Chapter 13740 Come and fuck me

Chapter 13740 Come and fuck me
Everyone's faces were filled with hesitation and fear. They looked at the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in Ling Xiao's hand as if they saw the scythe of the god of death, and did not dare to step forward easily.

The middle-aged man turned his head angrily and glared at his subordinates who were shrinking back, his eyes almost spitting fire: "What are you all standing there for? Are you scared to death by a brat?" But the only response he got was dead silence.

The wind howled on the desolate ancient battlefield, raising layers of sand and stones, making a sharp whistling sound. The strange light emitted by the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, under the reflection of the blood moon, enveloped the entire battlefield in a gloomy atmosphere.

The middle-aged man was wearing a dark purple robe, the corners of his clothes fluttering in the strong wind. His face suddenly darkened, like the sky before a storm, terrifyingly gloomy.

Then, he jumped up in rage, his voice resounding throughout the battlefield like a bell: "A bunch of idiots! That guy is clearly bluffing, now is the perfect time to kill him! Once the Qin family arrives, we will never have a chance to seize the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword. Not only will our efforts fail, but we will also lose our heads when we return to the clan!"

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes full of hesitation and fear. Their eyes moved back and forth between Ling Xiao and the middle-aged man, unable to make up their minds.

At this moment, Ling Xiao, who was not far away, raised his mouth slightly, revealing a sly smile, and laughed loudly:
"That's right, I was just bluffing! I'm seriously injured now, and my spiritual power is about to be exhausted. Come and fight me! If you kill me now, I will definitely not be able to resist. Please, don't let me go, otherwise people will think we are in the same group!"

Ling Xiao's voice echoed in the strong wind, with a hint of teasing and provocation.

After hearing this, everyone was speechless and embarrassed. Seeing this scene, the faces of the strong men of the Feather Clan suddenly became extremely ugly. They knew in their hearts that Ling Xiao was deliberately luring them to take action, but they were not sure whether this was a trap he set.

At this time, the middle-aged man who was the leader of the Feather Clan was so angry that he was fuming. Veins popped out on his forehead and he roared again: "You like to pretend, right? Then keep pretending! Listen, whoever dares to stop and return to the clan today will be sentenced to death! Whoever retreats, I will kill him with my own hands!"

His voice was filled with majesty and anger, which made people shudder.

After the voice fell, those who were originally afraid of Ling Xiao no longer dared to hesitate.

They knew that if they dealt with Ling Xiao, they might still have a chance of survival; but if they really stopped and returned to the clan, they would surely die. Faced with the choice of life and death, they gritted their teeth, abandoned Qin Xianglan, and rushed towards Ling Xiao like hungry wolves.

A hint of cruelty flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He knew in his heart that using the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword would indeed consume a huge amount of energy, but if these people thought he was weak and could be bullied and dared to kill him, he also had the means to fight with his life, but he just didn't want to be exposed easily.

Real and fake, real and fake, he wanted to let these people know how heavy the price of underestimating him was. Ling Xiao held the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword tightly with both hands, and the sword body trembled slightly, as if responding to the master's fighting spirit.
The wind raged over the battlefield, howling like ghosts and wolves, sweeping up the sand and rocks on the ground, forming small sandstorms. The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was inserted in the center of the field, and the sword body emitted a cold light, as if telling of its bloody past, filling the surrounding air with a murderous aura.

Ling Xiao's originally lazy eyes suddenly became as sharp as an eagle, and his aura suddenly rose. The people of the Feather Tribe, who had already mustered up their courage and rushed over like hungry wolves, were stunned as if they were cast under a spell after seeing Ling Xiao's sudden change.

Their steps came to an abrupt halt, and the expressions on their faces changed from the initial fierceness to horror in an instant. Some even had their legs trembling slightly, and the weapons in their hands shook unconsciously.

"Oh my god, we almost succeeded, why did you stop, you bunch of losers!" Ling Xiao was so angry that he stomped his feet, with a look of disappointment on his face, and muttered to himself: Why did these guys fail at the critical moment?

When the people of the Feather Clan heard this, they felt a surge of blood rushing to their hearts, and they almost vomited blood. They looked at each other, feeling extremely aggrieved. They could clearly feel that Ling Xiao was like a candle that was about to burn out, and was already at the end of his strength.

As long as they rushed forward regardless of everything, they could definitely kill Ling Xiao with their numbers. However, Ling Xiao's past cunning behavior made them feel wary.

They were worried that Ling Xiao had some deadly trump card. If they rushed forward rashly, they would undoubtedly seek their own death. When they thought of this, everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to take that step.

Just as everyone was hesitating, a sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from afar. A group of strong men were seen riding on flying swords, flying towards the battlefield like a meteor chasing the moon. They were wearing the unique costumes of the Qin family and had extraordinary momentum. They were the reinforcements of the Qin family.

Seeing this scene, the strong men of the Feather Clan stopped in their tracks. The face of the middle-aged man in the lead suddenly became as gloomy as ink. He looked up at the sky, and his hands unconsciously clenched, his nails deeply embedded in his palms.

The Qin family's people came, and the situation became tricky. It became almost impossible to kill Qin Xianglan or snatch the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.

"Who wants this?" Ling Xiao raised his lips and showed a meaningful smile. He flicked his wrist and threw the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword directly out. The sword drew a black arc in the air, like a call of death.

This is undoubtedly an open conspiracy.

Everyone knows that in Zhaixinglou City, this sword once caused a bloody storm, which destroyed the Demon Tower and Zhengqi Hall, and even the Holy Envoy Zhuxue of the Holy Hall died there. However, people always find it difficult to resist the temptation of greed.

Although they knew that the sword was full of dangers, everyone felt that they were different and that they were capable of wielding it and would not repeat the mistakes of their predecessors. At this moment, the eyes of the Feather Clan began to flicker, and a fierce battle between reason and greed began in their hearts.

The Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword was quietly suspended in the center of the venue. The sword body was like a cold pond, and a cold light was continuously emanating from it. It intertwined with the murderous aura brought by the howling wind, forming a powerful sense of oppression, making everyone present feel as if they were strangled by an invisible giant hand, and their breathing became rapid and difficult.

In this depressing atmosphere, everyone's eyes flickered due to their greed for the power contained in the Black Sky Sword, like vicious wolves about to pounce, staring at their prey.

The middle-aged man who led the Feather Clan, Elder Yuhuo, had a face as dark as ink. He knew very well how dangerous this sword was.