Chapter 13820 When did I say 1 on 1?

Chapter 13820 When did I say one-on-one?

Although the one-eyed old ghost failed to top the list of the strongest after the war, his strange and unpredictable skills made everyone tremble with fear.

His moves are unpredictable, sometimes as erratic as a ghost, sometimes as swift as thunder, making it impossible to guard against.

Moreover, his fighting style of not giving up until death is even more daunting. Once you fight with him, it is like falling into a bottomless abyss. He will fight until the last moment until he completely defeats his opponent.

In that war-torn era, his name was like a horrific nightmare, frightening countless people.

Now, his tall and slightly hunched figure suddenly appeared on the battlefield. His appearance was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing an uproar.

It is obvious that the Holy Hall intends to use its absolute strength to crush Ling Xiao this time.

Ling Xiao, a rising star in the martial arts world, has become a thorn in the side of the Holy Hall with his unique magic cultivation method and fearless fighting spirit.

In order to maintain its orthodox status, the Holy Temple did not hesitate to send such a peerless master to deal with him.

Everyone couldn't help but wonder in their hearts, how many such terrifying old guys are hidden in the temple?
The profound heritage of this temple is truly chilling.

They are like a huge iceberg hidden in the darkness. You never know how much powerful force is hidden beneath the water.

The one-eyed old ghost stood there expressionlessly, his cloudy eyes fixed on Ling Xiao not far away, like a hungry beast staring at its prey.

Behind those seemingly calm eyes, there was a surging murderous intent, as if as long as Ling Xiao showed the slightest flaw, he would launch a fatal blow without hesitation.

And Ling Xiao, his tall body was like a towering mountain, standing there firmly, without any intention of retreating.

The red flame patterns on the bloodthirsty knife in his hand became clearer and clearer. Those patterns were like burning flames, emitting a hot breath.

The scarlet blade light shot straight up into the sky from the blade, as if to ignite the entire sky; the powerful momentum made the surrounding air tremble.

Although the God-Slaying Sword standing next to it did not have the terrifying aura of the Bloodthirsty Knife at this moment, it also seemed to sense the anger in the heart of its master. The sword body trembled slightly, exuding a strong desire to fight.

It is like its owner's most loyal companion, always ready to fight alongside its owner and face the impending danger together.

The one-eyed old ghost suddenly laughed hideously, and that laugh was like the cry of a night owl, which made people shudder.

He said viciously: "I hate demon cultivators the most. You are also a demon cultivator, so let me tear you to pieces!"

That voice was filled with endless hatred and murderous intent.

As Ling Xiao approached the one-eyed old ghost step by step, the one-eyed old ghost suddenly made a surprising move.

He slowly raised his right foot, which was as dry as a stick, and stomped heavily on the ground.

In an instant, the space in front of Ling Xiao began to crack inch by inch like a fragile mirror, and black cracks spread in the air, as if it was the entrance to hell.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of the one-eyed old ghost disappeared mysteriously from the spot, like a wisp of smoke, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

The next moment, a powerful force with a foul smell rushed towards Ling Xiao from behind like a ferocious beast.

This force came with such force that it seemed to crush Ling Xiao completely.

Ling Xiao felt the strong pressure coming from behind. He roared, the sound was as loud as thunder, and he rushed forward like an arrow.

At this critical moment, he had no choice but to put away the Sword of God-Slaying, tightly grasped the Bloodthirsty Knife with both hands, and poured all his strength into the knife.

A blade light containing blood-red light swept out from the blade. The blade light was like a blood-red lightning, cutting through the dark sky and rushing towards the foul force.

boom!
The violent explosion sounded like thunder, shaking the entire space.

The evil force was shattered by the sharp blade, and the thick inky black fog flew in all directions, filling the air with a disgusting stench.

However, the powerful recoil force hit Ling Xiao hard like a surging tide. He groaned and flew backwards like an arrow.

Seven quaint stone pavilions collapsed one after another behind him, bluestone fragments flew all over the sky, and in the rolling dust, Ling Xiao fell to the ground in a mess, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

He just managed to steady himself when a dark shadow flashed by like a ghost.

Ling Xiao's pupils suddenly shrank, and the bloodthirsty knife instinctively slashed to the right. The blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

When the knife was cut, a dull loud sound was heard in the air, as if something invisible was cut off, splashing sparks.

But at the same time, a force carrying a bone-chilling chill penetrated his defense like a poisonous snake and hit his chest hard.

Ling Xiao felt as if all his internal organs were frozen, and severe pain surged like a tide.

puff!
A large mouthful of blood spurted out of Ling Xiao's mouth, and the blood drew an enchanting arc in the air.

He flew backwards again like a kite with a broken string, fell heavily to the ground, and left a long trail on the ground.

When he landed with difficulty and stood firmly, he found that there were two more people behind the one-eyed old ghost.

A man was wearing a snow-white robe, with a chilling aura of frost lingering around him. Wherever he passed, a layer of crystal frost condensed on the ground. Even the air seemed to be frozen, and one could feel the chill with every breath.

The other person was dressed in pitch-black tights, leaving charred footprints on the ground with every step he took. A scorching breath blew in his face, and the air around him was distorted and deformed, as if it was about to be ignited.

Seeing these two people, Liu Wu's expression in the void suddenly became gloomy, and his eyes were full of vigilance and fear.

"The Twin Saints of Ice and Flame in the Holy Temple!" Liu Wu spat out these words through gritted teeth, his voice filled with shock and anger.

He looked at the Holy Lord and said sarcastically, "The Holy Hall is really amazing. To deal with a kid who is less than 20 years old, they actually sent out such a terrifying lineup, and they even had one more person to fight against?"

Liu Wu's words were full of sarcasm, his eyes were as sharp as knives, staring straight at the Holy Lord.

The latter spoke with a half-smile and a hint of disdain in his tone: "When did I say I wanted a one-on-one?"

The Holy Lord narrowed his eyes slightly, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of control over the situation.

Liu Wu remained silent, clenched his fists, and felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

If it were him, he would never choose to fight alone against Ling Xiao who was holding the bloodthirsty knife.

The power of that knife has long been beyond common sense, but now, Ling Xiao has to face such a powerful opponent, and the situation is extremely unfavorable to him.