Chapter 13801 You will also be hurt

As a well-known sword maniac in the martial arts world, he had been able to quickly defeat his enemies with absolute advantage in countless battles in the past. However, today, facing the seemingly young Ling Xiao in front of him, he was unable to defeat him.

The long-standing self-confidence in his heart suddenly rippled a little at this moment, and an unprecedented sense of anxiety quietly grew in his heart like a vine.

"Hmph!" He couldn't help but snort coldly. The snort seemed to come from the Netherworld, carrying with it endless chillness and resentment.

Following this cold snort, the jet-black long sword in his hand began to tremble violently, and the runes on the blade glowed brightly, as if activated by a mysterious and powerful force. In an instant, the air around the blade was stirred wildly, condensing into a terrifying black blade light.

The blade light was as thick as ink, emitting a chilling aura, as if it could devour all the light in the world. In the blink of an eye, the black blade light quickly changed, turning into a huge black cross. Every line of the cross flashed with cold murderous intent, and it slashed towards Ling Xiao frantically with a devastating force.

"Bang!" At this critical moment, the two forces collided with each other, as if two stars collided violently in the universe.

In an instant, the whole world was eclipsed, and the terrifying energy fluctuations spread wildly around the two people like a raging tsunami. Wherever they went, the air was instantly compressed, making a deafening explosion.

The entire Zhaixing Tower City shook violently under the impact of this powerful force, like a lone boat in a strong wind.

The building, which had already been on the verge of collapse in the previous battle, could no longer withstand the destructive force and collapsed. Bricks and stones flew everywhere, dust filled the air, and the entire city was instantly shrouded in darkness.

When the smoke and dust gradually cleared, a tragic scene came into everyone's eyes. Ling Xiao's body was like a piece of rag, deeply embedded in the wall in the distance.

There was a deep dent on his chest that was shocking, and there was a wisp of smoke coming out of it, emitting a smell of burnt flesh. His face was as pale as paper, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his breath was weak, looking like he was at the end of his strength.

However, what was shocking was that although Dugu Sheng was still standing there with his body upright, a bright red knife scar was clearly visible on his chest.

The knife wound was so deep that the bone was visible. Blood was constantly oozing out from the wound, staining his clothes red. He was particularly eye-catching on this chaotic battlefield.

In the sky, the white-robed chief priest witnessed this scene, and his originally calm and composed expression instantly turned extremely ugly. His eyes widened with a look of disbelief.

In his mind, Dugu Sheng was one of the ten strongest men in the Dazhen Dynasty, and his strength was extraordinary. It should have been easy for him to deal with a junior like Ling Xiao. But now, Dugu Sheng was actually injured by Ling Xiao, which completely overturned his cognition and made it difficult for him to accept it for a while.

His heart was filled with doubt and shock, and he thought to himself: Ling Xiao should have been suppressed in this battle, what was going on? Why did such an unexpected change occur?

At this time, in a very hidden corner outside the city, a thin man with cunning eyes looked at Qin Feng cautiously, with a hint of urgency and excitement in his tone, and whispered: "Boss, Ling Xiao is probably no longer able to survive. If we take action now, it might be a good opportunity!"

As he spoke, he rubbed his hands, with greed flashing in his eyes, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

Hearing this, Qin Feng slowly shook his head. His eyes were deep and calm, like a deep cold pool in the night sky, seeing through everything in the world.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked in the direction of the battlefield, and said in a deep voice: "Not necessarily! If Ling Xiao could be killed so easily, he would not have become the nightmare of the Holy Hall. He has come all the way, experienced countless hardships and obstacles, and was able to counterattack in desperate situations every time. How could he be defeated so easily?"

After a pause, he continued:

"Besides, if we start now, how many of us will die? That Shen Lin is extremely powerful, and Shen Ling, who lost an arm, is seriously injured, but he is still powerful and is not someone to be trifled with. If we start now, we will become their target, and we will suffer heavy losses."

His voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to be carefully considered.

"Then should we continue waiting?" the subordinate asked unwillingly.

Qin Feng nodded, his eyes still fixed on the battlefield, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile, and said: "Go on, at this point, I'm actually looking forward to this kid being able to come up with a more powerful trump card, otherwise this battle will be too boring."

After saying this, he folded his arms across his chest, quietly waiting for further developments on the battlefield, as if waiting for a more exciting drama to begin.

The battlefield was in a mess, with broken walls looming in the smoke and dust. The ruins exuded a pungent smell of dust and blood, interweaving into a tragic apocalyptic scene. Just as everyone's eyes were still focused on Ling Xiao's tragic appearance of being embedded in the wall after being seriously injured, something strange happened.

A strange blood light suddenly appeared around Ling Xiao's body, and the blood light was like flowing liquid, quickly enveloping him. Then, with a flash of blood light, Ling Xiao seemed to merge into the void, and instantly disappeared from the collapsed ruins, as if he had never existed there.

Everyone was stunned, their eyes filled with astonishment and confusion, and they looked around for his whereabouts. However, they stared with their eyes wide open, but still could not catch sight of Ling Xiao's figure, leaving only confusion and bewilderment.

No one expected that Ling Xiao's target was the Templar warriors who were high up in the sky, overlooking the battle.

At this moment, in the sky, more than a dozen powerful men from the Holy Temple were floating in the clouds. They were wearing uniform white robes and emitting holy light under the sun. However, in this chaotic battlefield, their holiness seemed so out of place.

They stared at the battle below with grim eyes, the weapons in their hands flashing cold light, as if ready to deal a fatal blow to the enemy at any time.

In an instant, the power of the Blood Tribulation True Devil erupted again, like a sleeping ancient demon god awakening, releasing endless terrifying aura. With the place where Ling Xiao disappeared as the center, a suffocating suction force suddenly formed, like an invisible black hole, and began to frantically devour everything around it.

The surrounding air was instantly sucked out, forming small vacuum vortices that emitted sharp whistling sounds. In the sky, the dozen or so Saint Hall warriors who were originally suspended in the air, under this sudden and terrifying suction, flew uncontrollably and rapidly towards the direction where Ling Xiao disappeared. (End of this chapter)