Chapter 13826 Death of Ice Saint
Chapter 13826 Death of Ice Saint
The emerald light wrapped around the tip of the sword collided violently with the light emitted by the Holy Lord's palm. Every time they clashed, dazzling green thunder exploded all over the sky, illuminating the battlefield where the weather was changing rapidly.
She was light and nimble, moving freely in the Holy Lord's storm-like palm winds, just like a nimble fish, skillfully avoiding every fatal attack.
The mocking smile at the corner of his mouth seemed to be mercilessly mocking the Holy Lord's futility.
Every attack that the Holy Lord launched with all his might was blocked or dodged by her at unimaginable angles, which made him more and more angry, but he was helpless.
However, despite the Green Spirit's fierce offensive, it was by no means easy to completely defeat the Great Town Saint Lord.
This Saint Lord of this great town has been struggling on the path of cultivation for many years, and his skills have been through countless life and death tests. His profound foundation and exquisite martial arts cannot be mastered overnight, and his strength is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
At the same time, earth-shaking shouts and cries of killing came from the direction of Zhaixing Tower City, like rolling thunder, echoing between heaven and earth.
Emperor Liu Wu of the Dazhen Dynasty wore a golden dragon armor that shone with golden light, like a god of war descending to earth.
The dragon-slaying sword in his hand emitted golden lightning. Every time he chopped it down with all his might, it carried the force of splitting the world apart. It could easily shatter the enemy warrior's protective aura like thin paper.
Behind him, the battle formation formed by the royal strongmen moved quickly and coordinated well.
Everyone's aura was connected, their strength was gathered, and they worked together with the Tyrant Empire's warriors to form an airtight net that suppressed the Holy Temple warriors.
On the city wall, dense figures of people shuttled back and forth like ants, and the sounds of fighting and weapons clashing were intertwined.
Blood flowed out, flowed down the city wall, dyeing the moat below red, making it like a long river of blood.
Broken limbs and arms kept falling from the sky like dead leaves in autumn, and the bloody smell filled the air, making people sick.
After all, they have an absolute advantage in numbers, and after years of keeping a low profile and careful preparation, their strength should not be underestimated, and they are gradually gaining the upper hand in this battle.
There was a gleam of ferocity in Liu Wu's eyes, like a wolf's eyes in the dark night, revealing a murderous intent.
The knife flashed with a cold light, and another temple elder was unable to dodge and was beheaded by him.
The elder's body fell like a kite with a broken string, splashing up a cloud of dust, announcing the passing of yet another life.
On the distant mountain top, Qin Feng tightly grasped the sword at his waist. The veins on the back of his hand bulged and his knuckles turned white due to excessive force.
He looked solemnly at the demonic energy and spiritual light surging on the battlefield, as if it was an endless abyss that could swallow him up at any time.
The title of second on the Star Ranking seemed so pale and powerless at this moment, like an illusory bubble.
The blood calamity true demon power surging around Ling Xiao was like a dark cloud covering the sky, weighing heavily on his heart and making it difficult for him to breathe.
The terrifying aura emitted by the Green Spirit when fighting with the Holy Lord was like an invisible pressure that made his back chill and his hair stand on end.
"Today's situation is far beyond our capabilities. We cannot intervene at all." He felt bitter in his heart, as if chewing Coptis chinensis.
The mission entrusted by the King of Qin had now become a bubble. Facing the terrifying strength displayed by Ling Xiao after his outburst, he had to admit, "There is a terrifying existence like Lu Ling beside Ling Xiao. Even if the King of Qin takes action himself, he may not be that person's opponent."
The mountain wind whistled past, lifting the corners of his clothes. Qin Feng sighed deeply, his voice full of helplessness and loneliness.
He slowly sheathed the unsheathed sword, his figure gradually blurred in the twilight, and finally disappeared.
At the same time, the battle in the temple entered a white-hot stage.
The pair of pitch-black wings behind the Shadow Demon flapped violently, and every flap brought up a gust of sickening fishy wind.
Wherever it passed, the vibrant trees withered instantly, and the branches quickly decayed and turned into white bones, as if they had been ruthlessly eroded by time for thousands of years.
It cooperated with Ling Xiao tacitly, forming a fierce offensive, one on the left and one on the right, trapping the one-eyed old monster and the Ice and Flame Saints in the center, making it impossible for them to escape.
The mysterious ice sword in the Ice Saint's hand shone brightly, forming a lifelike ice dragon that roared and pounced towards Ling Xiao.
However, Ling Xiao reacted quickly, and the bloodthirsty knife in his hand slashed down like a red lightning.
With just a crisp sound, the ice dragon was chopped into countless pieces of ice, flying everywhere.
The scorching blade energy spread along the sword's momentum, like a raging flame, instantly burning a flaw in the Ice Saint's protective aura.
"Go to hell!" Ling Xiao roared, his voice like a loud bell, resounding throughout the entire battlefield.
The bloodthirsty knife in his hand turned into a stream of red light, carrying endless murderous intent, and stabbed towards the Ice Saint swiftly.
The Ice Saint looked at the approaching blade in horror and tried to dodge, but was horrified to find that his body was tightly bound by the shadow chains released by the Shadow Demon and he could not move.
At this critical moment, he could even feel the biting chill from the blade.
The moment the blade passed through his neck, Bing Sheng heard the sound of his own bones breaking. The sound was crisp yet extremely desperate.
His body fell heavily to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, raising a cloud of dust.
Ling Xiao knelt on one knee and quickly pressed his hands on Bing Sheng's chest, a strange light emanating from his palms.
He greedily absorbed the essence of the other party's qi and blood. The vitality of the Ice Saint poured into his dantian like a tide, setting off a burst of hot warm current in his meridians, making his strength even more abundant.
Immediately afterwards, Ling Xiao turned his gaze and locked onto the Xuanbing Sword on the Ice Saint's waist.
The sword was azure blue all over, as if it was carved from a thousand-year-old ice. A thin layer of frost condensed on the sword, emitting a hint of coldness and faintly revealing the mysterious aura of the ancient cold abyss.
Ling Xiao snapped his fingers, and an invisible force hit the scabbard. The Xuanbing Sword seemed to be summoned, broke free from its restraints, and flew into his palm.
The Sword of God Slaying seemed to sense the new "food". The sword body vibrated violently and made a cheerful humming sound, as if it was impatiently welcoming a feast.
Ling Xiao pressed the Xuanbing Sword onto the Zhushen Sword. The moment the two swords touched, a dazzling blue light burst out, illuminating the entire battlefield.
The Xuanbing Sword was like an ice cube burned by a raging fire. It melted quickly and turned into blue streams of light, which were greedily absorbed by the Zhushen Sword.
The patterns on the surface of the God-Slaying Sword began to rearrange themselves, and the aura it emitted became increasingly fierce. Its power seemed to be only a hair's breadth away from that of the Bloodthirsty Knife.
Veins bulged on the one-eyed old monster's face, and his cloudy one eye was full of fear, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.
Beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead rolled down along the wrinkles on his forehead that were as crisscrossed as a cracked riverbed, and quickly soaked through his collar, which was already tattered and exuded a bloody smell.
"Damn it, retreat first!" He roared hoarsely, his cracked lips trembling violently with fear, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
