A trace of unwillingness flashed in the old man's eyes, but he soon realized that the enemy in front of him had exceeded his ability.

Facing such an unfathomable opponent, continuing to entangle will only increase casualties.

"Especially that blood-colored sword is extremely terrifying... I can't defeat it!" The old man sighed lightly, and his body turned into black mist and dissipated.

As the last wisp of black mist dissipated, the entire battlefield returned to a brief calm.

However, Ling Xiao did not stop because of this.

He knew that the real challenge had just begun.

Ling Xiao continued to move forward, and before he could enter the hall gate, a cold fragrance hit him.

The air was filled with a faint fragrance, refreshing but also with a strange aura.

He suddenly looked up and saw a woman in red standing in the air, like a mysterious woman in the sky descending to the mortal world.

She held a jade fan in her hand, and the fan was filled with a strange purple light, as if it contained some destructive power.

Her red lips lightly opened, and the jade fan suddenly unfolded. In an instant, the space around her twisted, and countless purple thunders roared towards Lingxiao!

Thunder and lightning intersect, and the void trembles.

The world seemed to be torn apart, and the violent thunder power raged everywhere.

The purple thundersnakes have different shapes, some roaring like giant dragons, and some snaking like poisonous snakes. Each blow is enough to kill ordinary monks instantly.

Ling Xiao held the sword tightly and jumped. The sword light was like a rainbow that penetrated the sun, and the thunderstorm shattered inch by inch under the knife!

Faced with the overwhelming attack, Ling Xiao was not afraid.

He waved his sword and released a powerful sword energy, cutting off the surrounding rasers one by one.

The dazzling sword lights were like the first ray of sunshine at dawn, dispelling the haze in the darkness.

The woman's expression changed slightly, the jade fan rotated rapidly, and an abyss suddenly cracked on the ground, and countless giant white bone hands crawled out of it, entangling Ling Xiao tightly.

Her offensive was even more fierce, no longer limited to the simple power of lightning.

The giant white bone hand stretched out from the abyss clinged to Ling Xiao like a ghost, trying to drag him into endless darkness.

However, how could Ling Xiao surrender easily?

The sword light flashed and the bones collapsed one after another.

Ling Xiao switched to the long sword mode, and the sword edge was invincible.

Those seemingly indestructible giant bone hands turned into powder under his sword light and could no longer pose a threat.

After a fierce battle, a crack appeared in the jade fan in the woman's hand, while Ling Xiao's clothes were stained with blood, but the more he fought, he became more and more courageous.

Despite suffering considerable damage, Ling Xiao's fighting spirit became increasingly high.

He knew very well that only by doing his best can he survive this battle of life and death.

The woman obviously realized this. Although her jade fan was damaged, she still refused to give in easily.

He slashed out with a knife, and a charred crack was cut out of the void!

This sword condensed all the power of Ling Xiao, and the powerful sword energy even surpassed the limitations of the physical level, directly causing damage to the space.

The charred crack slowly spread, as if it was about to tear the whole world apart.

He stabbed out with his sword, and the void turned into a snake-shaped crack.

Immediately afterwards, the sword was launched, and the sword intent was like a spiritual snake spitting out a letter, precise and fast.

This time, the cracks showed a snake-shaped curve, emitting a terrifying cold light.

Whether it is a knife or a sword, Ling Xiao’s perfect control of power is also shown, and the enemy feels unprecedented pressure.

At this moment, Ling Xiao's figure became the most dazzling existence on the battlefield. Every step he took was a legend, and every time he swung his sword, he created immortal glory.

The woman threw out a purple light barrier, which flashed with mysterious and ancient light, as if it could withstand all attacks in the world.

However, the Bloodthirsty Sword and the God-killing Sword were merciless and easily penetrated this seemingly indestructible defense.

At the critical moment, her body became empty and she avoided a fatal blow like a phantom, but a deep bone-observed wound was left on her shoulder.

Looking at the bleeding wound, the woman's pupils shrank slightly and stared at the Bloodthirsty Sword and the God-killing Sword.

The evil aura emitted by these two magical artifacts makes people feel heart-wrenching, and it is obvious that their owners are by no means good.

Finally, she turned into a red shadow and disappeared into the hall, leaving only a trace of bloody smell in the air.

Above the clouds in the distance, the Holy Lord looked gloomy and looked at all this with complex eyes.

Liu Wu looked at Ling Xiao's back and secretly felt glad in his heart: "Fortunately, I heard his son Liu Heng's words and cooperated with this young man. Otherwise, there would definitely be no chance today."

He knew that Ling Xiao's strength should not be underestimated, and he also understood that there was a bigger conspiracy behind this battle.

Below, Ling Xiao walked to the gate of the Holy Hall with the Bloodthirsty Sword and the God-killing Sword.

Every step of his step was full of strength, and the ground under his feet even trembled slightly.

As the blade trembled, the red sword light suddenly surged, like an angry red dragon circling, tearing the surrounding air into pieces.

The next moment, he slashed down with a knife in one hand, and the whole world seemed to be broken by the sharp edge of the knife!

Everyone held their breath and waited for the result of this blow.

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A red sword light tore the air like a dragon, sweeping towards the palace gate with devastating power.

Just as the sword light was about to break into the hall gate, a white-haired old man suddenly appeared in front of the door.

His appearance was without warning, as if it was condensed directly from the void.

The old man's wrinkled right hand waved casually, and the sharp sword light instantly dissipated like fog.

This scene stunned everyone, especially Ling Xiao, who looked unwilling.

He roared angrily and stabbed another sword, but he still couldn't get any advantage. The old man easily resolved it.

Seeing this old man, Liu Wu's pupils suddenly shrank, and then he sneered: "It's actually a one-eyed old ghost. Your temple is really shameless. You actually let a thousand-year-old monster deal with the younger generation!"

His words were full of sarcasm and disdain, and he was obviously extremely dissatisfied with the appearance of the old man.

When the old man heard this, he just glanced at Liu Wu lightly without saying anything.

But the indifference and majesty that emerged from his only opened eyes was enough to make people feel chilled.

He slowly spoke, "Young man, some things are not something you can understand. Let's stop today's affairs."

Ling Xiao held the bloodthirsty sword and the God-killing Sword tightly, and the desire to fight was burning in his eyes.

He was unwilling to give up, but he also knew that the old man in front of him was far stronger than him.

At this moment, the entire battlefield was in a strange stalemate, and no one could predict what would happen next.

One-eyed old ghost!

This person is a sacred temple giant that was famous all over the world a thousand years ago.

Time goes back to the extremely tragic "war of good and evil" a thousand years ago. It was a life-and-death battle that determines the fate of the two factions of good and evil. On the battlefield, bloody storms and corpses are everywhere.
Chapter completed!