Chapter 13739 You kid is being mysterious again

The three men spread out in a fan shape, their eyes as sharp as hawks, fixed on Ling Xiao. They moved their feet slightly, assuming an attacking posture ready to go, obviously intending to press on the victory and attack again.

Ling Xiao slowly raised his head, a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes revealed madness and determination.

He looked at the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand. The magic patterns on the sword body flickered, as if responding to the call of the master. "You have been a burden to me for a long time. It's time for you to do something. Don't always act like a big shot." Ling Xiao gritted his teeth and said word by word, his voice full of reluctance and expectation.

After saying that, he flicked his wrist and quickly put the Bloodthirsty Knife and the God-Slaying Sword into the storage space. He held the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword tightly with both hands, and the spiritual power in his body was like a surging tide, continuously pouring into the sword. The Black Sky Sword let out a shrill scream, and the demonic energy around the sword rolled, forming a huge black vortex.

Ling Xiao shouted, kicked the ground with both feet, and rushed towards the three strong men like a black lightning. As he moved, the Black Sky Sword in his hand, with endless demonic energy, drew a strange arc and slashed fiercely.

A terrifying force flashed across the scene, and wherever it passed, the space seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, making a sizzling sound.

Not far in front of him, the sixth-level expert in the Star Realm who was rushing in the front had a fierce look on his face, and his eyes were filled with fear. He tried to avoid this fatal blow, leaning back desperately, waving his hands in panic, trying to gather spiritual power to resist.

But it was all in vain, the terrifying sword energy followed him like a shadow and pierced through his body in an instant.

The other two hurriedly stopped when they saw this, with expressions of shock and disbelief on their faces. They stared at the strong man with wide eyes, and at this moment, the strong man's body was split in half from the middle, and blood gushed out.

However, what was strange was that the blood did not spill on the ground, but turned into a pool of black blood and merged into the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword.

After the Black Sky Sword absorbed the black blood, the magic patterns on the sword became clearer, and the blade flashed a more ferocious light, like a hungry beast, ready to pounce again at any time.

Seeing this scene, the strong men of the Feather Clan present looked at each other in shock and fear. They whispered to each other with fear in their voices: "One sword turned the whole person into a pool of black blood? This Demon Lord Black Sky Sword is worthy of being the treasure of the Demon Sect. It is so powerful."

At this moment, everyone stared at Ling Xiao, as if they were looking at a demon that could explode at any time. Ling Xiao felt everyone's gaze, his heart tightened, and he turned around involuntarily.

Suddenly, a strong backlash surged from his body. He could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow". The blood spilled on the ground, shocking. Immediately, his face turned pale and his body was about to collapse.

"Hasn't the Qin family's people arrived yet? If they don't come, I'm going to die here today." Ling Xiao forced himself to stay together and looked at Qin Xianglan, his voice carrying a hint of anxiety and helplessness.

"He... he seems to have been bitten back by the sword, and he is weak right now..." A warrior from the Feather Clan said in a low voice, with a hint of excitement and greed in his voice.

"Wait a minute, this guy is extremely cunning, don't be fooled, he might just be luring us on purpose." The middle-aged man in the lead frowned and shook his head.

His eyes swept back and forth between Ling Xiao and Qin Xianglan, and finally locked onto Qin Xianglan: "Don't worry about this kid for now, kill that Qin Xianglan!" Following his orders, the powerful men of the Feather Clan became restless again, and a new crisis was about to break out.

After saying that, the demonic energy around Ling Xiao suddenly surged violently. The already ferocious Demon Lord Black Sky Sword now had demonic patterns moving on the sword like a living thing, emitting a spine-chilling scream.

His eyes suddenly became icy cold, like a wolf waiting to devour its prey. Without hesitation, he turned around and rushed towards Qin Xianglan.

The fierce demonic energy wrapped around his figure, leaving a trail of scorch marks on the ground. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, making a sizzling sound.

However, in this split second, several shrill screams broke the silent night sky.

Ling Xiao's figure shuttled through the crowd like a ghost, and the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand was like a black lightning, carrying the power to destroy the world, and instantly cut through the throats of seven high-level Baoyuan realm powerhouses.

The seven warriors didn't even have time to react, and they slowly fell down with shocked expressions on their faces. Their blood gushed out, but it didn't fall to the ground. Instead, it was greedily absorbed by the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword. The sword body became darker and exuded a chilling aura.

Ling Xiao's face instantly turned as pale as paper, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his body began to tremble slightly, obviously suffering from a huge backlash. He forced himself to kneel on one knee, gasping for air, and every breath was accompanied by a painful groan.

Seeing this scene, everyone's faces turned pale instantly. The Feather Clan warriors looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and fear. "He killed seven peak Bao Yuan Realm warriors with one sword, is he still a human?" Someone in the crowd exclaimed in a low voice, with endless fear in his voice.

All the members of the Feather Tribe looked at Ling Xiao. This time, their eyes were filled with fear and even terror. Even the middle-aged man in the lead had an extremely ugly expression. He clenched his hands into fists, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

He had known the horror of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, but he had never expected it to be so terrifying. This sword had such power in Ling Xiao's hands. If it fell into the hands of their Feather Clan, wouldn't it be even more powerful? Thinking of this, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

Ling Xiao raised his head, his mouth wide open, revealing a weird smile: "I just gave you this sword, but you didn't want it. Now that I use it, you are unhappy again? Look at how cowardly you all are. I'm in this state, and you still don't dare to attack me? Come on, come and hit me, you bunch of cowards!"

His voice, though weak, was full of provocation and echoed throughout the battlefield.

The middle-aged man who was the leader of the Feather Clan had a face so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. It was a great shame and humiliation for a group of people like them to be humiliated by a brat whose realm was much lower than theirs, and they could do nothing about it.

"Hmph, stop playing tricks on me, kid. This sword is definitely not something you can wield at your level. You are pretending to be mysterious so that we will be afraid of you. Do you really think that we dare not take action? Listen to my orders, attack together, he is already very weak." He shouted loudly, trying to boost morale.

After saying this, the man who was the leader of the Feather Tribe was about to rush out, but he soon discovered that, except for himself, no one else moved. (End of this chapter)