from it, which made Lin Huang feel utterly terrified.

And around Lin Huang, heavy snow was flying, constantly suppressing and killing the blood crows rushing towards the oven.

A big battle seems to be reversed again at this moment, reaching an imperceptible balance.

But Lin Huang believed that as long as half a quarter of an hour, the oven in Murong Fen's hands would turn on, and this fight that spanned hundreds of miles would inevitably turn around.

"puff……"

However, at this moment, Murong Fen suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, causing Lin Huang's expression to change.

Murong Fen's face was pale and distorted, the veins in his fingers were exposed, and his bloodshot eyes were staring at the oven in front of him, as if he was doing something extremely shocking.

Lin Huang turned his head to look at the oven, his eyelids twitched violently, and said:

"This... is this a sixth-level formation?!"

Afterwards, Lin Huang's heart trembled violently, as if he had been severely hammered a few times, and he stared at Murong Fen with ruddy eyes, "burning the soul, breaking through the limit, and forcibly condensing the sixth-level formation, this is a sacrifice." technique!"

Lin Huang immediately flew towards Murong Fen, trying to stop the latter.Before he could move away, he saw Murong Fen turning his head abruptly, with a smile on his face.

With a buzzing sound, there was a huge sound in the oven, like a final conclusion, hitting Lin Huang's heart.

The Flame of Pseudo-Nirvana is done!

Lin Huang looked at Murong Fen, who was holding the oven in his hand, vomiting blood from the corner of his mouth, and felt a twinge of pain in his heart, and it was hard to vent if there was a block.

The flame of Nirvana is complete.

It also shows that the burning state of Murong Fen's soul is irreversible, unless there is such a powerful existence as Xiao Yishan.

"give it to you!"

Murong Fen held the oven in his hand, and looked at Lin Huang with a smile on his face, "Teacher can become a fifth-level formation master in this life, and even installed a sixth-level oven before he died. I have no regrets. The flame of false Nirvana is gone." It's done, but if you want to live in this world, you're still a little bit angry!"

"So, for the next thing, only you can help the teacher go on!"

Murong Fen looked at half of his nominal disciples, with a bloody smile on his face, without a trace of sadness, only the determination to calmly die.

Afterwards, Murong Fen suddenly raised his head to the sky and screamed loudly, his red robe was like a burning fire, wrapped around the latter's tired body, and rushed into the oven...

(End of this chapter)