Chapter 13599 Short-distance Transmission Holy Mark

At the same time, Ling Xiao also activated the power of the originator. The internal force in his body was like a surging tide, surging wildly. Every cell was cheering and releasing endless energy.

For a moment, Ling Xiao's aura skyrocketed at a terrifying speed, as if it was about to break through the sky. The surrounding space was distorted and deformed by his breath, making a "sizzling" sound.

Then, he stomped his feet hard, and the ground cracked instantly. Cracks spread out like spider webs. He rushed towards the sword demon at a terrifying speed, as fast as a meteor across the night sky.

In his mind, Dao Mo was the weakest among the few people, and he was also the target that he was most confident of killing with one strike. Moreover, Dao Mo was trying to interfere with Chong Tian's rescue, which he could not tolerate.

He knew very well that once the sword demon successfully reached the water prison, Chongtian's rescue plan would most likely fail, and he and his friends would be doomed. So, no matter what, he could not let the sword demon succeed. He had only one belief in his heart: to stop the sword demon and protect hope.

Although they were in the forbidden treasure formation and could not use any treasures, this was also a restriction for the enemy. The sword demon's defensive treasures also lost their effectiveness due to the forbidden treasure formation, just like a beast without armor.

Ling Xiao knew in his heart that this was his chance, his only chance of survival in this desperate situation. As long as he used all his strength to launch this attack, with his now skyrocketing strength, he would definitely be able to kill the Sword Demon.

At this critical moment, Ling Xiao's internal energy was like raging magma, surging wildly in his meridians, as if to break through the shackles of his body. Every inch of his skin was slightly red due to the excessive internal energy, and his whole body was like a volcano about to erupt, containing endless power.

Ling Xiao increased his speed to an unprecedented limit. His figure almost turned into a black phantom in the air, so fast that it was difficult to capture with the naked eye.

The wind blew violently, and his hair fluttered wildly like a nimble black python, whipping the air around it, making a hissing sound.

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with a firm and resolute light, which seemed to be able to penetrate all illusions and lock onto his target - the Sword Demon.

The space beneath his feet was twisted by the powerful force, rippling. Every step he took left a blurry afterimage in the air, just like a meteor streaking across the sky, brief but dazzling. The air was torn apart by his high-speed movement, emitting a sharp whistle, as if cheering for his bravery.

When the Blade Demon saw Ling Xiao rushing towards him like lightning, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sneer full of disdain and arrogance. In his eyes, Ling Xiao was just an ant who didn't know his own strength and dared to challenge him in this desperate situation.

The Sword Demon did not retreat, but instead kicked the ground fiercely with both feet, and the ground instantly cracked like a spider web, with gravel flying everywhere. He rushed towards Ling Xiao with an unstoppable momentum, as if he was going to crush Ling Xiao into powder in an instant.

The big knife in his hand flashed with a cold light, and under the sunlight, it reflected a dazzling light, as if announcing to Ling Xiao his fate - death.

"Sword Demon, leave this kid to us, you don't have to intervene." At this moment, Mozhi's sharp voice, like the cry of a night owl, suddenly cut through the noise of the battlefield. At the same time, the Treasure Demon and the Book Demon quickly approached Ling Xiao like ghosts.

The treasure demon danced with his hands quickly, and the rare treasures on his body lit up one after another, releasing colorful lights. These lights intertwined and entangled with each other, forming deadly attacks, like a big net, covering Ling Xiao.

The book demon was muttering something, and the ancient book in his hand turned pages quickly without wind. Every time a page was turned, a mysterious rune flew out of the book, quickly condensing into a powerful spell in the air, carrying the aura of destroying everything, and approaching Ling Xiao.

The two of them cooperated very well, and it was obvious that they were planning to kill Ling Xiao on the spot at this moment.

When the Sword Demon saw this scene, a hideous smile appeared on his face, as if he had already seen the tragic scene of Ling Xiao being beheaded.

He laughed arrogantly and said, "Boy, you dared to attack me when you were surrounded by three high-level masters of Bao Yuan Realm. You are so stupid! In front of our powerful force, you are just a lamb to be slaughtered. Today is the day you die!"

His voice was full of confidence and arrogance, as if the whole world was under his feet and under his control.

However, the next moment, the smile on the sword demon's face froze, his face suddenly turned as pale as paper, his eyes widened, full of fear and disbelief. Ling Xiao suddenly disappeared from the spot, as if he had merged into the air, leaving no trace.

While the Sword Demon was still in shock, Ling Xiao appeared behind him like a ghost, as if by teleportation.

Ling Xiao's figure was illusory yet real, the long sword in his hand flashing a deep cold light, just like a messenger from hell, exuding an endless breath of death. He raised his hand without hesitation and swung out a sword. This sword condensed all his strength and determination, as if to cut off all the darkness in this world.

This was the "Soul Burial" attack that Ling Xiao's ancestor clone had painstakingly comprehended after observing the sword energy of the Black Wind Twin Devils. This move condensed the countless times of speculation and practice of the ancestor clone, and its power was terrifying.

Its power is no less than that of the Heavenly Dragon Seal. Although the power of Ling Xiao's original body when performing this move is slightly inferior to that of the ancestor's clone, but at this moment facing the defenseless and unprepared Sword Demon, the power of this sword is enough to be fatal.

The sword blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistle, as if it was the deadly music played by the god of death. The surrounding space seemed to be torn apart by the sword, and tiny cracks appeared. Strange lights flickered in the cracks, as if they led to another mysterious and dangerous world.

"A holy pattern for short-distance teleportation. When did this guy set up such a holy pattern? Sword Demon, block it quickly!" Upon seeing this, Mozhi's face instantly turned as pale as paper, and his voice was filled with shock and anxiety.

His eyes were wide open, staring at Ling Xiao and Dao Mo, as if he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.

He knew that short-distance transmission of the holy runes was almost the same as teleportation. Even if they were fast, it would take time to stop it. But now, time was running out and they could not help the sword demon in time.

"Master, save me!" Dao Mo finally realized the deadly danger, and his voice was filled with fear and despair. He turned his head frantically and shouted for help in the direction of Chongxuan, because on this battlefield, only Chongxuan's strength and speed could save his life.