Chapter 13812 shocked everyone
Chapter 13812 shocked everyone
Ling Xiao's posture was as strong as a pine tree, yet he slowly knelt on one knee with a resolute and tragic attitude.
The blade tightly grasped in his hand was like a blade of judgment from hell, with an extremely sharp edge and murderous aura, and wrapped in a tremendous force, as he stabbed fiercely at the ground. The force was so great that it seemed to split the solid earth in half, allowing all things in the world to witness his indomitable spirit and struggle.
The blade rubbed violently against the ground. In an instant, the harsh sound was like a bunch of sharp steel needles, piercing everyone's eardrums, making their teeth ache and unbearable.
The blood, like an enchanting yet deadly flower, meandered down the blade and flowed all the way. The bright red color was like the most tragic sunset in the sky, shocking to the eyes. It soon dyed his arms crimson, as if he was wearing a layer of bloody arm armor.
The scales on his body, which were originally indestructible and like a steel barrier, could no longer bear the weight of this fierce and almost crazy battle, and cracked into tiny but hideous bloody holes.
Every bloody wound was like a curse mark carved mercilessly by the God of Fate. Blood gushed out from these bloody wounds continuously, dripping rhythmically along the tip of the knife, one drop, two drops... gradually gathering on the ground into a small pool of blood.
The pool of blood flickered with an eerie and cold light under the inky light, as if it was an evil call from the abyss of hell, exuding a terrifying aura.
Ling Xiao slowly raised his head. At this moment, his eyes were like two burning flames, and the flames were filled with endless murderous intent and a will to die rather than surrender.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle and as bright as a torch as he slowly swept over Dugu Sheng and others in the distance.
At this moment, the blood color in his eyes had not yet completely faded. The blood color, which was so rich that it was almost material, seemed to be the concrete manifestation of the hatred and anger deep in his heart, which was daunting.
The powerful men of the Holy Temple hiding in the sky originally still held on to a glimmer of luck and arrogance, but when Ling Xiao's intimidating gaze swept across like lightning, they were as if hit by an invisible powerful force, and they all took a half step back in fear.
Their bodies trembled slightly, like fallen leaves shaking in the autumn wind. Their eyes were filled with fear and panic. They were afraid of being locked by such a physical gaze, as if that gaze could easily tear their souls into countless pieces.
In another ruin on the battlefield, Dugu Sheng was like a deeply wounded, desperate and desperate beast, curled up and huddled among the ruins.
The remaining half of his body was being mercilessly licked by the raging fire. The flames were like the tongue of a devil, greedily devouring his life.
The flames licked his skin, making sizzling sounds, and each sound was like a painful groan from the depths of his soul, echoing in the silent battlefield, adding a bit of desolation and despair.
The black knife in his hand, which was once so majestic, invincible on the battlefield and frightened countless people, could no longer withstand the pressure of the battle. It cracked into shocking cracks and the fragments scattered all over the ground, just like his broken heart at this moment.
These fragments are being burned little by little under the high temperature, emitting a pungent and unpleasant smell, as if whispering about the past glory and current decline, which is really sad.
Dugu Sheng endured the severe pain in his body. The pain was like a sharp steel knife, stirring wildly in his body. However, his eyes were fixed on the increasingly hideous and terrifying bloodthirsty knife in Ling Xiao's hand.
The knife seemed to be infused with an evil soul, emitting a creepy, evil and powerful aura, as if declaring its dominance to the world.
There was a flash of realization and enlightenment in his eyes, as if at this moment, he finally understood why this man could be recognized by the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.
This was not just a matter of luck, but more of Ling Xiao's breathtaking strength, his unwavering will to never give in no matter what difficulties he faced, and some mysterious and unreasonably connected relationship between him and the magic sword.
He finally understood why Ling Xiao could make so many powerful people tremble with fear.
In this cruel world where the strong are respected and the weak are preyed upon, Ling Xiao is like a towering, insurmountable mountain that everyone can only look up to and stand in awe of.
Not far away, Qin Feng's body was shaking slightly uncontrollably, his nails dug deeply into his palms, as if he wanted to pinch a bloody hole in his palms.
His knuckles had turned white from excessive exertion, like dry bones covered in frost and snow in winter.
The cold sweat on his back had already soaked through his robe. The wet robe stuck to his body like a layer of icy armor, making him feel a biting chill spreading from his spine to his entire body.
The aftermath of the battle just now, like a surging, overwhelming tide, swept through their hiding place without warning.
Under the impact of such powerful force, his two accomplices could not help but spurt out blood on the spot, and their bodies fell down like kites with broken strings, and their life or death was unknown.
If he hadn't reacted quickly and deployed the protective treasure in time, relying on the light and powerful energy emitted by the treasure to form an indestructible protective shield in an instant, I'm afraid that all the Thirteen Thieves except him would have died here and died on this cruel battlefield.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with fear and relief. He was afraid of Ling Xiao's terrifying strength that was beyond imagination, and he was relieved that he had walked through the gates of hell and was lucky enough to survive.
At this moment, Ling Xiao was filled with a terrifying aura, like a demon god who had struggled to crawl out of the Nine Nether Hell.
Under his feet, the remains of the strong man are gradually disappearing, which is the testimony of his heroic fight; above his head, the terrifying thunderclouds have not yet completely dissipated, and the lightning is flashing, as if making the final roar for this thrilling battle.
The aura between heaven and earth seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, forming a violent vortex around him, as if the whole world was expressing deep awe and fear for this young man who dared to transform into a demon and fight.
The power of that sword was so strong that it was beyond imagination, and its influence was so far-reaching that in the countless years that followed, whenever the warriors of Zhaixing Tower City mentioned this incident, their bodies could not help but tremble slightly, as if the horrifying scene appeared before their eyes.
Qin Feng and others stood aside, their faces filled with horror.
Their eyes were fixed on Ling Xiao, their hearts filled with disbelief.
Such an earth-shattering feat was actually accomplished by a young boy? This really overturned all their previous perceptions.
Below, after Ling Xiao swung the sword that was powerful enough to change the world, he felt as if all the strength in his body was drained away in an instant, and he fell heavily to one knee.












