The three of them dispersed in fan shape, their eyes as sharp as eagles, locked in Ling Xiao tightly, and their steps moved slightly, and they were ready to attack, obviously intending to take advantage of the victory and take action again.

Ling Xiao slowly raised his head, a hideous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes revealed madness and determination.

He looked at the Black Sky Sword of the Demon Lord in his hand, and the magic patterns flashed on the sword body, as if responding to the master's call. "You have dragged me down for a long time, and it's time to do your best. Don't be like an old man." Ling Xiao gritted his teeth and said word by word, his voice full of unwillingness and expectation.

After saying that, he shook his wrist and quickly put the Bloodthirsty Sword and the God-killing Sword into the storage space. He held the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword tightly with both hands, and the spiritual power in his body continued to inject into the sword body like a surging tide. The Black Sky Sword let out a shrill roar, and the demonic energy around the sword body rolled, forming a huge black vortex.

Ling Xiao shouted violently, kicked the ground with his feet, and his whole body rushed towards the three strong men like a black lightning. With his movements, the Black Sky Sword in his hand drew a strange arc with endless demonic energy and slashed out fiercely.

A terrifying force flashed through the field. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, making a "sizzling" sound.

Not far away in front of him, the sixth-level powerhouse in the Star Realm who was rushing in front, his originally aggressive face instantly frozen, and his eyes were filled with fear. He tried to avoid this fatal blow, his body leaned back desperately, and his hands were waving in panic, trying to gather spiritual power to resist.

But everything was futile. The terrifying sword energy followed him like a shadow and instantly penetrated his body.

Seeing this, the other two stopped quickly, with a look of shock and disbelief on their faces. They widened their eyes and looked at the strong man. At this moment, the strong man's body split into two from the middle, and blood gushed out.

However, what is strange is that the blood did not sprinkle on the ground, but turned into a pool of black blood and merged into the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword.

After the Black Sky Sword absorbed the black blood, the magic patterns on the sword body became clearer, and the blade flashed with a more ferocious light, as if a hungry beast was ready to pounce on the food again at any time.

Seeing this scene, the strong men of the feather clan present looked at each other, and everyone's eyes were filled with shock and fear. They whispered, with fear in their voices: "A sword turned into a pool of black blood? This Demon Lord Black Sky Sword is worthy of being the most treasure of the Demon Sect, and its power is so terrifying."

At this moment, everyone stared at Ling Xiao, as if looking at a demon that could explode at any time. Ling Xiao felt everyone's eyes, his heart tightened, and he turned around involuntarily.

Suddenly, a strong backlash power surged from his body. He could no longer help, and let out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound. The blood sprinkled on the ground, shocking. Immediately, his whole face turned pale and his body was shaking.

"Have the people from the Qin family come yet? If you don't come again, I'm really going to die here today." Ling Xiao forced himself to support himself and looked at Qin Xianglan, with a hint of anxiety and helplessness in his voice.

"He...he seemed to be backfired by the sword. It was the time to be weak..." A warrior from the feather tribe said in a low voice, with a hint of excitement and greed in his voice.

"Wait a minute, this kid is extremely cunning. Don't be fooled. He might just deliberately seduce us." The middle-aged man in the lead frowned and shook his head and said.

His eyes glanced back and forth between Ling Xiao and Qin Xianglan, and finally locked in Qin Xianglan: "Don't worry about this guy for now, kill that Qin Xianglan!" With his orders, the strong men of the feather tribe were ready to move again, and a new crisis was about to break out.

After saying that, Ling Xiao's demonic energy suddenly surged violently. The already ferocious Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, the magic pattern on the sword body was wandering like a living thing, making a roar that made people feel roaring.

His eyes suddenly became cold and bone-black, like a vicious wolf who chose people to eat. He turned around without hesitation and rushed towards Qin Xianglan.

The bitter demonic energy wrapped around his figure, leaving scorch marks on the ground. Wherever he passed, the air seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, making a "sizzling" sound.

However, in the moment of lightning, a few shrill screams cut through the dead night sky.

Ling Xiao's figure shuttled through the crowd like a ghost. The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand was like a black lightning, carrying the power of destroying the world, instantly crossed the throats of seven high-level powerful men in the Baoyuan Realm.

The seven strong men didn't even have time to react, and their faces remained in a shocked expression, and then fell slowly. Their blood gushed out, but did not sprinkle on the ground, but was greedily absorbed by the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, and the sword body became darker and exuded a terrifying aura.

Ling Xiao's face instantly turned pale like paper, beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down from his forehead, and his body began to tremble slightly, obviously suffering a huge backlash. He forced himself to hold his body, kneeled on one knee, gasping heavily, and every breath was accompanied by painful moans.

Seeing this scene, everyone's faces turned pale in an instant. The strong men of the feather tribe looked at each other, their eyes full of shock and fear. "Is this a fucking killing seven peak-level strong men in Baoyuan Realm instantly with one sword. Is this still a human being?" Someone in the crowd exclaimed in a low voice, with endless fear in his voice.

Everyone in the feather tribe looked at Ling Xiao. This time, their eyes were filled with fear and even fear. Even the middle-aged man in the lead became extremely ugly. His hands were clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white due to the force.

He had known the terrifyingness of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, but he didn't expect it to be so terrifying. This sword has such power in Ling Xiao's hands. If it falls into the hands of their feather tribe, wouldn't it be even more powerful? Thinking of this, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

Ling Xiao raised his head, his lips opened, and a strange smile appeared: "You just gave you this sword, you don't want it. Now I've used it, you are unhappy again? Look at your cowardly look, I'm all like this, don't you dare to attack me? Come on, hit me, a group of cowards!"

Although his voice was weak, it was full of provocation and echoed throughout the battlefield.

The middle-aged man led by the feather tribe had a gloomy face as if he could drip out of water. Such a group of people were so humiliated by a bad boy who was much lower than them, but they had no choice but to do anything about it. This was simply a great humiliation.

"Hmph, you kid don't pretend to be a ghost. This sword is definitely not something you can control at this level. You are pretending to be mysterious and make us afraid. I really think we don't dare to take action, right? He is already very weak when he listens to my orders." He shouted violently, trying to boost morale.
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