Chapter 14492 The mysterious old man

The wind and clouds in Meteor Dragon Valley changed color, the sea of clouds churned even more fiercely, fine cracks began to appear on the paving stones of the white jade square, and even the ruins of the bronze palace in the distance were blown away by the sword energy, with several pieces of broken stone flying off.

Ling Xiao felt his palms burning; the battle intent emanating from the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword almost overwhelmed his control. He wiped the blood from his lips, a surge of pride rising within him: "Hey, you're not convinced! I thought you were a fence-sitter, kneeling to whoever's stronger!"

He laughed loudly, and a terrifying aura surged from his dantian, flowing through his arm and into the sword. "Good! In that case, let's fight him side by side!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he unleashed a fierce sword strike!
The moment the black-gold sword energy collided with the golden sword might, time seemed to freeze once more. The vast space shattered inch by inch like glass, only to rapidly mend itself under the protection of the ancient formation of the Fallen Dragon Valley.

When the blinding light dissipated, Ling Xiao was once again forced back to the edge of the sword energy barrier. His arm trembled slightly, and his tiger's mouth was cracked. Blood dripped down the hilt of the sword onto the white jade brick, where it evaporated instantly.

But he didn't care at all, and instead laughed even more wildly: "Mo Tian! Charge again! I may not be as good as this old bastard, but you are a hundred times stronger than that broken sword in his hand! Don't be a coward, kill them!"

Encouraged by its master, the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword suddenly shone brightly, and a hint of dark red appeared in its black and gold sword energy, instantly making its attack three times more ferocious.

The two swords clashed again and again. Although Ling Xiao's blood surged with each impact, he seemed oblivious to the pain, charging forward again and again. Only now did he realize that he was actually a burden in front of the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword, and that his cultivation level was limiting the true power of this sword.

He could only try his best to unleash his full potential and maximize the sword's power.

Each clash of the two swords shook the clouds and caused the surrounding rocks to churn, the scattered sword energy pulverizing the surrounding stones and causing the cracks in the white jade plaza to widen. The killing intent in the white-haired old man's eyes intensified, and he suddenly roared, "Since the person behind you refuses to show himself, then we'll take your life first! Everyone, join forces and finish this quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, four of the eleven people who were besieging Jin Yan, Ling Bi, and Meng Haoqing suddenly broke away and rushed towards Ling Xiao! The remaining nine people swarmed forward, and their attack suddenly became fierce. They wanted to take care of Ling Xiao's companions first, and then join forces to kill Ling Xiao!

Ling Bi's longsword emerged from the sea like a dragon, its blade enveloped in a cold, silvery aura, yet it was forced to retreat step by step by the three powerful figures; Jin Yan's flames were suppressed by the chilling aura of the two witch clan elders, and even the flames on his claws dimmed somewhat; Meng Haoqing was trapped by the poisonous mist of the four Gu clan cultivators. Although his demonic flames could burn the poisonous mist, the mist continued to flow, and his breathing began to become rapid.

They have been completely suppressed, and defeat is only a matter of time, and defeat means death.

Anxiety blazed in Ling Xiao's eyes as he watched his companions teeter on the brink of death, his teeth grinding together. Suddenly, he jerked his head back and spat a mouthful of blood onto the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword!

"puff,!"

The instant blood splattered onto the sword, the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword suddenly erupted with blinding demonic light. Black rays shot into the sky, piercing through the sea of clouds like lightning. All the patterns on the sword lit up, emitting a deafening sword cry that even suppressed the hum of the Heaven-Slaying Sword!

"You've gone mad! You're actually burning your life essence!" The white-haired old man's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in shock, "This will shorten your lifespan!"

Ling Xiao laughed, a blood-stained laugh, a resolute laugh: "What's the fear of living a few years less? As long as we survive today, we can make up for it later when we improve our cultivation! But if we are no match for them now, we will all die!"

Blessed with the power of the essence blood, the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword's power surged several times over. Ling Xiao gripped the sword with both hands and swung it horizontally: "Get the hell out of my way!"

The black and gold sword energy swept out like a tsunami, instantly blasting away the four powerful figures who rushed towards him. They crashed into the barrier of sword energy and spat out a mouthful of blood. Even the white-haired old man was forced to take three steps back by this force, and the light of the Heaven-Slaying Sword dimmed a bit.

Ling Xiao himself was also feeling unwell. He felt dizzy and his vision blurred. He swayed and almost fell to the ground. His blood and qi were churning like boiling water, and his meridians were throbbing with pain. The price of burning his essence and blood was far greater than he had imagined.

"This cost...is indeed too great." Ling Xiao leaned on his sword, gave a bitter smile, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth again.

"It really is a treasure! Kill!" The white-haired old man's eyes were filled with greed and killing intent, and his pupils reflected the black light of the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword, almost dripping with blood.

He suddenly raised his hand, and thirteen auras burst forth in unison. These auras were like thirteen roaring waves, carrying the pressure of the peak of the Star River Realm. They actually managed to push aside the remaining power of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword and rushed towards Ling Xiao again!

The sea of clouds sank three feet under this pressure, and several more cracks spread across the white jade plaza, with pebbles tumbling down the cliff edge.

At this critical moment!
"boom!"

An invisible, immense force suddenly descended from the sky, like a giant hand slamming down on the thirteen people. The white-haired elder and the others were struck as if by a heavy blow, their bodies flying uncontrollably backward. Their black and gold robes tore into pieces in mid-air, and they crashed into several boulders on the cliff edge before barely managing to stabilize themselves in mid-air. Blood trickled from the corners of each of their mouths, and their faces were filled with horror.

From the depths of the clouds, a figure slowly approached. The old man wore a bronze mask that covered his entire face, and his black robe was embroidered with dark patterns. When he swept across the clouds, even the flowing clouds seemed to freeze for a moment. His aura was extremely well concealed, yet it exuded an unfathomable sense of oppression, like a giant beast hidden in the shadows, capable of overturning the world with a single move.

"Who are you? Why are you getting involved in this mess?" The white-haired old man's face was so gloomy it could drip water. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with fear, but he still forced a tough stance. "Just now it was only because you made a sudden move. If the thirteen of us joined forces, you might not have gotten the better of us!"

The mysterious old man ignored him, only sighing softly. His gaze, hidden behind his mask, fell on Ling Xiao, his voice tinged with helplessness: "Now you should understand, right? Youthful arrogance will not only harm yourself, but also implicate your friends. You go first. I'll hold them off for a moment. You can't win this battle."

He raised his hand and pressed the edge of the mask, his fingertips tracing the cold bronze, as if trying to conceal something.

"You can't hold them off!"

The Gu Clan Scorpion King suddenly sneered. He raised his hand and sent out countless black Gu worms that swarmed out like dark clouds, enveloping the mysterious old man.

The Gu worms were as big as fingernails, their legs rubbing together with a crisp "rustling" sound, instantly filling the air with a putrid stench. Although these Gu worms were like ants in front of the mysterious old man, the Scorpion King calculated clearly: to completely eliminate them, it would take at least half an incense stick's time, enough time for others to kill Ling Xiao.

"You guys deal with those four brats, I'll hold off this old man!" A ruthless glint flashed in the Scorpion King's eyes. "But be quick, I can't hold out for long!"