Chapter 13285 The old man plays with the naughty boy

Every confrontation between the two men contained a crisis of life and death, which made people hold their breath.

Ling Xiao's figure was as light as a feather fluttering in the wind, and he easily dodged the man's swift sword. The man's sword drew a silver arc in the air, and finally pierced nothingness.

However, he was not discouraged. He reacted very quickly and swung his right hand. The long sword drew a graceful arc in the air. He changed to holding it in reverse, and the tip of the sword stabbed silently towards Ling Xiao's back like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole.

Ling Xiao seemed to have eyes on his back. Without even turning his head, he swung the bloodthirsty knife in his hand backhand and accurately blocked the attack.

Dang! The sound of metal clashing was clear and loud, echoing across the empty battlefield, creating ripples visible to the naked eye.

The sword-wielding man frowned upon seeing this, and was obviously surprised by Ling Xiao's reaction speed and strength. He did not hesitate to punch out with his left hand, with a whistling fist and fierce energy, trying to take advantage of Ling Xiao's concentration on the sword to smash towards his head.

However, in the blink of an eye, Ling Xiao's body suddenly twisted strangely, as if it had merged into the air. The man's fist hit the air, and his face changed drastically. He realized that he had fallen into Ling Xiao's trap.

At this moment, Ling Xiao's figure appeared under the man like a ghost and kicked out with an astonishing speed.

The man's fist involuntarily blasted downwards. Boom! There was an explosion, and the air was filled with dust. The man only felt a huge force coming, and his body involuntarily retreated, like a fallen leaf blown up by the wind.

However, this was just the beginning. Before the man could stabilize himself, Ling Xiao's figure appeared in front of him again like a ghost.

The bloodthirsty knife flashed coldly in the sunlight, like the scythe of the god of death, slashing towards him mercilessly.

The man's pupils shrank suddenly, an instinctive reaction when facing a life-and-death crisis. He held the long sword tightly in his right hand, and the sword body trembled slightly, as if it was also gathering strength for the upcoming collision.

There was determination in his eyes, but also a hint of barely perceptible fear. After all, the opponent in front of him, Ling Xiao, was by no means an ordinary person.

boom!
The space seemed to be torn apart at this moment, and the sword and the knife collided violently in the air, bursting out with dazzling energy fluctuations.

The light was as dazzling as the scorching sun, making people dare not look directly at it.

The surrounding space seemed unable to withstand the impact of this force, and terrible explosions continued to erupt. Dust and gravel were swept up by this force, forming a chaotic battlefield.

Under the impact of this force, the two of them retreated violently backwards. Every step seemed to be stepping on the void, and their figures were erratic.

However, this was only a brief respite, and the next moment, the two of them rushed towards each other again like two enraged beasts, with undying fighting spirit flashing in their eyes.

On the city wall, the soul frowned, his eyes fixed on the battlefield, his voice was filled with dissatisfaction: "Ling Xiao is clearly playing tricks on the opponent. He is not even willing to use his full strength. If this continues, when will this battle end?"

Hun Wuxu shook his head slightly, his eyes were deep, as if he had seen through Ling Xiao's intentions:
"Because the other party is not worthy. Ling Xiao is using his own way to tell everyone that his strength is not accidental. Watch carefully and remember the methods of this Ling Xiao. He seems to be stronger than that day. Every time he makes a move, it contains a deeper artistic conception and power."

"Seeing him reminded me of that guy!" There was a hint of complex emotions in the soul's voice that were difficult to conceal, as if that memory was both profound and painful, and he suddenly said this.

Hun Wuxu smiled meaningfully upon hearing this, and said slowly, "You are talking about the boy whose talent surpasses that of ordinary people, and who even surpasses Zhang Ruochen in some aspects.

He was indeed an unforgettable presence, and even someone as conceited as me had to admit that I was not completely sure of my victory when I faced him.

What a pity, the people in the Demon Suppression House were too stupid to waste such a monstrous genius. We only used a seemingly simple counter-espionage strategy, but they were able to kill such a genius in the cradle without any warning. "

At this point, a gleam of regret and mockery flashed in Hun Wuxu's eyes, as if he was sighing for the opponent with whom he had never really fought, and as if he was mocking the short-sightedness and ignorance of the Demon Suppression Mansion.

"Indeed," the soul was filled with emotion after hearing this, with a barely perceptible sigh in his voice, "I have tried many times to bribe that evildoer in various ways, hoping that he would become one of us, but every time I failed.

His pride and tenacity were like a piece of unpolished jade. However, such a genius who was almost unaffected by the outside world was eventually killed by his own people. It was ironic to think about it.

At this point, the soul paused slightly, as if recalling every detail of the monster's life, and then continued: "But then again, the monster's personality is somewhat similar to Ling Xiao's, equally arrogant and unruly, and equally unpredictable.

Perhaps, we can try to use the same method when dealing with Ling Xiao in the future. After all, human nature always has something in common, and taking advantage of the weaknesses of human hearts is often more effective than any powerful force. "

As they were talking, the battle beneath the city wall continued at an astonishing speed and intensity. The flying dust covered half the sky, and it seemed as if even the air was shaking.

The explosions coming from below were as deafening as thunder. Every collision caused circles of waves visible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions.

Ling Xiao and the sword-wielding man shuttled through the chaos, the flashes of swords and shadows of sabers intertwined, forming a thrilling picture.

Ling Xiao held a long sword in his hand, the blade flashing with cold light, and every swing brought with it a terrifying force that was enough to tear apart space; and the sword skills of the man holding the sword were agile and elegant, and nothing could be broken by the tip of the sword.

The offensive and defensive transitions between the two were so fast that it was dizzying, making it impossible to see their movements clearly.

Judging from the battle situation, the two seem to be really evenly matched.

Ling Xiao's swordsmanship is sharp and domineering, and each of his sword strikes carries the power of a tsunami; while the swordsmanship of the sword-wielding man is more delicate, and each swing of the sword is as graceful as a dance, yet conceals murderous intent.

Their battle is in full swing, and every move contains a terrifying force that is enough to destroy everything.

boom!
At this moment, Ling Xiao and the man with the sword suddenly separated like two flashes of lightning, each retreated several steps and stood firmly.