Chapter 13914 The combination of swords

Ling Xiao slowly raised his eyes to look at Hu Chi, his eyes were like two sharp swords, shooting straight at Hu Chi: "A rematch is fine, but I want some stakes, otherwise a fight without any expectations would be too boring."

He deliberately slowed down his tone, his voice was low and powerful, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of unquestionable majesty.

After saying that, he let the silence ferment freely among the three of them. The already heavy atmosphere became even more oppressive, as if a storm was about to come.

"If you lose, you will have to hand over a Cang Yue-level treasure."

Ling Xiao finally spoke out what was in his mind, and the voice rang out in the air like a thunderclap.

As soon as these words were spoken, the air seemed to be frozen instantly by an invisible hand, and the noise all around came to an abrupt halt.

The action of Hu Chi, which was originally stroking the jade pendant on his waist, came to an abrupt stop as if he was cast under a spell.

His originally lazy and playful eyebrows and eyes suddenly turned into frost, as if covered by a thick layer of ice.

A Cangyue-level treasure is an extremely precious existence in the sea of demons, and its status is comparable to a cultivator's second heart.

Even with his status as deputy commander, he could only hide two items after all his efforts.

These treasures are not only a symbol of strength, but also a trump card that can save his life at the critical moment. They are the guarantee of his survival in this extremely dangerous sea of demons.

Now, Ling Xiao actually proposed to use the Cangyue-level treasure as a bet, which was undoubtedly challenging his bottom line and put him in a dilemma.

"No?"

Ling Xiao frowned suddenly, and a barely perceptible suspicion and anger flashed in his eyes.

He subconsciously took a half step back, his dark sleeves fluttering in the strong wind, sweeping across the thick black iron chains at the edge of the ring.

In an instant, the black iron chains collided with each other, making a cold and harsh "clang" sound. In this tense atmosphere, that sound was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart.

"Then let's not sing this scene."

Ling Xiao's voice was low and resolute, as if it came from an ice cellar.

He turned around resolutely, his wide robe fluttering in the wind, and his back showed an unquestionable determination, as if he wanted to completely cut off this seemingly meaningless entanglement.

"Who said no!"

When Hu Chi saw Ling Xiao was about to leave, he suddenly shouted angrily, his voice as loud as a bell, shaking the air around him slightly.

I saw a golden light shining brightly in his palm, like a scorching little sun, and a dazzling light burst out from his palm.

Then, a golden relief slowly floated in the air.

This relief has a strange shape, with fine and complex runes wrapped around it. Those runes are shining with faint light, as if containing endless mysteries.

What is even more surprising is that the pupils of the relief are actually two miniature stars. Against the backdrop of golden light, they emit a breathtaking glow. Each rune exudes a mysterious and powerful aura, as if telling of its extraordinary origin and power.

"The secret treasure of the demon race, the demon relief."

Shangguan Yue, who had been standing quietly at the side, had quietly moved to the front of the stage without anyone noticing.

She raised her head slightly, her eyes fixed on the suspended relief, and her voice was filled with a bit of undisguised admiration, as if she was admiring a rare treasure.

"If a person at the peak of the Star Realm exerts all his strength, he can fight against a strong person at the Cang Yue Realm for a hundred moves. Ordinary attacks can't even hurt him."

Shangguan Yue continued, her tone filled with a strong sense of admiration for the treasure, as if the relief was a divine weapon that could change the outcome of the battle.

Ling Xiao's pupils shrank slightly, and his resolute movement to turn around came to an abrupt halt.

He stared at the demon relief, secretly pondering the value and power of this treasure.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil, and said in a deep voice: "This bet is worthy of a life-and-death agreement."

The voice was steady and powerful, revealing his re-examination of the bet.

"What if you lose?"

When Hu Chi saw Ling Xiao agreed to the bet, a mocking arc appeared on his lips, and his questioning voice was wrapped in a powerful pressure, like an invisible mountain, pressing towards Ling Xiao.

The gravel on the ring rustled under this pressure, like a group of panicked insects.

There were even tiny cracks on the ground, spreading out like a spider web.

"If I lose, this knife in my hand will belong to you!"

Ling Xiao met Hu Chi's gaze without fear, raised the bloodthirsty knife in his hand and said.

The blade of this knife was blood red all over, emitting bursts of chilliness. A bloodthirsty light flashed on the blade, as if it was longing for the baptism of blood.

At this moment, Ling Xiao's momentum completely exploded, like an awakened lion, emitting a terrifying aura from his whole body.

This momentum shocked everyone present, as if they were hit by an invisible force.

The veins on Xiong Zhengdao's hand holding the gun were bulging and his knuckles turned white due to the force. He knew very well that this competition was no longer a simple fight, but a contest of dignity and honor. Every detail could determine the final victory or defeat.

When the bloodthirsty knife fully burst out with amazing light, the light was like a cold blue moon, instantly illuminating the entire dim arena.

The dark blue runes flowing on the blade are like nimble snakes, exuding a mysterious and powerful force.

This power seemed to come from the ancient times, spreading wildly in all directions with endless pressure and murderous aura.

Xiong Zhengdao's pupils suddenly shrank, like needle tips.

A chill like an icy snake quickly ran up from the soles of his feet to his heart, making him shiver uncontrollably.

He opened his eyes wide and stared at the bloodthirsty knife, his heart filled with astonishment and fear.

What made his back even colder was that Ling Xiao waved his left hand again, his movements graceful and decisive.

In an instant, a sword that exudes an astonishing aura appears.

The body of the God-Slaying Sword was pitch black, yet it was gleaming with a cold light, as if it was a demon sword from the Nine Nether Hell.

Wherever the sword passed, spider-web-like cracks appeared in the air. The cracks were like broken glass, constantly spreading in all directions, as if the space could not withstand the pressure of the sword and could collapse at any time.

"Commander Xiong, I'm afraid your broken gun can't handle the combination of sword and saber."

The corners of Ling Xiao's mouth slightly raised, revealing a sarcastic smile.

Holding a sword in his hand, he slowly approached Xiong Zhengdao with steady and powerful steps.

The sword dragged across the ground, making a sharp "sizzling" sound, plowing a three-inch deep groove, sparks flying, like gorgeous fireworks blooming in the darkness, but carrying deadly danger.

Blood oozed from the palm of Xiong Zhengdao's hand where he was holding the gun due to excessive force. The blood slowly slid down the gun barrel and dripped onto the ring, splashing small blood flowers.

However, he was completely unaware of it, staring intently at Ling Xiao, ready for battle.

His eyes revealed tension and determination, like a wild beast cornered in a desperate situation, ready to fight a final desperate battle.