Ling Xiao sneered, and clones kept stepping out of the void, surrounding the youth. The clones looked cold and had no emotion, and the long sword in their hands flashed with bloodthirsty light.

"Save, you guys, I want to see how many clones you can block. I have at least five hundred clones like this."

Ling Xiao had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, his voice full of mockery and jokes. His eyes swept across the feather tribe, as if he was enjoying a funny farce. At this time, the atmosphere in the dense forest became more and more tense, and the shadow of death enveloped everyone like a dark cloud.

The next moment, the young man was attacked by more than a dozen clones at the same time. The long swords in the clones' hands stabbed out like lightning, and the cold light flashed.

The young man widened his eyes in horror, trying to hide, but found that he had nowhere to escape. He waved his arms desperately and tried to resist, but everything was in vain. In a blink of an eye, his body was pierced by a long knife, and blood gushed out like a pillar, dyeing the surrounding land red.

Seeing this scene, all the feather tribes were stunned. They stood there in a daze, their eyes full of fear and disbelief.

For a moment, the entire dense forest was silent, with only the sound of the young man's body falling down slowly and the ticking sound of blood dripping on the ground.

Of course, in this shock, there were more deep palpitations. They never thought that Ling Xiao had such a terrifying means to summon so many clones in an instant and easily take human life.

The young man, his eyes wide open, full of unwillingness and disbelief. He never expected that he would die easily. His body slowly fell down, splashing a piece of dust, as if telling the impermanence and fragility of life.

Ling Xiao sneered, "I'm asking you to get out of here, I dare to talk back because of your kindness?" His voice echoed in this dead dense forest, like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of every feather tribe.

After saying that, he slowly turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man not far away. At this time, the middle-aged man's face was extremely gloomy, just like the sky before the storm, which was terriblely dark. With him, a powerful man, his son was still killed, how could he swallow this breath?

"Now, you have no reason to kill Qin Xianglan, don't you get out? The engagement partners have been killed, and you are still here to waste time?" Ling Xiao's eyes were like lightning, staring at the middle-aged man, and said in a faint tone, as if everything that happened just now was just a trivial matter.

"He is not!" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from his teeth with difficulty. There was a trace of trembling in his voice, which was a trembling intertwined wrath and grief.

Qin Xianglan, who was standing beside her, said coldly: "For them, anyone can be my engagement partner." Her voice was crisp but cold, like the frost in the cold night, revealing deep contempt for the feather tribe.

"So that's it." Ling Xiao nodded slightly, and a clear smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "However, killing Qin Xianglan is not your main target, you are actually just for this sword, right?"

As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his hand and took out the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, which exuded a mysterious aura and powerful pressure. As soon as the sword was unsheathed, the light shone brightly in an instant, and the air around him was shocked, as if it was declaring its extraordinaryness and power to the world.

Ling Xiao stood on a sudden huge rock, holding the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand. The sword body was as dark as abyss, exuding a burst of coldness. The demon patterns on the sword appeared faintly under the reflection of the blood moon, as if countless unjust souls were struggling in it.

Not far away, the middle-aged man was wearing a dark purple robe, with the corners of his clothes roaring in the wind. When his eyes touched the sword in Ling Xiao's hand, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his originally gloomy face instantly showed an extremely greedy look. The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, and saliva was almost flowing out.

Ling Xiao sneered in his heart, and had long guessed that the man's so-called pursuit of Qin Xianglan was just a cover, and this legendary Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was his real goal.

Ling Xiao looked at the sword in his hand, feeling helpless. In his opinion, the sword was nothing special except cold and heavy. Since he got it, trouble has followed him like a shadow, and all forces flocked to him like sharks smelling blood.

He tried to get rid of this sword countless times, but every time the sword would return to his hands inexplicably, as if controlled by a mysterious force. He was now like being entangled by a demon and could not be shaken off.

"The sword is here, do you dare to take it?" Ling Xiao raised his lips and spoke with a smile. His voice was clearly audible in the strong wind, with a hint of provocation.

"Take it!" A trace of hesitation flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. The legend of the sword was too evil and he could be caught rashly, and he might have an unexpected surprise. But greed quickly swallowed his reason. He waved his hand and shouted loudly.

With this command, dozens of black shadows rushed out from all directions like ghosts. The spiritual energy of these high-level powerhouses in Baoyuan Realm surged and their aura was fierce. Three of the masters in the Star Realm were even suspended in the air, and the pressure emitted by their bodies distorted the air around them.

"Wait a minute!" Ling Xiao saw this and waved his hand and shouted, "You are so panicked. Are you just asking for this sword? As for fighting and killing, I'll give it to you."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he stood there in a daze, his face full of disbelief: "Did you voluntarily hand over that treasure?"

Ling Xiao nodded seriously and spread his hands: "Of course, I'm not stupid. How can I beat you so many masters? Instead of killing for nothing, it's better to be more sensible."

The middle-aged man looked like a torch, staring at Ling Xiao tightly, trying to find a flaw in his face. Ling Xiao looked back calmly without fear. After a moment, Ling Xiao sighed, raised his arm, and the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword flew out with a black light.

The sword rotated several times in the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and then with a "pop", it penetrated deeply into the ground full of sand and stone, splashing a piece of dust.

The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword is like a dormant dark dragon. The sword body is shining with a faint light. The light seems to come from the Nine Nether Hell, echoing the blood moon hanging high in the sky and emitting strange blood light, adding a bit of mysterious aura to this battlefield.

The middle-aged man was wearing a dark purple robe. The material of the robe was extremely special. He was clamoring in the wind and the corners of his clothes were dancing freely, just like pythons ready to attack at any time.

His eyes were rounded, and he stared at the Black Sky Sword of the Demon Lord who was stuck in the sand and stone. A trace of uncontrollable coveting flashed in his eyes, as if a long-awaited evil wolf saw his prey.
Chapter completed!