Nezha has been defeated and is trying hard to survive...

The blood energy behind him was like smoke, and the air waves surged over like a frenzied tide. Clouds of smoke formed under the rider's feet, five lights flashed, and golden spears pierced the sky like golden rain, blocking the three feet in front of Nezha and blocking Yang Lin's attack route.

An indescribable sigh sounded.

"Hao'er, how come you are here? You actually went into battle to serve that faint king? By the way, where are your two uncles?"

Here comes Huang Feihu, riding a five-color sacred bull. His eyes are complex, including anger, discomfort, indifference, and of course, the "concern" that hates iron for being unable to turn into steel.

"It turns out it's my father. When you responded to the song that day, you didn't tell me. Haven't we always been ministers of Dashang? I was made a general at the beginning. When I attacked Dongyi, I established some Thanks to my hard work, I was promoted to an official. Seeing that I was very powerful, the Grand Master transferred me to conquer Xiqi."

Yang Lin explained the reason for coming here, and then said with a smile: "As for the two uncles Huang Ming and Zhou Ji, I don't know who ordered them, and they want to kill me. How can I not tolerate this?

After the truce between Dongyi and Dongyi, they naturally gave these two to the Great Shang court. I heard that it was a pity that the fatuous king vented his anger and killed them on the spot in front of the public. I wonder if Prime Minister Jiang has now made a list of gods. Wen, will they be on the list?"

"You, you, you evildoer..."

Huang Feihu could no longer maintain his fatherly and filial face, and almost lost his breath.

What is this nonsense?

The two righteous uncles were captured and sent to be executed by their enemies. They did not feel ashamed, but felt proud of them. Whose side did these treacherous sons stand on?

"Do you still think of me as your father? How did the Huang family give birth to a scum like you?"

Huang Feihu had reason to be angry. His wife and sister were forced to death by the King of Shang. The Huang family and Di Xin had an sworn hatred. However, his son was actually working for the King of Shang and serving in the battle.

The most outrageous thing is that this third son, who he didn't pay much attention to on weekdays, has now become a huge obstacle in Xiqi's march. Even his own general Nezha was beaten miserably.

It doesn't matter whether you are strong or not.

The important thing is that he is really rebellious.

"If I had known today, why did I do it in the first place?"

Yang Lin shook his head and his smile gradually faded a bit.

"Father, have you never reflected on how you treated me in the house? Are you really unaware of all the things your mother and eldest brother have done?"

Feeling this body, the remaining resentment, and a sense of joy and helplessness, Yang Lin was speechless.

To inherit an identity and seamlessly infiltrate into one's own world, one must naturally inherit cause and effect and accept obsessions.

Naturally, he could forcefully ignore these obsessions, go his own way, and put aside the relationship with the original Huang Tianhao.

However, in this way, both cultivation and practice will be affected.

In severe cases, you may even be suppressed by this world.

Why bother?

It is better to follow the will of nature and accept others, survive with the original identity, original emotions, and original cause and effect, repay injustice with injustice, take revenge with hatred, and properly inherit and absorb everything from the original person.

From now on, he is Huang Tianhao, and there will be no more Huang Tianhao in the world.

Obsession is eliminated, cause and effect are cut off, and you are reborn.

"No matter how good your father is, he has raised you for seventeen years and made you have enough food and clothing, just like a prince, but he has never shown any mercy to you. This is the reason for your disobedience like a beast."

A general standing next to him was riding very fast, charging at an angle, his spear flashing with cold light, like a dragon stabbing him.

The marksmanship is extremely mysterious and the power is powerful.

Yang Lin raised his eyes and saw that this man had no hair on his head, a strong body, and fierce eyebrows, but his face was still a little childish, and he looked young.

But it was Huang Tianxiang who was beaten by him in the house.

That is his fifth brother.

At this time, Huang Tianxiang didn't know what kind of fate he had encountered. His martial arts skills were completely different from those when he bullied the little fox Cai'er. Based on his martial arts skills and strength alone, he was even stronger than Zhang Guifang, the leader of the Shang army.

In just a short period of time, his combat power has increased to a large level.

"So it's the fifth brother? Why don't you have a long memory?"

Yang Lin watched coldly as the spear pierced his heart, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and the spear in his hand suddenly burst into five-colored light, exploding like fireworks.

A ray of cold light flashed through.

He shot later but arrived first, and one shot pierced the right arm of Huang Tianxiang who was rushing forward with the gun.

The tip of the spear rotated, slashed diagonally and struck horizontally. The side of the blade struck Huang Tianxiang hard on the cheek, sending him flying dozens of feet. Blood and water splashed, and the crystal white teeth scattered on the ground like pearls.

Well, not only did half of Huang Tianxiang's face get beaten to a pulp, but all of his teeth were knocked out.

Huang Tianxiang was flying in mid-air, his eyes were already dull, and he fell like a rag bag on the muddy grass. He fell to the ground motionless, half of his life was already gone.

"you dare?"

Huang Feihu's eyes turned red as soon as he saw it. He couldn't care too much anymore. He exerted force on his crotch, and the five-colored sacred cow gave a wild moo, swung his gun, and attacked.

This time, his beloved youngest son was beaten to the point where he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. His defenses were immediately broken. He was so close and distanced that he would not show any mercy when he fired a gun.

Unfortunately, it's of no use.

Yang Lin chuckled and said: "It should have been like this a long time ago. I don't have any feelings in the first place. I watched helplessly as the house was trying to harm me, but I still pretended to be fake. It's very tiring, you know? It's better to do it directly. I

Don’t worry too much.”

Huang Feihu's marksmanship is indeed very good, and the five-color sacred bull is also extremely fast.

He is indeed a famous general who can accumulate merit and be promoted to the title of King Wucheng.

The fight is quite methodical.

However, with Yang Lin's current strength and Jinxian's late stage strength, he can handle it as long as he doesn't use magic weapons.

With Huang Feihu Jinxian's early Qi, blood, martial arts, strength, speed, and reaction, he was at a disadvantage. In terms of martial arts, he was also lagging behind some realms of fire lords. Facing Yang Lin, who showed off his spear and martial arts skills to his fullest, his spear was simply slow and weak.

.

All I could see was a dazzling red light.

The fire dragon spear drew shadows that contained the wonderful trajectories of heaven and earth. The two sides only exchanged a few shots, but Huang Feihu felt that his limbs were weak and his mind was exhausted.

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After the spear in his hand collided several times, he already felt his body numb, and the force backfired directly to attack his internal organs, and his energy and blood were almost dispersed.

The five-color sacred cow not only did not move forward, but instead retreated step by step, letting out a mournful cry. However, it was poked twice by Yang Lin with the barrel of a gun and almost fell down on the spot.

"No, I can't beat him."

Huang Feihu was really riding a tiger and couldn't get off. He couldn't retreat and attack, he was like a mosquito caught in a spider's web. His body was weak, and a cold light always surrounded the vital parts of his neck and chest. He couldn't avoid it no matter what.

Can't live.

He even felt that if the third son hadn't had any murderous intentions, he would have been stabbed with several transparent holes.

However, he was not grateful for the other party's kindness in not killing him, and instead became even more angry.

Such ability, such majesty.

He is obviously the pillar of the Huang family, but he helped his enemy and beat me as his son, which is so embarrassing.

"Brother, retreat quickly."

It wasn’t anyone who saw Huang Feihu’s embarrassing and dangerous situation.

Especially Huang Jiajun.

Huang Feibao, Huang Feibiao and others, as well as Long Huan, Wu Qian and other generals, all rushed out. While rescuing Huang Tianxiang, they also attacked Yang Lin and rescued Huang Feihu.

At this time, no one in the Huang family dared to accuse Yang Lin from the highest moral point.

Everyone has already lost their skin. No matter how much nonsense they say, it will have no effect except irritating their opponents.

Of course, the biggest reason was that Yang Lin's spear technique was unfolding, and the five lights rotated, like a storm and sea rain, and Huang Feihu and the other five people were trapped in it.

The power of riding ten thousand horses comes.

Although the five of them joined forces and were all highly skilled in martial arts, they did not feel safe at all.

It was as if they were plunged into the vast ocean.

Everyone is facing Yang Lin's ferocious, wild, and mysterious shooting skills alone.

He could die on the spot at any time.

"Leave quickly, don't be obsessed with fighting."

Huang Feihu suddenly woke up.

The crazy dance of the gun protected everyone and they retreated quickly. They had already received two severe blows on their bodies, and were hit by the gun rod until they vomited blood.

When the storm subsided, several people withdrew from the battle circle and returned to the Xiqi army formation. They were swarmed up to protect them. Huang Feihu was surprised to find that Huang Feibao, Huang Feibiao, Long Huan, and Wu Qian had already had their armor broken and their fronts red.

All of them were injured and in great embarrassment.

Behind him, Jiang Ziya held an apricot-yellow flag on his head and protected his body with yellow light. He led the troops on horseback to protect him. He stared at Yang Lin very cautiously and said in a loud voice: "That's it, withdraw the troops and return to the camp. That's the end of the day."

Yang Lin laughed, held his hand in hand, and refused to pursue. He ordered the 20,000 archers to turn around and go back to the rear camp to protect the food supply, but did not pursue.

This time, in addition to defeating Nezha and gaining 20 million martial arts points, defeating Huang Feihu and the generals of the Huang family also gained more than 30 million martial arts points, for a total of more than 50 million martial arts points, leaving the fourth level of Xin Li.
To be continued...