Chapter 12978 Jiang Xiu's Death

The holy pattern array exuded a faint holy light, covering everything around it, as if it was an independent small world.

As the array was completed, a huge illusory giant sword suddenly condensed in the holy pattern array. The giant sword was composed of pure spiritual power, exuding a heart-pounding pressure, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the back of Ling Xiao.

At this moment, the atmosphere of the entire battlefield seemed to solidify, and everyone's eyes were focused on the giant sword, looking forward to its next move.

"Die!" Jiang Xiu's voice was mixed with hysterical madness and determination. At this moment, all her soul power seemed to be condensed on the giant sword that was about to fall. The flame of revenge flashed in her eyes, as if she had foreseen the moment of pleasure when her great revenge was avenged.

The giant sword cut through the air, with a deafening roar, and went straight to the back of Ling Xiao. Its momentum was unstoppable, as if even the space was about to be split in two by it.

However, at this critical moment, Ling Xiao turned his head at an incredible speed, and his deep eyes revealed a hint of sarcasm, as if he was mocking Jiang Xiu's futile efforts.

His voice was calm and indifferent, but revealed an unquestionable majesty: "If you don't do it, I almost forgot about you. In this chaotic world, living in disgrace may also be an option, but you just want to die. In this case, I will fulfill your wish."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Xiao's mind moved, and the majestic sword intent in his body surged out like a flood, turning into a dazzling sword light, rushing straight into the sky.

Although this sword intent of killing gods is not a physical attack, its lethality is no less than any magic weapon. It seemed to have its own will, drawing a perfect arc in the air, accurately and accurately meeting the huge illusory giant sword.

The two forces collided fiercely in the air, bursting out with dazzling light and deafening roar. However, just a moment later, the giant sword formed by spiritual power began to crack, and then shattered, turning into a little spiritual light and dissipating into nothingness.

But Ling Xiao's sword intent did not decrease at all, and continued to move forward, pointing directly at Jiang Xiu.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiu's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and her eyes were full of disbelief and despair. She struggled to make a final resistance, but her body seemed to be fixed and could not move.

She widened her eyes, as if she wanted to engrave this moment in her heart forever, but she couldn't believe that she was really defeated like this, and defeated so thoroughly.

Her body was still intact, but her soul completely collapsed under the impact of this powerful sword intent and turned into nothingness. At that moment, her heart was full of reluctance and regret. She didn't want to accept this fact. She wanted to resist, but everything was too late.

The fire of her life was completely extinguished at this moment, leaving only an empty shell, lying quietly on the land stained with blood.

At this moment, the entire battlefield seemed to be shrouded by an invisible force, falling into an unprecedented dead silence.

The air around was frozen, and even the wind seemed to have stopped flowing, leaving only the occasional faint sound from afar, echoing in this empty battlefield, adding a bit of gloom and horror, like a mass grave at midnight, every inch of land exuding a heart-pounding chill.

Everyone looked at each other, their faces full of disbelief.

None of them expected that the first victim of this battle would be Jiang Xiu, who seemed to be in a safe place and should have been the most secure. This sudden change, like a bolt from the blue, made everyone present feel nervous and involuntarily have an ominous premonition.

"If Jiang Taishan learns of Jiang Xiu's death, he may completely lose control, and the consequences..." Someone whispered in a low voice, with a bit of trembling in his voice, as if he had foreseen the coming storm.

This sentence was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples and sending chills through everyone's hearts. Fear and anxiety spread rapidly like weeds.

Chen Yuan and the other Jiang family warriors stared at Jiang Xiu, who was lying on the ground, with dull eyes. Her figure looked particularly desolate and helpless in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Their throats rolled involuntarily, and they swallowed their dry saliva, trying to relieve the indescribable tension and depression. Everything around them seemed to have lost its color, leaving only endless coldness and despair.

However, in this dead silence, a more powerful aura quietly surged. Ling Xiao's figure shuttled across the battlefield like a ghost, and his eyes flashed with a cold light, as if he had locked on the next target.

With his low shout, "Blood Demon Dawn!" The atmosphere of the entire battlefield changed again.

Ling Xiao suddenly swung the bloodthirsty sword spirit in his hand, and a blood-red light cut through the sky, instantly turning into a hideous and terrifying blood-red demon head.

The demon's eyes were red, and there was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had crawled out of the underworld, and came to the world with endless killing and destruction.

Wherever the blade passed, the air was torn apart, and the space seemed to be distorted by this force. All obstacles in front of it were like paper, and were easily torn apart.

At this moment, the entire battlefield was shrouded by this bloody demon. It was like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, illuminating this world shrouded in darkness, but it also brought endless destruction and disaster.

Everyone felt a strong sense of crisis. They knew that Ling Xiao's next attack was ready to go, and whether they could survive this force was still unknown.

In an instant, a strong wind suddenly rose, like a thousand troops galloping past, and the air waves it brought up seemed to be substantial, raging on the battlefield, rolling up dust and fallen leaves, forming vortices, and engulfing everything around.

The air was filled with an extremely oppressive atmosphere, accompanied by bursts of roars. The sound was low and powerful, like the ancient thunder exploding between heaven and earth, shaking everyone's heart.

Ling Xiao's figure stood firm in this strong wind and roar. The blood-red demonic energy surging around him became more and more dense, like a burning flame, wrapping his figure in it, looking both mysterious and terrifying. This demonic energy contained endless power and violence, as if it could devour everything, making people daunted.

Although Ling Xiao's realm was not high among these people, the martial arts he mastered were among the strongest, and every move and style contained the power to destroy the world.

Especially the bloodthirsty sword soul in his hand, which was the best among the top martial souls. It was a treasure left by the Demon Sect's boss, containing the wisdom and power of the Demon Sect for thousands of years, enough to allow Ling Xiao to surpass his opponent in battle.