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"I'm just an unknown person, I can't hurt me!"

As the young man finished speaking, the phantom of lightning behind him seemed to have received instructions and suddenly pounced on the sky, bursting in the air, turning into a thunder waterfall all over the sky.

The Thunder Waterfall is like a torrent of lightning, dyeing the entire sky into a strange purple color. The continuous mountains in the distance become blurred against the backdrop of the Thunder Waterfall, making it look particularly gloomy and terrifying, as if on the edge of hell.

Not far away, Ling Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of cold light flashed in his eyes, like a meteor passing by in the night sky.

He pondered for a moment, and the breath around him began to slowly surge, and an invisible pressure pressed towards the young man like a tide, as if he was about to submerge him.

His tone was cold and serious, as if it came from Jiuyou Hell: "The ugly words are ahead. If I continue with this move, you may be unable to save your life!"

When the young man heard this, he burst into laughter. His laughter was full of arrogance and unruly, as if he didn't take Ling Xiao's warning seriously: "Is that so? Let me see it!"

But at this moment, Ling Xiao's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the speed was so fast that it was too late to react.

Only a faint smell of blood was left in the air, floating into the young man's nose without a trace, as if it was a preview of death.

When the young man finally caught the silver-gray figure, his face instantly turned pale as paper, as if all the blood was drained.

Ling Xiao had already bullied him at some point, his speed was as fast as a ghost.

The bloodthirsty knife in his hand was filled with a strange red light, as if it had been soaked in blood countless times. The blade had mysterious dark golden patterns, like an ancient spell, exuding a heart-pounding aura.

The blood-colored gems inlaid at the hilt of the knife were now like living things, greedily absorbing the spiritual power around them, and the light in the gems became more and more dazzling.

Before the blade touched the young man's body, the young man felt a torn pain coming from his skin, as if countless fine needles were pricking at the same time, penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

He wanted to retreat in horror, but found that the space around him had been imprisoned by a powerful and invisible force, like an insect trapped in amber, unable to move.

At a critical moment, the young man whistled to the sky, his voice full of unwillingness and despair.

His bones all over his body made a sound like a bean-burning sound, and his body quickly expanded and deformed. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a huge giant bull.

The giant bull's body is like a mountain, its horns are extremely thick, wrapped in flashing lightning, as if it is the sharpest weapon in the world, exuding a terrifying aura.

laugh!

Ling Xiao's eyes were firm, and he suddenly swung his sword and slashed out. The bloodthirsty knife tore through the air and made a terrifying roar, as if he was about to divide the world into two.

Wherever the blade passes, the space is like fragile paper, cracking inch by inch, and black cracks spread out.

The two horns on the giant bull's head broke directly under this sharp knife, and dark golden demon blood gushed out like a fountain, drawing gorgeous and miserable arcs in the air.

The bloodthirsty knife, with extremely sharpness, slashed into the young man's head without any obstacles.

The young man let out a shrill scream, his voice full of pain and regret. His huge body fell heavily to the ground, splashing a piece of dust.

Blood flowed out, quickly dyeing large areas of land red, and it looked particularly dazzling on this deserted battlefield.

At this time, he was already dying, his body was still twitching, and the breath of life was gradually dissipating.

Ling Xiao played with the bloodthirsty knife that was still dripping with blood in his hand expressionlessly. The blood on the blade slowly slid down the blade and dripped on the ground.

He looked at the dying young man of the demon clan indifferently, his eyes full of disdain.

What a fool!

His bloodthirsty sword is comparable to a magic weapon of Cangyue level.

Although it is only a top-level magic weapon at the star level, this thing is transformed from martial souls, which contains Ling Xiao’s martial soul power, and its power is naturally more terrifying than magic weapons of the same level.

Someone was so stupid that he really used his body to resist his attack? I'm afraid it's not that there is a trick in his mind.

He can win not because of his strength, but because of his purity, he is too stupid and arrogant.

Ling Xiao lowered his eyes, his expression was cold, holding a worn but clean cloth in his hand, carefully wiping the blood stains on the bloodthirsty knife.

His fingertips gently rubbed the dark golden patterns on the blade, which looked like an ancient totem, hiding mysterious power.

With the wiping action, the bloodthirsty blade, which was originally stained with blood, reappeared in a cold and cold light, as if telling the thrilling battle just now.

After wiping, Ling Xiao raised his eyes, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, looking at Niu Yong who was lying on the ground, in a mess.

A sarcastic arc curled up at the corner of his lips, which had three points of pity and seven points of contempt, as if Niu Yong in front of him was just an insignificant ant: "Haha, this is the genius of the sea of ​​demons? Even the nameless sword cannot be stopped. I don't know what you are proud of?"

When the words fell, he turned his wrist gently and deliberately shook the magic weapon in his hand. The bloodthirsty knife seemed to be spiritual and made a low cry. The sound seemed to be a ridicule from the Jiuyou Hell, echoing on this already silent battlefield, mocking the defeated power of the defeated person.

In the field, the young man's huge body trembled violently, like a candle in the strong wind.

Dark golden blood was still oozing from his broken horns. The blood, with the unique aura of the sea of ​​demons, dripped on the land burned by the aftermath of the battle, and bursts of blue smoke instantly rose, as if declaring the shame of this disastrous defeat to the heaven and earth.

He clenched his teeth, tried all his strength, barely supporting his front hooves, trying to struggle to get up, trying to save a trace of face.

However, due to excessive blood loss, his body was as weak as the wind. Half of it was supported, he fell to the ground again, raising a piece of dust.

His bull's eyes were wide open, and the whites of his eyes were covered with blood. It was a sign of extreme shame, anger and reluctance.

A mixed roar of shame and reluctance burst out from the depths of his throat, and the sound was like a bell, shaking the surrounding gravel rolled down: "Impossible...Impossible!"

He lost!

It’s not because of lack of strength! In this world where the strong prey on the weak, strength should be the key to determining the outcome.

But at this moment, Niu Yong knew very well that he lost so thoroughly because of his stupidity.

This cognition is like a red-hot soldering iron, with a burning pain that burns Niu Yong's heart.

On weekdays, there are people who are jokingly calling him "stupid bull". At that time, he had a bad temper. Every time he heard such a name, he would always be furious. With his strong strength, he used his horns to overturn the cave of the ridicule and defend his dignity with force.
Chapter completed!