Chapter 13738: One against 1?

The middle-aged man shouted viciously, his eyes as sinister as a poisonous snake as he glanced at the powerful Feathered Clan members around him.

He suddenly waved his hands in the air, his movements opening and closing, like a general commanding a huge army and winning a battle thousands of miles away, and shouted fiercely: "Let's do it together, be quick, don't leave him any chance! Listen to me, if anyone dares to slack off and ruin this big thing, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Following this order, thirty-six figures moved instantly, like arrows shot from a bow, rushing towards Ling Xiao at high speed. The wings behind these feather tribe warriors slowly spread out, and each feather flashed with a sharp light, like a carefully polished blade.

The spiritual energy surged around them, and the rich spiritual energy formed small spiritual vortexes, sucking the surrounding sand and stones into them. For a moment, the sand and stones flew, and the scene was quite spectacular. They knew in their hearts that Ling Xiao was cunning and every word he said might contain a mystery, like a trap hidden in the dark.

He must not be given a chance to breathe. As long as Ling Xiao is killed, no matter how evil the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword is, it is just a weapon without the control of its master. With their means, they will always find a way to subdue it.

Seeing the thirty-six people rushing towards him aggressively, Ling Xiao frowned, feeling helpless and annoyed. He never thought that his fame would become a fatal burden at this moment.

They knew his style of doing things very well, and did not give him any room for negotiation or bargaining. This was one against thirty-six, and there were three sixth-level masters in the other camp.

Ling Xiao knew clearly in his mind that with his current strength, he could barely hold on for a while against a sixth-level master of the Star Realm with his exquisite martial arts and tenacious willpower, but facing three of them would undoubtedly be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot or an egg hitting a rock, and he had no chance of winning at all.

Ling Xiao's eyes rolled around like a cunning fox thinking about a strategy.

Suddenly, a seemingly relaxed smile appeared on his face, and he said calmly: "I gave you the treasure, but you don't want it, so forget it. I will call the Qin family over now, because they also covet this sword. I want to see who will get the sword in the end. Humph, don't regret it then!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed like a black lightning and instantly came to Qin Xianglan's side. His fingers were as nimble as flying, and he tapped her body several times quickly, untying the restraints with skillful techniques.

Then, he lowered his voice and said to Qin Xianglan: "Contact your people and ask them to come over quickly. Whether we can survive depends entirely on them."

Ling Xiao knew that Qin Xianglan would definitely cooperate with him in order to survive. At this critical moment, their only chance of survival might be whether the Qin family reinforcements could arrive in time...

As Ling Xiao expected, Qin Xianglan quickly moved her fingertips to perform a unique spell, and strands of faint blue light rose from her palms, and then condensed into the shape of a lively carrier pigeon. This carrier pigeon, transformed by spiritual power, flapped its glittering wings and quickly disappeared into the night with Qin Xianglan's voice transmission.

Not long after, Qin Xianglan's expression relaxed, and she turned to Ling Xiao and said, "They are nearby, and will appear in less than half an incense stick of time."

Hearing this, the faces of the Yu Clan members instantly darkened like the dark clouds before a storm. The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide, with a fierce light in his eyes, and roared viciously: "What are you doing? Even if the Qin family comes, we must take this treasure! Go ahead, kill them!"

As this roar fell, the spiritual energy around the Feather Clan surged wildly, and they all sacrificed their own magic weapons. In an instant, dozens of streams of light swept towards Ling Xiao and Qin Xianglan, and wherever they passed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

Ling Xiao smiled coldly, his eyes as sharp as lightning.

The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword that was originally inserted into the ground seemed to sense the fighting spirit of its master. The sword body trembled violently, emitting a dragon-like humming sound, and suddenly flew up. A black sword light flashed across the night sky like a flash of lightning, cutting off several nearby high-level Feather Clan masters in the Bao Yuan Realm.

These masters didn't even have time to let out a scream before they turned into blood mist and dissipated in the air. Then, the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword returned steadily to Ling Xiao's hands like a bird returning to its nest.

"If you don't want this sword, then I'll just use it for fun." Ling Xiao said with a playful smile on his face.

The faces of the Feather Clan members became increasingly gloomy, like the bottom of a pot. The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "I knew this kid was up to no good, but I didn't expect him to be so treacherous. It turns out that he threw out the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword just to wait for this moment to launch a sneak attack."

"I'll help!" Qin Xianglan shouted. As a third-level warrior in the Star Realm, her strength should not be underestimated. With a flick of her right hand, a long sword with a cold glow instantly appeared. Runes flowed on the sword, emitting a powerful aura.

Her figure was as fast as lightning as she charged towards those Baoyuan realm warriors. Every time she swung her sword, a sharp sword energy was created, forcing the surrounding Yu clan masters to retreat step by step.

Ling Xiao smiled. It seemed that Qin Xianglan had figured it out. He turned his eyes and locked onto the three sixth-level masters of the Star Realm. At this moment, the Five Dragon Technique and the power of the ancestors in Ling Xiao's body surged out like a volcanic eruption.

Five golden dragons surrounded him, each with its fangs bared and claws waving, making deafening roars. At the same time, he held the Bloodthirsty Blade and the God-Slaying Sword in his hands, the blades flashing with blood, while the swords radiated a sacred light.

"Kill!" Ling Xiao shouted, gathering all his strength on his two swords, and slashed at the three sixth-level masters of the Star Realm. In an instant, a brilliant knife light and a dazzling sword light intertwined, cutting through the night sky and sweeping towards the enemy.

However, the three Star Realm Sixth Level masters were too powerful. The three of them looked at each other and attacked at the same time, and three powerful spiritual power storms formed instantly. These three storms intertwined with each other and turned into an indestructible barrier, blocking Ling Xiao's attack.

Boom! With a loud noise, a powerful air wave instantly spread out in all directions, sweeping up the surrounding sand and rocks, forming a huge sandstorm. Ling Xiao flew out in an instant like a kite with its string cut.

It flew for hundreds of meters and finally fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

In a one-on-one situation, Ling Xiao might be able to fight on equal terms with a sixth-level Star Realm expert, but in a one-on-three situation, he was completely suppressed and had no power to fight back.

Ling Xiao fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust and rubble flying around him. Before he could catch his breath, the spiritual energy of the three sixth-level Star Realm masters in front of him surged wildly again. (End of this chapter)