Chapter 13464 Test

Chapter 13464 Test
In that dark and deep space, Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with determination and coldness. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to take all the power between heaven and earth into his chest.

Then, he slowly closed his eyes and silently recited an ancient spell, which was a secret that only the truly strong could comprehend.

When the last syllable fell, a vast and boundless power burst out from his body. It was the Soul of the God-Slaying Sword, a terrifying force that could shake the heavens and the earth.

In his right hand, he tightly grasped a bloodthirsty knife, the blade of which seemed to be entangled with endless resentment and blood, and every swing was accompanied by a heart-pounding whistle; in his left hand, he held the God-Slaying Sword, the blade of which was crystal clear and emitted a faint cold light, like ice from the underworld, able to freeze everything in the world.

The next moment, Ling Xiao rushed forward, his figure shuttled among the skeletons like a ghost. Sharp knife light and sword light intertwined, like two silver dragons circling in the air. In an instant, hundreds of skeletons in front of him were chopped into pieces by this terrifying sword light, turning into flying bone fragments.

Although these skeletons possess strange powers and can continue to recover, the recovery process is not completed instantly but requires a certain amount of time.

Ling Xiao knew this very well, so he did not choose to wait there, but took advantage of this momentum and continued to rush forward with his sword in hand.

Because at the end of the endless darkness, he vaguely saw a hint of unusual light, as if something was lying there quietly, waiting for him to discover.

Along the way, Ling Xiao's figure was like a flash of lightning. Wherever he passed, bones and skeletons were shattered under this terrifying sword. No one could stop him. However, as time went on, Ling Xiao gradually felt the pressure.

Because the skeletons around seemed endless, more and more enemies came from all directions, some waving their bone claws, some opening their black eye sockets and letting out miserable roars, trying to stop Ling Xiao's progress.

Although Ling Xiao was very powerful, facing the tidal wave of enemies, he had to stop temporarily, adjust his breathing, and prepare for a more intense battle.

In this dim and depressing space, wherever Ling Xiao's eyes could see, there were densely packed skeletons. They were surging in like a tide. There were so many of them, at least a hundred thousand. At a glance, it seemed as if the entire world was occupied by them.

What is even more frightening is that after being defeated, these skeletons can quickly re-condense from the ground or the air, as if they have immortal bodies and are endless.

The most outrageous thing is that as time goes by, these skeletons seem to become stronger. Their movements are faster and their attacks are more fierce. Every time they swing their bone claws or swing their rotten swords, they carry a terrifying force that is enough to tear apart space.

Ling Xiao could clearly feel that before, with each blow of his sword and knife, he could kill at least hundreds of skeletons, but now, even if he tried his best, he could only barely kill a dozen. This huge contrast made him feel powerless.

This brought Ling Xiao tremendous pressure. Fine beads of sweat began to seep out of his forehead, and his breathing became rapid. He knew very well that if he continued like this, he would sooner or later be drowned by these endless skeletons.

Ling Xiao's face turned ugly. He clenched his teeth, held the sword tightly with both hands, and put all his strength into every swing. However, it seemed that these corpses would never be killed. There were so many that he had killed so many that his hands were tired and his arms were so sore that he could hardly lift them.

"What kind of test is this?" Ling Xiao roared in his heart. He couldn't understand why he was in such a desperate situation.

But at this moment, he had no time to think about it, because the skeletons around him were constantly approaching, with greed and murderous light flashing in their eyes, as if they wanted to devour him completely.

Ling Xiao took a deep breath and temporarily suppressed the fear and fatigue in his heart. He knew that the only thing he could do now was to kill, to kill crazily!

He wielded the sword, and each attack was filled with determination and anger, as if he wanted to pour out all his unwillingness and despair on these skeletons.

In this endless darkness, Ling Xiao's figure was like a flash of lightning, constantly shuttling among the skeletons. Every time he swung his sword, it was accompanied by the sound of flesh and bones being separated, which was the testimony of his struggle against fate.

In this dim space, the passage of time seemed to have lost its meaning. Ling Xiao felt that everything around him was in an endless cycle. Every swing of the sword and every dodge seemed to be repeating the same action, while the fatigue of the body continued to accumulate.

He didn't know how long he had been fighting, maybe an hour, or maybe a day, or even longer. In short, this period of time felt so long, so long that he almost lost all his patience and strength.

Sweat continued to drip from his forehead, soaking his clothes, and his chest rose and fell violently with every breath. Ling Xiao could clearly feel that his physical strength was rapidly fading, and the power of each sword swing was weakening, and even his footsteps became heavy.

He knew that he had reached his limit, and if he continued like this, he might not be able to hold on any longer.

However, the moment he relaxed a little, the skeletons seemed to sense his fatigue and pounced on him. Their white bone claws drew ferocious arcs in the air, with a piercing whistle, as if they wanted to tear him into pieces.

Ling Xiao's face was grim and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. He knew that he could not fall down, otherwise he would be in an irretrievable situation.

He quickly took out a bottle of pills from his arms. These were the pills he had spent a lot of time and effort to refine over this period of time. Each pill contained rich energy.

Ling Xiao grabbed a handful of pills without hesitation and stuffed them into his mouth. The pills melted in his mouth and turned into a warm current that flowed into his body, instantly replenishing his lost physical strength and consumed source power.

Fortunately, he knew how to make pills, and fortunately, he had obtained a lot of pills during this period, otherwise he really couldn't imagine how long he could have lasted.

However, even so, Ling Xiao still felt a little helpless.

There was not a single bit of energy in these skeletons, so he could not use his Heaven-Devouring Demonic Technique at all. Otherwise, he could use this powerful technique to devour the energy in these skeletons to replenish himself, but now, he could only rely on elixirs and his own strength to hold on.

"Since you want to fight me, I will fight you to the end!" Ling Xiao's mouth curled up into a sneer, which contained endless ridicule for the enemy and absolute confidence in his own strength.