Everyone's faces were full of hesitation and fear. They looked at the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in Ling Xiao's hand, as if they saw the sickle of the God of Death and did not dare to step forward easily.

The middle-aged man turned his head angrily and stared at the cringing subordinates, almost bursting with fire in his eyes: "What are you all standing there? Are you going to be scared by a stinky brat?" But the only response to him was dead silence.

The strong wind roared on the desolate ancient battlefield, raising layers of sand and stones, making a sharp whistling sound. The strange light emitted by the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword enveloped the entire battlefield in a gloomy atmosphere under the reflection of the blood moon.

The middle-aged man was wearing a dark purple robe, with the corners of his clothes roaring in the strong wind, and his face suddenly darkened, just like the sky before the storm, terrifyingly gloomy.

Immediately afterwards, he was furious and his voice rang through the entire battlefield like a bell: "A group of idiots! That boy was clearly bluffing, and now is the perfect time to kill him! Once the Qin family members arrive, we will never have the chance to seize this Demon Lord Black Sky Sword. At that time, not only will the effort be in vain, but we will all lose our heads when we return to the clan!"

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes full of hesitation and fear. Their eyes wandered back and forth between Ling Xiao and the middle-aged man, and they were puzzled for a moment.

At this moment, Ling Xiao's mouth rose slightly, and he showed a sly smile and laughed loudly:

"Yes, I'm just bluffing! I'm seriously injured now, my spiritual power is about to be exhausted, and the lamp is about to run out. Come and hit me! Kill me now, I can't resist. Please, don't let me go, otherwise others will think we are in the same group!"

Ling Xiao's voice echoed in the strong wind, with a hint of banter and provocation.

When everyone heard this, they were speechless for a moment, and their faces showed an awkward expression. Seeing the scene in front of them, the faces of the powerful feather tribe in the field suddenly became extremely ugly. They knew in their hearts that Ling Xiao was clearly deliberately seducing them to take action, but they were not sure if this was a trap he set.

At this time, the middle-aged man led by the Feather Clan was so angry that he smoked his orifices, and the blue veins on his forehead swelled up. He shouted again: "You like to pretend, right? Then continue to pretend! Listen, whoever dares to stop or return to the clan today will be a death sentence! If anyone retreats, I will kill him with my own hands!"

His voice was filled with majesty and anger, which made people shudder.

The voice fell, and those who were originally afraid of Ling Xiao did not dare to hesitate any more.

They knew very well that there might be hope for life to deal with Ling Xiao; but if they really stopped and returned to the clan, they would undoubtedly die. In the face of life and death decisions, they gritted their teeth, abandoned Qin Xianglan, and killed all towards Ling Xiao like a hungry wolf.

A ruthless look flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, and a sneer rose from the corner of his mouth.

He knew in his heart that using the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was indeed a huge expense, but if these people thought he was weak and could be bullied and dared to kill him, he would have the means to fight for his life, but he just didn't want to be exposed easily.

The real and real, the real and real, the real and the real and the real, he wanted these people to know how heavy the price of despising him was. Ling Xiao held the Black Sky Sword in his hands tightly, and the sword body trembled slightly, as if echoing the master's fighting spirit.

The strong wind blew over the battlefield, making a scream like ghosts and wolves howling, rolling up the sand and stones on the ground, forming small sandstorms. The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was inserted in the center of the field, and the sword body emitted a cold light, as if telling its bloody past, making the surrounding air filled with a solemn atmosphere.

Ling Xiao's originally lazy eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle, and his aura suddenly rose. The people of the Feather Clan, who had already plucked up their courage and rushed over like a hungry wolf, were stunned as if they had been cast in a fixed curse after seeing Ling Xiao's sudden change.

Their steps stopped abruptly, and the expression on their faces instantly turned from the initial ferocity to the terror. Some even trembled slightly with their legs, and the weapons in their hands began to shake unconsciously.

"I'll go, I almost succeeded. Why do you stop? A bunch of waste!" Ling Xiao stomped his feet in anger, and his face showed a look of regret, and muttered to himself: How could these guys fall out at critical moments?

After hearing this, the people of the Feather Clan felt a stream of passion coming to their hearts and almost spewed out a mouthful of old blood. They looked at each other and felt extremely aggrieved. They could clearly feel that Ling Xiao was like a candle about to burn out at this time, and he was already at the end of his strength.

As long as they rushed forward desperately and relying on the large number of people and power, they could definitely kill Ling Xiao. But Ling Xiao's past cunning behavior made them afraid.

They were worried that Ling Xiao would have any fatal trump card, and once he rushed forward rashly, he would undoubtedly seek death. When they thought of this, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and no one dared to take that step.

Just as everyone was hesitating, a sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from a distance. A group of strong men stepped on flying swords and flew towards the battlefield like meteors rushing to the moon. They were wearing the unique costumes of the Qin family and were extraordinary. They were reinforcements from the Qin family.

Seeing this scene, the strong men of the feather tribe stopped one after another. The middle-aged man in charge instantly turned gloomy as ink. He looked up at the sky, his hands were unconsciously clenched, and his nails were deeply embedded in his palms.

The Qin family members have come, and the situation has become tricky. Whether it is killing Qin Xianglan or snatching the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, it has become almost impossible.

"Who wants this thing?" Ling Xiao raised his lips and showed a meaningful smile. He shook his wrist and threw the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword directly out. The sword drew a black arc in the air, like a summoning of death.

This is undoubtedly a conspiracy.

Everyone knows that in Zhaixing Tower City, this sword caused a bloody storm, and the Magic Tower and Zhengqi Hall were destroyed as a result, and even the Holy Envoy Zhuxue died here. However, people always find it difficult to resist the temptation of greed.

Although they knew that this sword was very dangerous, everyone felt that they were different and believed that they had the ability to control it and would not repeat the mistakes of their predecessors. At this moment, the eyes of the people of the Feather Clan began to flash, and reason and greed started a fierce battle in their hearts.

The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was quietly suspended in the center of the venue, and the sword body was like a cold pool. The cold light was constantly emitted, intertwined with the solemn aura wrapped in the whistling wind, forming a powerful sense of oppression, making everyone present feel as if they were strangled by an invisible big hand, and their breathing became rapid and difficult.

In this depressing atmosphere, everyone's eyes flashed with greed for the power contained in the Black Sky Sword, like a wolve about to rush to eat, staring at the prey.
Chapter completed!