Chapter 13284 Knife and Sword

The last time he fought Ling Xiao, Hun Ling felt that he was defeated because of insufficient preparation. If he could reserve more life force at that time, he might be able to turn the tide and make Ling Xiao lose to him.

That kind of regret and unwillingness pierced his heart like a thorn, making him unable to sleep at night and unable to taste food.

So this time, he made full preparations, from training to tactics, from mentality to equipment, he made careful planning and preparations. He was full of confidence and believed that he would never lose to Ling Xiao this time. He wanted to personally trample Ling Xiao under his feet and avenge his previous shame.

However, Hun Wuxu did not seem to be optimistic about him.

He shook his head gently and turned his eyes to another group of people standing on the city wall in the distance. Those people also came from Zhenhun Mansion, but they were not from the Soul Clan, but geniuses from other forces in Zhenhun Mansion.

Their eyes were burning, as if they could not wait to fight with Ling Xiao and prove their strength.

"Why do you need to take action against Ling Xiao? Don't you see that group of people are eager to try?" There was a hint of teasing and sarcasm in Hun Wuxu's voice, as if to remind Hun Ling that he was not the only one who wanted to defeat Ling Xiao.

Hun Ling heard this, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he did not refute. He knew that Hun Wuxu was telling the truth.

Those geniuses from other forces in Zhenhun Mansion were also eyeing Ling Xiao, and they were also eager to prove themselves. Defeating Ling Xiao was undoubtedly the best opportunity.

There were ten people in total, standing on the city wall, like a group of messengers from foreign lands, exuding their own unique aura.

The leader was a man with strange patterns painted on his face. Those patterns seemed to contain some kind of ancient spells, flashing a dark light.

The man held a book tightly in his hand, and the cover was engraved with complex patterns in unknown words, emitting a faint fluorescence.

He was wearing a flawless white robe, and his whole body was covered by a layer of soft white light, making him look extremely holy, as if he was an envoy from the sacred world.

"Those people are not weak." Hun Ling's voice was low and solemn, and his eyes were fixed on the group of mysterious people, revealing a bit of vigilance and alertness in his eyes.

He knew very well that each of these strong men from unknown forces had strength that should not be underestimated.

If Ling Xiao accidentally fell into their hands, I am afraid that not only his life would be in danger, but even the legendary treasure would fall into the hands of the enemy.

"If Ling Xiao is killed by them, I am afraid that the treasure will also fall into their hands. By then, it will be too late for us to regret."

Hun Wuxu heard this, slightly turned his head to look at Hun Ling, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. There was a gleam of wisdom in his eyes, as if he had already seen through everything.

"Hun Ling, Hun Ling, you are the young master of my Hun Clan. You have to look further ahead when looking at problems." He said softly, with a tone of teaching and reminder.

"If Ling Xiao can't kill those guys with the treasure, it means that the treasure is not very good. Why bother to rob it?"

"Although our Hun Clan occupies the Zhenhun Mansion, don't forget that the real controller of Zhenhun Mansion is still the Holy Hall." Hun Wuxu's words carried a trace of imperceptible worry, but also revealed his deep insight into the situation.

"Only if the Holy Hall supports us can we realize our plan." His eyes were deep, as if he had penetrated the fog in front of him and saw the direction of the future.

Hun Wuxu's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Hun Ling's heart hard. He opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but found that he had nothing to say.

In the end, he could only close his mouth helplessly and sighed deeply. In that sigh, there was both helplessness towards reality and admiration for Hun Wuxu's profound vision.

Hun Ling had to admit that Hun Wuxu always looked at things more deeply than he did. In this regard, he really admitted defeat.

He stood silently beside Hun Wuxu, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes, both awe of Hun Wuxu and regret for not being able to reach that height.

At this moment, the mysterious crowd over there seemed to be unable to suppress their inner impulses. I saw a man suddenly jump off the city wall, like an eagle with wings spread, rushing towards Ling Xiao.

He held a long sword in his hand, which was as smooth as jade, and the sword body shone with a strange luster, as if it contained some mysterious power.

This man's movements were swift and elegant, and every time he swung the sword, it was accompanied by the vertical and horizontal sword energy, as if even the air was cut by his sharp sword intent. His swordsmanship was exquisite and incomparable, and it was obvious at a glance that he was a master of swordsmanship.

However, he was not the man with a strange pattern on his face, but another strong man among the ten people.

His appearance made the already tense atmosphere even more solemn. Everyone held their breath and watched the upcoming contest nervously.

Ling Xiao also felt the pressure from the opponent. His eyes became sharper and his aura changed quietly. A thrilling battle was about to unfold under this ancient city wall.

The man moved suddenly, as if a black lightning streaked through the sky. He swung the long sword in his hand fiercely. The sword light was like a silver dragon, with a piercing chill and fierce murderous aura, pointing directly at Ling Xiao's eyebrows!

There was no hesitation or dragging in his movements. As soon as he made a move, it was a killing move, obviously to kill Ling Xiao with one blow.

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with a trace of solemnity, but more of it was the will to fight and the unyielding fighting spirit. He slightly tilted his body, like a fallen leaf swaying in the wind, cleverly avoiding the fatal sword.

At the same time, he leaped forward, like a cheetah hunting, swift and accurate. The bloodthirsty knife in his hand swung forward suddenly, with a bloody and violent breath, slashing at the neck of the sword-wielding man.

Buzz!

A crisp and long knife sound suddenly sounded, like the roar of a dragon and a tiger, shaking every inch of air between heaven and earth. The strong wind brought by this knife slashed down made the surrounding leaves tremble, as if even the space was torn apart by this knife.

However, the sword-wielding man was not an ordinary person. He tapped the ground with his toes, and his figure floated back as lightly as a feather, cleverly avoiding Ling Xiao's powerful and heavy knife.

Ling Xiao's knife light fell into the air, leaving only a deep scratch flashing in the air.

But the battle did not end there. The sword-wielding man had just stabilized his figure, and suddenly jumped up, like an eagle spreading its wings and flying high, and swung the long sword again, the speed was so fast that it almost exceeded the limit that the naked eye could capture.

The sword flashed and instantly arrived in front of Ling Xiao, pointing directly at his vital points.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze and time seemed to stand still. The battle between Ling Xiao and the sword-wielding man had reached a fever pitch.