Ling Xiao hates Zhan Zhan Academy and has principles.
He only hates people from the Qin War College and outsiders. He will give them a chance. If they get out, he will naturally not kill them.
If he is stubborn, don't blame him for being rude.
However, to his disappointment, the other party still took action.
"Even though you say so, I still want to lend you your head!"
After saying this, the young man stabbed out with his sword.
Against the background of the sun, the shadow of the swordsman was like a shooting star, instantly cutting through the peaceful street.
His sword, like cold lightning, struck sharply at his target - Ling Xiao. This blow was full of power and determination, the concentration of all the swordsman's strength and the embodiment of all his will.
There was no trace of hesitation or mercy in this blow, only the desire for victory and the pursuit of honor.
After all, there must be a brave man under a heavy reward, and everyone really wants to get such a generous reward.
This swordsman is not weak, he can even be said to be very strong.
His sword is like a poisonous snake, cunning and deadly.
This blow was the coordination of all his spirit and body, and the cry of his entire soul. The tip of the sword shone coldly in the sun, seeming to laugh at his opponent, telling him that this blow was unstoppable.
The swordsman's body looked even thinner in the sunlight, but his eyes were as firm as ice. His sword flew in his hand so fast that it was impossible to see clearly.
This blow is terrifying because it represents the swordsman's determination and courage.
This blow is fatal because it condenses all the strength and will of the swordsman.
This blow is shocking because it shows the swordsman's fearless spirit and tenacity.
This strike is perfect because it represents the swordsman's full attack and what he has learned so far.
The people around him all avoided and watched in horror as the swordsman thrust his sword towards Ling Xiao.
"That's Ling Xiao!"
"How dare he go down the mountain at this time?"
"Oh my God, you are really brave. Can he block this move?"
…
Many people are worried about Ling Xiao.
Because Ling Xiao has now become a hero in the hearts of most people in Qindu.
They don't want Ling Xiao to die.
Facing the swordsman's sudden blow, Ling Xiao just glanced at it with contempt, and then shook his head.
"fool!"
The next moment, he moved.
He didn't use any weapons, he just stretched out two fingers.
Ding!
The roaring sword light and the seemingly invincible sword moves dissipated in an instant.
That sword, that low-grade spiritual weapon was easily clamped by Ling Xiao's spiritual-rooted fingers, making it impossible to move.
"What!"
The swordsman exclaimed.
This was something he didn't expect.
He is at the fourth level of the Bigu Realm!
Looking at the entire Jinzhou, the fourth level of the Bigu Realm is considered an extremely terrifying existence among geniuses under the age of thirty. Although they cannot enter the Jinzhou Hidden Dragon List, they are not weak.
Unexpectedly, dealing with an unknown person, who also had not entered the Jinzhou Hidden Dragon List, could be resolved so easily.
A look of horror appeared on the swordsman's face.
Because he knew that he could not defeat Ling Xiao today.
His full force attack was blocked so easily, he had to run away.
Thinking of this, he actually started to burn his essence and blood.
This is a move used by warriors when they are desperate. Burning the essence and blood will damage the roots, but the swordsman can no longer care so much.
He had to escape. It would be better to get hurt than to die here.
He released the clamped sword, turned around and walked away, not daring to stay for a moment.
"Now that you're here, don't leave."
Ling Xiao looked at the other party indifferently.
From the moment the other party took action, he had no intention of showing mercy.
call out!
He pointed out from a distance.
It's still an ordinary flying knife finger.
But because of the improvement in realm and combat power, the power of the flying knife finger has naturally become much stronger.
puff!
As the sound penetrated the body, the swordsman suddenly stopped, took another two or three steps forward, and fell to the ground with a plop.
died!
Ling Xiao walked over, took out the bloodthirsty knife, and stabbed the opponent's body. As the corpse shriveled up, Ling Xiao sneered and turned to leave.
"pretty!"
"As expected of Ling Xiao!"
"Have you seen it? It's really too strong. The person who took action should be at the fourth level of the Bigu Realm, but he was killed so easily. Ling Xiao is really too strong."
…
The onlookers cheered one after another.
Of course, there are also people with ugly faces.
These people are also from the Zhan Zhan College and come from other countries.
When they saw the swordsman defeated by Ling Xiao, their whole bodies trembled.
powerful!
It’s really too strong!
This kind of person is definitely not something they can compete with.
Some people quietly chose to leave, leaving just as quickly as they came. Although they liked Huayang's reward very much, they had to be determined to get it.
Of course, some people choose to stay.
However, they did not take action, but waited for the opportunity.
To kill someone, you don't have to be stronger than the other person. You can also find the opportunity to kill with one strike.
After all, there were too many people who wanted to kill Ling Xiao. Ling Xiao would be exhausted by himself. By then, it would be their time to take action.
There are still people who are still confident even after seeing the swordsman being killed.
Someone stepped out of the crowd and blocked Ling Xiao's way.
"It's so easy to just kill someone and leave."
In the crowd, his figure is like a mountain peak, standing out from the crowd. He is tall and straight, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and well-proportioned bones, as if he is a sculpture that has been tempered thousands of times.
His gait was steady and powerful, and every step was like a heavy step on everyone's hearts, causing the surrounding air to vibrate.
His face is resolute and deep, with a clear jawline, a high bridge of nose, and eyes as deep as the sea, as if he can see through everything in the world. His long hair flutters in the wind, like black fire beating.
His eyes were cold and arrogant, like an eagle in the sky, looking down at the world below, turning a blind eye to anyone or anything, as if in his eyes, only he was the center of the world.
His hands were broad and rough, like veterans who had experienced countless battles. His fingers were slender and powerful, with a sharp wind sound every time he waved. The palms had clear lines, as if they contained endless wisdom and power.
The aura on his body was strong and cold, like the frost in winter. There was a sharp aura surrounding him, as if anyone who came close to him would be cut by an invisible blade.
His momentum is as strong as a mountain and as stable as a rock. No matter what challenges he faces, he is calm and unhurried, as if everything is under his control.
His voice is low and powerful, and every word carries incomparable confidence and majesty.
His tone was cold and distant, as if in his eyes, everything in the world was just a passing cloud and not worthy of his excessive enthusiasm.
He was wearing black warrior equipment, and the long sword slung behind him seemed to be his soul. Every movement he made was accompanied by violent power and cold determination.