Chapter 13286 I want to kill him

After the sword-wielding man stopped, he breathed heavily, his eyes as sharp as knives, staring at Ling Xiao who was not far in front of him, his expression extremely cold, as if he wanted to completely freeze the other party on the battlefield.

"Boy, are you using me as a sparring partner?" His voice was low and threatening, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Hearing this, Ling Xiao curled up a faint smile, his eyes were clear and deep, as if he could see through everything in the world.

He gently shook the long knife in his hand, and the blood on the blade splashed out like a blooming red flower.

"Sparring partner?" He shook his head slightly, with a hint of teasing in his tone: "You are not qualified yet. To be more precise, I just want to see what I can learn from you, the so-called 'master'.

What a pity, after fighting for such a long time, you don't seem to have any special skills or insights. Otherwise, let's end it here, it's just a waste of time to fight any further."

After saying that, Ling Xiao gently patted the dust off his body, as if the fierce battle just now was just a trivial matter to him. His eyes were full of confidence and calmness, as if everything was under control.

"furious!"

The sword-wielding man's face instantly became extremely ferocious, his eyes seemed to be burning with rage, staring closely at Ling Xiao in front of him. His breathing became rapid and heavy, his chest rose and fell violently, and he was obviously extremely angry at Ling Xiao's words.

The moment the voice fell, the long sword in his hand suddenly trembled violently, and the sword body flashed with dazzling cold light, as if it contained some terrible power that was about to burst out. The tip of the sword drew graceful arcs in the air, accompanied by a low sword chant, which made people feel cold.

Ling Xiao just stood there, his feet firmly planted on the ground, allowing the other party to gather strength. He had a faint smile on his face, his eyes full of teasing and confidence. He spoke slowly, his voice calm and firm: "I hope your last attack will not disappoint me, otherwise, I will have wasted so much time."

Upon hearing this, the sword-wielding man curled up a cruel smile, as if he had already seen the tragic scene of Ling Xiao's defeat.

"You won't wait in vain, because you will die soon." His voice was low and hoarse, full of determination and murderous intent.

Then, the sword-wielding man suddenly glared, and his body began to spin wildly as if driven by some mysterious force. His speed became faster and faster, almost forming a whirlwind that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, and the surrounding air became turbid.

The next moment, the tornado rolled towards Ling Xiao like a wild horse.

The figure of the sword-wielding man and the long sword had completely merged into one, the sword light and the figure complemented each other, forming a terrifying attack that made people's heart palpitate. He seemed to have transformed into an indestructible sword, vowing to completely kill Ling Xiao here.

However, when seeing this scene, Ling Xiao's eyes did not flash with a trace of panic or fear. Instead, he gently shook his head, with a faint smile on his lips:

"Your move is indeed quite powerful. The sword is as powerful as a tornado or a violent storm, but it is just an ordinary attack after all. It does not pose much of a threat to me. So, let's end this boring battle."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Xiao's figure suddenly moved, like a ghost, so fast that it was dazzling. The long sword in his hand drew a brilliant trajectory in the air, as if it split the space in two.

This knife was more terrifying than any previous attack. It was not only the release of power, but also the perfect fusion of artistic conception and skills.

The sword light was like a dragon, with unparalleled power, instantly tearing apart all obstacles in front of it. Even the madly rolling tornado was split in half by this sword, like cloth torn by a strong wind, instantly losing its original power.

Bang!
With a dull thud, the sword-wielding man fell to the ground like a kite with its string cut. A deep crack appeared on his chest, splitting him in two. Blood gushed out like a spring, staining the surrounding land red.

He didn't have the magical ability of a spirit to survive a fatal blow. In this case, he was already dead, the fire of life was extinguished in an instant, leaving only a gradually cold corpse.

The corpse also shrank in an instant, as if all its vitality had been drained. The blood stopped flowing, the wounds stopped moving, and everything returned to calm. Only Ling Xiao was left standing there, the long sword still tightly in his hand, his eyes revealing an indescribable indifference and indifference.

Ling Xiao walked over slowly, his steps steady and calm, as if the fierce battle just now had no effect on him.

He casually picked up the other person's storage ring, touched it lightly with his fingertips, but without even looking at it, he put it away directly. His action was so casual, as if it was just a trivial matter.

Then he raised his eyes and looked towards the city wall, his gaze was deep and calm, as if he could see through everything.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a faint smile, and his tone was filled with a hint of disdain and contempt: "It's too boring to send such a waste here to die. Otherwise, you all come together and let me see how much ability you Soul Clan have."

On the city wall, Hun Wuxu frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on Ling Xiao. He could clearly feel that Ling Xiao's aura was different from before, stronger than when he saw him in the dense forest that day.

It was a qualitative leap, as if Ling Xiao had made a new breakthrough in a short period of time.

Recalling the battle that day, Hun Wuxu couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Although Ling Xiao was very powerful at that time, he was still just an ant in front of him. He could kill him in an instant.

However, today's Ling Xiao is no longer the same as before. His strength is comparable to Zhang Ruochen, the one who once made him feel difficult.

Hun Wuxu knew that he could no longer easily defeat Ling Xiao as he did before. Although he was confident that he could eventually defeat Ling Xiao, it would definitely be a tough battle that would require him to pay a greater price.

This made him feel a little wary and in awe of Ling Xiao, and at the same time, it also made him more determined to get rid of him as soon as possible.

"This guy is teasing us!" The soul gnashed his teeth, his eyes flashing with anger, as if he wanted to eat Ling Xiao alive. He clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly, and it was obvious that he was extremely angry.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Hun Wuxu with a firm gaze, his voice filled with unquestionable determination: "Let me go, I want to kill him! We can't let him humiliate our Hun Clan so arrogantly!"

The soul was obviously furious.