Chapter 13252 Can’t be killed?

Chapter 13252 Can’t be killed?

"The sword comes out like a river bursting its banks!" The masked young man growled, and the long sword in his hand instantly burst out with astonishing power. Wherever the tip of the sword pointed, the space seemed to be torn apart, and cracks spread in the air. At the same time, a powerful sword intent instantly enveloped Ling Xiao, as if to suppress him completely.

Facing this sudden and terrifying sword, there was no fear or retreat in Ling Xiao's eyes. Instead, he was filled with a burning desire to fight.

He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb all the power between heaven and earth into his body, and then he chose to fight back!
At this moment, he was holding the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, and dark demonic energy was flowing on the sword, like a black dragon dancing, emitting heart-pounding fluctuations.

Not only that, he also put on the Tianluo magic armor, which was a battle armor made up of countless magic patterns woven together. Each magic pattern contained infinite power, providing him with powerful defense and amplification.

At this moment, Ling Xiao seemed to have transformed into the God of War of the Demon World. His aura was so strong that it was comparable to that of the masked young man, and he even seemed to surpass him.

"Boom!" The collision of swords made a deafening sound, which seemed to be able to tear people's eardrums and shook the surrounding space slightly.

Even the two Rakshasa demons not far away were affected by this powerful force. They staggered and were blown away, their faces full of fear and horror.

A loud bang resounded in the field like thunder, and then Ling Xiao and the masked young man retreated violently at the same time. Their figures left a trail of afterimages in the air. Their speed was so fast that it was astonishing.

As they retreated, they actually released two sword energies at the same time. The sword energies condensed all their strength and will, like two bright meteors, cutting through the sky and heading straight for each other.

"Boom!" The two sword energies collided in the air, bursting out with dazzling light and terrifying power, as if to tear the world apart.

However, in the end, the sword energy of the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword was superior. It was like a black dragon, shattering the sword energy of the masked young man, and then it pierced the masked young man's throat in an instant with unstoppable force.

"We won!" In the distance, Bai Sha stood up excitedly, his voice filled with excitement and joy that were difficult to conceal.

This battle was full of ups and downs, making people nervous and excited. But no matter what, the final result was good, Ling Xiao won, which made him feel extremely relieved and proud.

However, just as Bai Sha was immersed in the joy of victory, Hua Shan frowned slightly. She carefully recalled the battle just now. Although it seemed that Ling Xiao had the upper hand, she always felt that things were not that simple. That inexplicable sense of crisis made it impossible for her to completely relax.

"It's not over yet!" Huaguduo also noticed something was wrong. She frowned and stared at the battlefield in the distance. Her intuition told her that this battle was far from over.

Sure enough, when the smoke gradually dissipated and everyone turned their eyes to the battlefield again, they were surprised to find an incredible fact.

There was not even a single scar on the masked young man's neck, as if it was not him whose throat was pierced, or as if this incident had never happened at all.

He still had that strange smile on his face, as if everything was under his control.

Seeing this scene, Ling Xiao's mouth curled up into a meaningful smile.

Although he was not able to kill the other party directly, he had keenly noticed the abnormality of the other party. It was an existence beyond conventional means, a strange power that was unpredictable.

"But it still needs to be verified." Ling Xiao thought to himself, his eyes becoming more determined and profound.

He knew that in order to solve this mystery, further exploration and verification were necessary, and this battle was far from over.

If it is indeed as he expected, Ling Xiao thought to himself, then he has a way to defeat this man completely, or even kill him on the spot.

This confidence is not groundless, but comes from his accurate judgment of his own strength and keen insight into his opponent's weaknesses.

Although the masked young man seemed unharmed, the faces of the two Rakshasa demons were extremely ugly, and their eyes revealed deep worry and uneasiness.

As partners who fought side by side with the masked youth, they knew only too well how abnormal and cowardly his behavior was today.

In previous battles between warriors of the same generation, the masked young man was always the one who was calm and at ease. Even when facing the strongest genius from the Demon Suppression Mansion, he was able to remain calm and composed. Even if he was defeated, he would never be so embarrassed.

But today, all that has changed.

The battle situation seemed to be firmly controlled by Ling Xiao. Every move and every counterattack of the masked young man seemed like a carefully designed trap, waiting for him to step into it.

If the masked young man did not have some special abilities, he would have died countless times. This feeling of powerlessness and frustration made the two Rakshasa demons feel unprecedented heaviness and depression.

The masked man took a deep breath, as if he wanted to expel all the depression and resentment in his chest with this breath.

He slowly put away the Ghost Banner, which was once a magic weapon he was proud of, but in front of Ling Xiao, it seemed so pale and powerless.

Finally, he took out a real sword from the storage ring. This sword had a slender blade, a blade like frost, and emitted a faint cold light. The blade was engraved with complex runes and patterns, and each stroke contained the truth of heaven and earth, and each stroke revealed supreme pressure.

This is a divine weapon of the highest quality at the Heavenly Venerable level, powerful enough to split the sky and the earth, and destroy everything in between.

The swords before were nothing more than the result of the concentration of illusory energy. Although they were extremely sharp, they ultimately lacked some reality and heaviness.

But at this moment, the sword in the masked young man's hand is a genuine weapon carefully forged from thousand-year-old cold iron. The sword body is glowing with a faint blue light, and the blade is extremely sharp, as if it can cut off all obstacles in the world.

Holding the sword in his hand, the masked young man smiled faintly, with confidence and amusement in his smile: "I seldom use a real sword, because in my hand, the sword condensed by energy is powerful enough. But today, if you can block my sword, I will let you go, how about it?"

Ling Xiao's eyes were as sharp as torches as he stared at the sword in the masked young man's hand. He felt the terrifying power contained in it, but there was no fear in his eyes.

From the moment he saw the miserable appearance of Master Qi, he had made up his mind to kill all the Soul Clan members in front of him to prevent future troubles.