Chapter 13285: Old Man Plays with Naughty Boy

Every clash between the two men contained a crisis of life and death, which made people hold their breath and concentrate.

Ling Xiao's figure was light, like a feather fluttering in the wind, and he easily dodged the man's swift sword. The man's long sword drew a silver arc in the air, and finally pierced nothingness.

However, he was not discouraged by this. He reacted very quickly with his right hand, and the long sword drew a graceful arc in the air. He changed to a reverse grip, and the tip of the sword was like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, silently stabbing towards Ling Xiao's back.

Ling Xiao seemed to have eyes on his back. Without turning his head, he swung the bloodthirsty knife in his hand backhand and accurately blocked the attack.

Dang! The sound of metal clashing was crisp and loud, echoing in the empty battlefield, stirring up circles of visible ripples.

Seeing this, the man with the sword frowned, obviously surprised by Ling Xiao's reaction speed and strength. Without hesitation, he punched out with his left hand, the wind of the fist whistling, carrying a sharp energy, trying to hit Ling Xiao's head while he was concentrating on the long sword.

However, in this lightning moment, Ling Xiao's body suddenly twisted strangely, as if it had merged into the air. The man's fist hit the air fiercely, and his face changed instantly. He realized that he had fallen into Ling Xiao's trap.

At this moment, Ling Xiao's figure appeared below the man like a ghost, and kicked out with a speed that was astonishing.

The man's fist involuntarily blasted downwards, boom! A blast sounded, and the air waves overflowed, and the dust flew. The man only felt a huge force coming, and his body involuntarily retreated violently, like a fallen leaf swept by the wind.

However, this was just the beginning. Before the man could stabilize his body, Ling Xiao's figure had appeared in front of him again like a ghost.

The bloodthirsty knife flashed cold light in the sun, like the sickle of the god of death, ruthlessly slashing at him.

The man's pupils shrank suddenly, which was an instinctive reaction when facing a life-and-death crisis. He held the long sword tightly in his right hand, and the sword body trembled slightly, as if he was also gathering strength for the upcoming collision.

There was both determination and a subtle fear in his eyes. After all, the opponent in front of him, Ling Xiao, was by no means an ordinary person.

Boom!

The space seemed to be torn apart at this moment, and the sword and the knife collided suddenly in the air, bursting out dazzling energy fluctuations.

The light was as dazzling as the scorching sun, making people dare not look directly at it.

The surrounding space seemed unable to withstand the impact of this force, and terrible explosions continued to erupt. Dust and gravel were swept up by this force, forming a chaotic battlefield.

Under the impact of this force, the two retreated backwards one after another, and every step seemed to be stepping on the void, and their figures were erratic.

However, this was only a brief respite. The next moment, the two rushed towards each other again like two angry beasts, with an inextinguishable fighting spirit flashing in their eyes.

On the city wall, Hun Ling frowned, his eyes fixed on the battlefield, his voice was filled with dissatisfaction: "Ling Xiao is clearly playing tricks on the opponent, he is unwilling to use his full strength, if this continues, when will this battle end?"

Hun Wuxu shook his head gently, his eyes were deep, as if he had seen through Ling Xiao's intentions:

"Because the opponent is not worthy. Ling Xiao is using his own way to tell everyone that his strength is not accidental. Look carefully, remember this Ling Xiao's method, he seems to be stronger than that day, every time he makes a move, it contains a deeper artistic conception and power."

"Seeing him, I can't help but think of that guy!" Hun Ling's voice was filled with a complex emotion that was difficult to conceal, as if that memory was both profound and painful, and he suddenly said this.

Hearing this, Hun Wuxu raised a meaningful smile and said slowly: "You are talking about the boy whose talent is beyond ordinary people, even better than Zhang Ruochen in some aspects.

He is indeed an unforgettable existence. Even a conceited person like me has to admit that I am not completely sure of winning when fighting him.

It's a pity that the people of the Demon Suppression Mansion are too stupid and wasted such a genius in vain. We only used a seemingly simple counter-espionage plan, but they were defenseless and strangled such a genius in the cradle."

At this point, Hun Wuxu's eyes flashed with a light of regret and ridicule, as if he was sighing for the opponent he had never really fought, and seemed to be mocking the short-sightedness and ignorance of the Demon Suppression Mansion.

"Indeed," the soul heard this, and was also full of emotion, with a barely perceptible sigh in his voice, "I have tried many times to bribe that monster in various ways, hoping that he can become one of us, but every time I returned in vain.

His pride and tenacity are just like a piece of unpolished jade. However, such a genius who is almost unaffected by the outside world was eventually killed by his own people. It's ironic to think about it."

Speaking of this, the soul paused slightly, as if recalling every detail of the monster's life, and then continued: "But then again, the monster's personality is somewhat similar to Ling Xiao, the same arrogance and unruly, the same elusiveness.

Perhaps, when we deal with Ling Xiao in the future, we can also try to use the same method. After all, human nature always has something in common, and taking advantage of the weaknesses of the human heart is often more effective than any powerful force."

While the few people were talking, the battle under the city wall continued at an astonishing speed and intensity. The dust was flying, covering half of the sky, as if even the air was shaking.

The explosions from below were as deafening as thunder, and each collision aroused circles of visible waves that spread to the surroundings.

Ling Xiao and the sword-wielding man shuttled through the chaos, and the sword light and sword shadow intertwined, forming a thrilling picture.

Ling Xiao held a long sword, and the blade flashed with cold light. Every swing brought a terrifying force that was enough to tear the space; while the sword-wielding man's sword method was agile and elegant, and nothing could be broken by the sword tip.

The attack and defense conversion between the two was so fast that it was dazzling that people could not see their movements clearly.

From the perspective of the battle situation, the two seemed to be really evenly matched.

Ling Xiao's sword method was sharp and domineering, and each sword was as powerful as a tsunami; while the sword method of the sword-wielding man was more delicate, and every swing of the sword was as graceful as dancing, but it was also murderous.

Their battle was already in full swing, and every move contained a terrifying force that was enough to destroy everything.

Boom!

At this moment, Ling Xiao and the sword-wielding man suddenly separated like two lightning bolts, each retreating several steps and standing firmly.