"I really don't know where you get your confidence."
Ling Xiao smiled lightly, suddenly stretched out two fingers, and drew them out of thin air.
"Buzz."
The piercing sword chant resounded instantly, but compared to Xia Feng's powerful sword, Ling Xiao's sword finger at this time seemed a bit... too perfunctory.
Only a ray of sword light was seen, which was extremely dim against the golden light in the sky.
Even if they didn't look carefully, no one would have seen the clear light covered by the golden light.
So, probably the sadness on many people's faces at this time is real.
They seem to have seen a righteous leader about to die under the True Demon Sword!!
"Master Lingxiao!!"
Some people began to cry out sadly, with tears in their eyes.
You, why bother?
Obviously there is no need to set an example and slay the devil with one's own hands.
However, you are still not afraid of hardships and dangers, vowing to set an example for the genius of Xijiang.
Your righteous deeds should be remembered throughout the ages, respected by all beings, and serve as a model for me on the right path!!
At this time, when she saw clearly the terrifying sword intent that filled the clear light, Yue Xiao's face suddenly condensed.
At this moment, she seemed to vaguely feel that in that seemingly small ray of sword light, there was actually a trace of... the most profound truth!!
How can it be?
Xia Feng, who has achieved great success in Taoism, can already be called a monster in his prime.
And what if… hiss!
Suddenly, Yue Xiao's eyes widened, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying.
"Buzz."
The two completely disproportionate attacks finally collided in mid-air.
But what everyone found strange was that Xia Feng's figure suddenly stopped at this moment.
Together with the endless golden glow, it seemed to be frozen and stagnant in mid-air.
His face also revealed an inexplicable fear, his mouth opened slightly, and he looked dully at the figure of a young man standing in the distance with his hands behind his back.
How can it be?!
Xia Feng lowered his head and looked at the golden sword in his hand.
At this time, on the blade of the sword, an extremely subtle but neat and smooth notch ran through the entire sword.
even!!
Penetrated through his body.
"No way...how could I die here?"
Xia Feng was at a loss, and the memories of two lifetimes came flooding back.
Originally, he was just an inconspicuous prince in Daxia, with no status and mediocre talent.
The father was cowardly and the mother died young.
In his life, he will probably be like many princes in Western Xinjiang, who were granted a title as an adult and ended up in the fiefdom.
But a trip to a fairyland allowed him to see the true beauty of this world.
Han Qingqiu is the most persistent dream in Xia Feng's heart.
Once it catches the eye, it's hard to forget.
However, just when he was trying his best to prove his name to the world, he was killed by a real demon, and both his life and his dream were lost.
After returning from rebirth, Xia Feng vowed never to scrawl again in this life.
So he laid out shocking means to seize Daxia's true luck, and lived in the deep palace, making every move.
But why, still failed?
From the day he walked out of the summer palace, the trajectory of his destiny seemed to be controlled by someone.
Although he took every step cautiously, thinking about it, he felt... he couldn't help it?
how so?
Xia Feng lowered his head and looked at the blood gradually seeping out of his heart, his eyes filled with sadness.
At this time, his heart was completely broken and there was no way to survive.
As long as he even moves, blood will inevitably spill on the spot and he will die instantly.
"I told you to put that Lingjin on your heart. It can save your life at the critical moment. Why do you insist on not listening?"
Ling Xiao raised his feet and walked to Xia Feng, with a smile on his lips.
"Wha...what?! You...you are!!"
At this moment, Xia Feng felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
He suddenly understood why no matter where he went, he could not escape the eyes of the young man in front of him.
It turned out that the entire Daxia, no, probably the entire Western Xinjiang, had been deceived by him.
Even the holy envoys may have fallen into his trap.
What a terrible method. This demon...has become even more insidious and cunning in this life.
"If I die in your hands, I will be convinced."
Xia Feng suddenly sighed softly. At this time, it was meaningless to be unwilling.
If all this was a chess game arranged by Ling Xiao, he would not be considered a loser at all, because from the beginning to the end, he was not the one playing the game with him, but just a chess piece that could be manipulated by others.
"Just, can you...don't hurt her."
In the end, Xia Feng looked at Han Qingqiu with deep affection, persistence, and endless pain.
He really couldn't figure out how this Hangong Fairy would still be willing to associate with Ling Xiao when she knew he was a real demon.
But, it’s not important anymore.
As long as she lives, that's fine.
"How could I hurt Qingqiu, Xia Feng, put away your hypocrisy."
Ling Xiao sneered, and suddenly stretched out his palm, turning into a thunder sun out of thin air, covering the entire void in an instant.
"Hey, you succeeded in killing the Son of Destiny. Congratulations to the host for obtaining Geng Jin Dao Principle (Dacheng)."
"Hey, congratulations to the host for getting an additional reward: a chance to achieve Dao Principle."
"Hey, congratulations to the host for obtaining 2% of the destiny casting value."
"Hey, congratulations to the host for receiving a Spirit-Building Pill (seventh grade)."
"Buzz."
The dazzling lightning reflected the sky, and everyone instinctively lowered their eyes.
But when they looked up again, there was no trace of Xia Feng in the air. Only the aloof figure in white was left standing with his hands behind his back, as lonely as an immortal.
At the same time, memory images flickered in Ling Xiao's soul sea, and a hint of curiosity gradually appeared in his eyes.
Sure enough, Xia Feng was also killed by himself in his last life.
But before he died, he found a technique deep in this fairyland, the Blood Dragon Demonic Seal.
This seal was the method he used to plunder Xia Chuan's luck.
However, for Ling Xiao, this kind of magic seal has too many restrictions and is of little use.
but…
Ling Xiao turned his head and looked at Yue Xiao, who looked indifferent.
On the other hand, his master seemed to have great expectations for Xia Feng before, and it was obvious that he must be hiding an astonishing secret in his heart.
"Elder Yuexiao."
Ling Xiao's figure fell from the sky and landed next to Yue Xiao, with a gentle and sincere smile on his face.
"Thank you very much, sir."
Yue Xiao's expression remained unchanged and she bowed slightly.
In the final analysis, whether Xia Feng is a devil or a demon, she and she have had a master-disciple relationship.
If she were allowed to take action to kill this demon, even though it would clean up the family, she would inevitably have flaws in her heart.
Now, Ling Xiao kills demons and conforms to the way of heaven. Doesn't he fulfill her Taoist heart?
"Why did the elder enter this magical place?"
Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly and asked in pretend confusion.
But Yue Xiao shook her head, "There are some things that Young Master doesn't know about, so maybe it would be better."
"Are the elders concerned about my identity?"
From Xia Feng's memory, Ling Xiao had already seen that Elder Yue Xiao did not have much favorable impressions of Hanyue Palace Master and the Holy Cult.
Thinking of her identity and the nightmare in Han Qingqiu's heart, Ling Xiao quickly guessed the whole story.
I am afraid that the junior sister of the former palace master has the same purpose as Han Qingqiu and vowed to be an enemy of the Holy Cult.
But in essence, she is still the elder of Han Palace and a righteous person.
So she probably hates the Holy Religion and also hates... all evil spirits.