Although the one-eyed old ghost failed to top the list in the strong man rankings after that battle, his strange and unpredictable skills made everyone frightened.

His moves are fickle, sometimes as erratic as ghosts, sometimes as fast as thunder, making people unable to defend against.

Moreover, his endless fighting style is even more daunting. Once he fights with him, he feels like he is trapped in a bottomless abyss. He will fight until the last moment until his opponent is completely defeated.

In that war-torn era, his name was like a terrifying nightmare, which made countless people frightened.

Now, his tall and slightly hunched figure suddenly appeared on this battlefield. His appearance was like a huge rock thrown into the calm lake, causing an uproar in an instant.

Obviously, the Holy Temple is going to use its absolute strength to crush Lingxiao this time.

Ling Xiao, this rookie who has risen in the world, has become a thorn in the eyes of the temple and a thorn in the flesh with his unique magical cultivation skills and fearless fighting spirit.

In order to maintain its orthodox status, the Holy Church did not hesitate to send such peerless masters to deal with him.

Everyone couldn't help but wonder in their hearts how many other people were hiding in the sacred temple like this terrifying old guy?

The profound foundation of this sacred temple is really chilling.

They are like a huge iceberg hidden in the darkness. You will never know how many powerful powers are hidden under the water.

The one-eyed old ghost stood there expressionlessly, his turbid eyes staring at Ling Xiao not far away, like a hungry beast staring at his prey.

Behind the seemingly calm eyes, there was a surging murderous intent, as if as long as Ling Xiao had a slight flaw, he would launch a fatal blow without hesitation.

And Ling Xiao, his tall body, stood firmly like a towering mountain, without any intention of retreating.

On the bloodthirsty knife in his hand, the red flame patterns became clearer and clearer. The patterns were like burning flames, exuding a blazing breath.

The red sword light soared into the sky from the blade, as if to ignite the entire sky. The powerful momentum made the air around him tremble.

Although the God-Slaying Sword on the side did not have the terrifying momentum of the Bloodthirsty Sword at this time, it also seemed to feel the anger in its master's heart. The sword body trembled slightly, exuding a strong desire to fight.

It is like the master's most loyal companion, always ready to fight side by side with his master and face the upcoming dangers together.

The one-eyed old ghost suddenly grinned, and the laughter was like the cry of a night owl, which made people creepy.

He said viciously: "I hate demon cultivators the most. You are also a demon cultivator. Then let me tear you apart!"

The voice was filled with endless hatred and murderous intent.

When Ling Xiao approached the one-eyed old ghost step by step, the one-eyed old ghost suddenly made an amazing move.

He slowly lifted his dry right foot and stomped heavily on the ground.

In an instant, the space in front of Ling Xiao was like a fragile mirror, beginning to crack inch by inch, and black cracks spread in the air, as if it was the entrance to hell.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of the one-eyed old ghost disappeared strangely, like a wisp of smoke, instantly dissipated without a trace.

The next moment, a powerful force with a rotten smell was like a ferocious beast, slamming into Ling Xiao from behind.

This force is coming in a fierce manner, as if it is about to completely crush Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao felt the strong pressure coming from behind, and he shouted loudly. The sound was as loud as thunder, and his whole body rushed forward like an arrow.

At this critical moment, he had no choice but to put away the God-killing Sword, hold the bloodthirsty sword tightly with both hands, and pour all his strength into the knife.

A sword light containing blood-colored light swept out from the blade. The sword light was like a blood-colored lightning, cutting through the dark sky and facing the rotten force.

boom!

The violent explosion sounded like thunder, and the entire space was trembling.

The evil force shattered under the sharp sword light, and the thick black mist as thick as ink flew everywhere, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of fishy smell.

However, the powerful recoil force hit Ling Xiao like a surging tide. He groaned and flew backwards like an arrow from the string.

Seven ancient stone pavilions collapsed one after another behind him, bluestone fragments were flying all over the sky, and dust and smoke rolled, Ling Xiao fell to the ground in a mess, and a trace of blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

He forced himself to stabilize his body, and a black shadow flashed instantly like a ghost.

Ling Xiao's pupils suddenly shrank, and the bloodthirsty knife instinctively slashed towards the right side, and the blade cut through the air and made a sharp whistling sound.

As the knife went down, a dull sound came from the air, as if something invisible was cut off, splashing sparks.

But at the same time, a force with a biting chill penetrated his defense like a poisonous snake and hit his chest hard.

Ling Xiao felt that all his internal organs seemed to be frozen, and severe pain came like a tide.

puff!

A large mouthful of blood spurted out from Ling Xiao's mouth, and the blood flowers drew a charming arc in the air.

He flew backwards like a kite with broken strings, falling heavily to the ground, dragging a long trace on the ground.

When he struggled to stand firm, he realized that there were two more people behind the one-eyed old ghost.

A man was wearing a snow-white robe, and the bitter smell of frost was lingering around him. Wherever he passed, a layer of crystal frost condensed on the ground, and even the air seemed to be frozen, and he could feel the chills in his breath;

Another man was dressed in a pitch-black suit, leaving burnt footprints on the ground every step he took. A hot breath came to his face, and the air around him was twisted and deformed, as if he was about to be ignited.

Seeing these two people, Liu Wu's expression in the void instantly became gloomy, his eyes full of vigilance and fear.

"Two Saints of Ice Flame in the Holy Temple!" Liu Wu gritted his teeth and spitted out these words, his voice full of shock and anger.

He looked at the Holy Lord and said sarcastically: "The Holy Hall is really amazing. He actually sent such a terrifying lineup against a doll who is less than 20 years old, and he even had one more fight?"

Liu Wu's words were full of sarcasm, his eyes were like a knife, and he stared straight at the Holy Lord.

The latter spoke with a smile, with a hint of disdain in his tone: “When did I say I want one to one?”

The Holy Lord narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of control of the situation.

Liu Wu remained silent, clenched his fists, and a feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart.

If it were him, he would never choose to fight alone when facing Ling Xiao, who was holding a bloodthirsty knife.
Chapter completed!