Chapter 12937 Let me die

Chapter 12937 Let me die
The purple-robed old man's voice was not only full of threats, but also mixed with a subtle cunning: "Let me tell you, my Jiang family has not only sent the top masters here, but has also sent out an emergency signal for help to the other six major families."

"They are of the same blood as our Jiang family, and will never sit idly by and watch someone do whatever he wants on the Strange Island. By then, you will face the encirclement and suppression of the entire cultivation world, and your end will be a hundred times more miserable than death!"

At this point, Chen Yuan showed a cruel smile on his face, as if he had seen Ling Xiao struggling in despair. However, his true thoughts were completely different.

He was just bluffing, trying to use words to shake Ling Xiao's mind and buy himself more time. He believed that as long as the reinforcements arrived, he would have enough confidence to deal with this difficult boy. As for now, he could only try to stay calm and use all available means to delay time.

"Haha, want to delay time? I'm afraid your little plan will fail." Ling Xiao's mouth curled up into a faint smile. That smile showed both his insight into Chen Yuan's strategy and his anticipation for the upcoming battle.

He did not move, but the sword in his hand was ready to strike, as if it could transform into two bolts of lightning at any time and tear apart all obstacles in front of him.

As he swung his sword lightly, the cold blade light and the dazzling sword light burst out instantly, like two silver dragons, roaring and tearing through the surrounding void, rushing towards Chen Yuan with the momentum of destroying the world.

The light was so dazzling that people could not look directly at it. They could only feel a sharp chill blowing towards them, as if even their souls were about to be frozen.

"Block it!" Chen Yuan's face changed drastically when he saw this. He knew very well the horror of this attack and did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

He roared, and the spiritual power in his body surged wildly, pouring into the weapon in his hand, making the weapon radiant in an instant, as if it had life, dancing wildly in his hand, and facing the two deadly lights with all his strength.

At the same time, the rest of the people also looked solemn. They knew Ling Xiao's strength very well, and they knew that if they could not resist this attack, the consequences would be disastrous.

Therefore, they all attacked, each using their best skills, concentrating all their strength on this attack. Swords flashed, fists whistled, and attacks transformed from various spiritual powers surged towards Ling Xiao like a tide, and each attack contained the determination and strength to kill.

"Tear!" Accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air, countless sword intentions were like sharp blades, cutting through the air, and with a whistling sound, they rushed towards Ling Xiao. The sword intentions were so fierce that it seemed to cut through the space, which made people feel terrified.

Ling Xiao's eyes were filled with disdain, as if the enemies in front of him were just a group of ants that were not worthy of his attention. Although he had suffered some internal injuries from the backlash, it was just a trivial episode for him.

The powerful self-healing ability in his body had already silently repaired those minor injuries and brought him back to his peak condition.

At this moment, he clenched his fists, and the bloodthirsty sword spirit and the god-killing sword spirit seemed to have life in his hands, emitting a faint cold light, dancing with the master between life and death. In his eyes, the cold light flashed and disappeared, but it was enough to make people feel cold, which was an extreme expression of indifference to life and desire for battle.

As his figure suddenly rose up, like an arrow from a bow, he cut through the air and rushed towards the group of enemies with a deafening whistle. His movements were swift and powerful, and every detail revealed his confidence and composure as a strong man.

"All of you, die!" Ling Xiao growled, his voice filled with unquestionable determination and killing intent. The swords in his hands seemed to be endowed with souls at this moment, and they intertwined with each other, performing a magnificent feast of killing.

Where the swords intersected, there were bursts of high-pitched tiger roars. It was not only the roar of the weapons, but also the roar of his inner fighting spirit.

The surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by this force, forming tiny cracks in space, witnessing the brutality and shock of this battle. And those enemies seemed so vulnerable in the face of this sudden attack.

Their figures froze, and the weapons in their hands fell out of their hands with crisp clashes, but they could no longer save the defeat.

What followed was a scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere. Those enemies who were once arrogant and domineering now fell to the ground in a miserable state like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind, having lost their former arrogance.

Their eyes were filled with disbelief and despair, as if it was not until this moment that they truly realized how huge the gap between them and Ling Xiao was.

This scene was undoubtedly the most direct proof of Ling Xiao's strength. On this battlefield, he was like an invincible god, using his unparalleled strength and firm will to declare his own victory and glory.

At this moment, Ling Xiao was like a demon from hell, surrounded by a thick evil spirit that surged like a substance, staining the surrounding air with a bit of blood and murder. The sword in his hand, every time he swung it, seemed to become the sickle of the god of death, ruthlessly harvesting lives.

Blood continued to drip from the sword, slowly sliding down the sharp edge and finally dripping onto the ground, merging with the existing blood to form a river, dyeing the earth a shocking red.

The warriors of the Jiang family seemed so fragile and helpless in the face of this terrifying force. Their bodies were like paper under Ling Xiao's sword, and were easily torn apart. Blood gushed out, staining every corner of the battlefield red.

The air was filled with a thick smell of blood, almost suffocating people.

Jiang Xiu, the woman of the Jiang family, witnessed all this and her face turned pale as paper in an instant. A deep worry and fear flashed across her eyes. She knew very well that if the situation continued to develop, the people she brought with her would probably be wiped out without a single survivor.

This thought filled her heart with a sense of urgency and crisis. She knew that she had to take action, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Fortunately, she took the precious elixir given by her father before she set off. The effect of the elixir was extremely magical, which greatly alleviated her originally serious injuries in a short period of time. Although she has not fully recovered yet, it is enough to support her to carry out the next action.

So, Jiang Xiu suppressed her fear and anxiety and began to secretly set up a complex formation. Her hands quickly formed seals, and each seal contained exquisite spiritual power and complex runes. These runes intertwined and collided in the air, and finally condensed into a dazzling holy pattern formation.