As a famous sword maniac in the world, he was able to quickly defeat the enemy with absolute advantage in countless battles in the past, but today he faced the seemingly young Ling Xiao in front of him, and it was difficult to defeat him for a long time.

The long-standing confidence in his heart suddenly appeared in a ripples, and an unprecedented anxiety quietly grew in his heart like a vine.

"Hmph!" He couldn't help but snorted coldly, as if it was coming from the Jiuyou Hell, with endless chills and resentment.

With this cold snorkeling, the long black sword in his hand trembled violently. On the blade, the rune light shone brightly, as if activated by a mysterious and powerful force. In a moment, the air around the blade was stirred wildly, and a terrifying black sword light condensed.

The sword light was as rich as ink, emitting a terrifying aura, as if it could devour all the light in the world. In the blink of an eye, the black sword light quickly changed, turning into a huge black cross. Every line of the cross flashed with cold murderous intent, and slashed towards Ling Xiao with a crazily slashing towards him.

"Bang!" At this critical moment, two forces blasted against each other, as if two stars were hitting violently in the universe.

In an instant, the whole world was faded, and the terrifying energy fluctuations were centered on the two of them, spreading wildly around like a surging tsunami. Wherever they went, the air was compressed instantly, making a deafening explosion.

Under the impact of this powerful force, the entire Zhaixing Tower City shook violently, like a lonely boat in the strong wind.

The building that had already been shaking in the previous battle could no longer withstand this devastating force and collapsed with a bang. The bricks and stones splashed and dust filled the whole city, and instantly shrouded in a gray area.

When the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, a tragic picture came into everyone's eyes. Ling Xiao's body was like a ball of rag, deeply embedded in the distant wall.

A deep depression on his chest was shocking, and there was still a trace of burnt smoke, emitting a burning smell of flesh. His face was as pale as paper, a trace of blood hung on the corner of his mouth, his breath was weak, and he seemed to be at the end of his strength.

However, what is shocking is that although Dugu Sheng was still standing there, his body was tall, a bright red knife mark appeared on his chest.

The knife marks were deep and bones were visible, and blood was constantly oozing out from the wound, dyeing his clothes red, making him look particularly eye-catching in this chaotic battlefield.

In the sky, when the white-robed palm festival witnessed this scene, his originally calm and composed expression instantly became extremely ugly. His eyes were rounded and full of incredible expressions.

In his heart, Dugu Sheng, one of the top ten powerful men of the Dazhen Dynasty, had extraordinary strength and was able to be a saint. He should have been able to fight a junior like Ling Xiao. But now, Dugu Sheng was actually injured by Ling Xiao, which completely subverted his perception and made him unacceptable for a while.

His heart was full of doubts and shock, and he thought to himself: It is clear that Ling Xiao has been suppressed in this battle. What is this situation? Why did such an unexpected change occur?

At this time, in an extremely hidden corner outside the city, a thin man with a cunning eyes looked at Qin Feng carefully, with a hint of eagerness and excitement in his tone, and he whispered: "Boss, Ling Xiao is probably no longer able to do it. If we take action at this time, it might be a good opportunity!"

He rubbed his hands as he said, with a greedy light flashing in his eyes, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

When Qin Feng heard this, he slowly shook his head. His eyes were deep and calm, like a deep cold pool in the night sky, which had insight into everything in the world.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked towards the battlefield, and said in a deep voice: "Not necessarily! If Ling Xiao was killed so easily, it would not be a nightmare for the Holy Church. He has gone through countless difficulties and obstacles along the way, and he can counterattack in desperate situations every time. How could he be defeated with such a simple means."

After a moment of pause, he continued:

"And, now, how many people will we die? That Shen Lin is unfathomable, and the Shen Ling, who has broken an arm, is seriously injured, but the tiger will not lose its power, which is definitely not easy to mess with. Now, we will directly become their targets when we act rashly, and then we will definitely suffer heavy losses."

His voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to have been carefully considered.

"Then let's continue to wait?" his subordinate asked unwillingly.

Qin Feng nodded, his eyes still staring at the battlefield, his lips raised slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared, and he said, "Let's go ahead, at this point, I'm actually looking forward to this kid being able to come up with a stronger trump card, otherwise this battle would be too boring."

After saying that, he hugged his chest and quietly waited for the further development of the battlefield situation, as if waiting for a more exciting drama to begin.

On the battlefield, there was a mess, and the ruins appeared and disappeared in the smoke and dust. The ruins exuded a pungent smell of dust and blood, intertwined into a tragic scene of the apocalypse. Just as everyone's eyes were still focused on Ling Xiao's tragic situation that was embedded in the wall after being seriously injured, a sudden change occurred.

A strange layer of blood suddenly appeared around Ling Xiao's body. The blood light quickly wrapped him in it like a flowing liquid. Immediately afterwards, the blood light flashed, and Ling Xiao disappeared from the collapsed ruins as if he had never existed there.

Everyone was stunned, their eyes full of astonishment and confusion, and they searched for his traces. However, they widened their eyes but could not capture Ling Xiao's figure, leaving only a confusion and confusion.

No one expected that Ling Xiao's target was the sacred warriors in the sky who were high above and overlooked the situation of the war.

At this moment, in the sky, more than a dozen powerful sacred temples were floating in the clouds. They were wearing uniform white robes and radiating a holy light in the sun. However, on this chaotic battlefield, their sanctity seemed so out of place.

They looked cold and looked at the battle situation below. The weapons in their hands were flashing with cold light, as if they were ready to give the enemy a fatal blow at any time.

In an instant, the power of the Blood Tribulation True Demon exploded again, just like the sleeping ancient demon god awakening, releasing endless terrifying aura. With the place where Ling Xiao disappeared as the center, a powerful and suffocating suction suddenly generated, like an invisible black hole, beginning to swallow everything around him frantically.
Chapter completed!