But what Ling Xiao didn't expect was that the madness in the temple had exceeded his imagination.
The day after he publicly announced his departure from Douzong.
Zhang Kang died in Douzong City.
Minoran was also seriously injured.
Dozens of other Douzong disciples were killed.
Moreover, he was killed in Douzong City.
Those people were the ones who tried to retain Ling Xiao at that time.
When Ling Xiao learned the news, there was a fire burning in his chest. He underestimated the evil of human nature.
Underestimating the evil of the temple.
What are those people guilty of?
Do you deserve to die just because you saved him?
Inside the Douzong Hall.
Madman Xiao's hair turned gray overnight.
"I was wrong! I was really wrong! I thought that by being obedient and listening to them, I could protect the disciples of the Fighting Sect, but I found that I was very stupid!"
"The Holy Church! The damn Holy Church! I, Kuangren Xiao, swear that I will never destroy the Holy Church, and I will never be a human being!"
A violent aura rose into the sky.
Madman Xiao's hair has turned white, but he has become more ruthless.
But on this day, Ling Xiao, who had left, actually returned to Douzong.
And announced to the public: "I will not leave! I will use the dog heads of the Templar Warriors to commemorate the innocent people who died!"
Others, he was just angry.
But Zhang Kang and he were already friends.
Such a man who valued love and justice was actually killed.
Even Minoran almost died, and now he is still lying on the hospital bed, not waking up.
He left just because he didn't want to implicate Douzong. What's the use of leaving now?
Three days later, a total of hundreds of human heads were hung above the gate of Douzong.
And these people are all Templar warriors, and they are all geniuses of the Templar. The Templar has spent a lot of effort and resources on them.
But in the past few days, they were all killed.
And next to it, there was a line of words written in blood: "The murderer, Ling Xiao!"
Open provocation!
This shocked the entire northern Xinjiang again!
Ling Xiao's revenge was too quick!
This also made everyone in Douzong very happy.
They feel useless and really unhappy. They are fed up with being suppressed by the Holy Church and they want revenge.
In the Douzong Hall.
Ling Xiao looked at Kuangren Xiao and said: "You don't have to worry. Although I am not sure that I can save all the Douzong warriors, as long as you are in this Douzong city, I can protect your Douzong from being destroyed! Don't say that the other party is just a Saint of Central Continent.
Even if someone from the Northern Xinjiang Holy Church comes, it will be the same!"
Ye Jinghong was standing next to Ling Xiao.
These days, she has almost become Ling Xiao's personal bodyguard.
At first, Ling Xiao tried to persuade Ye Jinghong not to do this, but later he simply didn't bother to do so.
With such a bodyguard at the peak of Feitian Realm by his side, at least he doesn't have to use the power of those big guys in the Magic Needle Space casually.
"Ling Xiao, I was really stupid before. I thought that I could get peace by asking for compromise. From today on, I, Douzong, am a loyal ally of the Tyrant Empire. Whatever you want to do, we will give you our full help!"
Madman Xiao no longer wanted to endure it.
He just wants revenge now.
This was all forced by the Holy Church.
…
While Ling Xiao and others were discussing matters in the main hall, a young man in his twenties came outside the gate of Douzong City.
In the early morning mist, a young swordsman stood quietly outside Douzong City. His figure seemed to blend with the heaven and earth, exuding an indescribable charm.
He has a handsome face and a heroic spirit between his brows.
His eyes are as deep as the night sky, shining with sharp light, as if he can see through all the hypocrisy and truth in the world. The bridge of his nose is high and his lips are sharp, giving people a feeling of perseverance yet gentleness.
His figure was as tall and straight as a pine tree, and he was dressed in a white swordsman's attire with fluttering skirts, like an immortal from heaven.
There is a long sword hanging on the waist, and the scabbard is inlaid with exquisite patterns, exuding an extraordinary aura.
The clothes, just like his temperament, were both elegant and full of power.
Wearing a well-tailored black outfit, the fabric looks ordinary, but it has a tough sheen that seems to be able to resist all sharp things in the world.
The hem of the clothes fluttered gently in the wind, showing a bit of uninhibitedness and freedom.
A belt of the same color was tied around his waist, with several small silver ornaments inlaid on it, shining with a cold light, which not only added a bit of luxury, but also highlighted his status as a swordsman.
On the shoulders, a pair of shoulder pads are made of black leather with silver tassels on the edges, which not only protects the shoulders, but also adds a touch of heroism.
The long sword on his waist is even more eye-catching.
The blade of the sword was long and straight, flashing with cold light, as if it could cut through any obstacle.
The scabbard is made of dark wood with complex cloud patterns carved on the surface, which is both beautiful and non-slip.
The hilt of the sword is made of a rare metal, cold and hard, and is wrapped with black silk thread, which not only increases the friction, but also looks unique and mysterious.
There is a calm and unhurried demeanor in his behavior. Whether he is walking or standing, he looks so natural and elegant.
He gently pulled out the long sword, and the sword suddenly made a crisp sound, which seemed to tell of its sharpness and extraordinaryness.
At the tip of the sword, a bit of cold light flickered, as if it could pierce through everything.
"Let all the geniuses from Douzong come out. No matter who they are, they can do it, as long as they are no more than thirty years old!"
His eyes are cold and confident.
All Douzong disciples were angry.
But based on previous lessons, Douzong has strictly prohibited sect disciples from accepting challenges at will.
That time before, if Ling Xiao hadn't taken action, he would have had to wait for Jiang Xianchu and Ye Lan to return before the battle could be completely resolved.
"What a loud tone, who are you?"
A clear female voice sounded.
Then, a figure walked out of the sect, crossed the sky, and landed on the city tower, looking down at the young swordsman.
"It's Senior Sister Yelan!"
"I didn't expect Senior Sister to be back too!"
"Can you not come back? Now the Holy Church is wildly hunting our people outside. If Senior Sister Yelan has any shortcomings, it will be a huge loss to the sect."
…
Everyone's words were filled with excitement.
That's because Yelan is very strong.
Ranked second among Douzong geniuses.
The key is that he is also a master of swordsmanship.
Yelan stood quietly on the tower, her figure elegant and straight, like a blooming lotus, fresh and refined.
She was wearing a light blue swordsman's outfit. The fabric was light and soft, but yet tough.
The hem of the clothes fluttered gently in the breeze, as elegant as a fairy descending to earth.
A delicate silver belt was tied around her waist, which outlined her slender waist and made her graceful figure even more elegant.
Her long hair flutters in the wind, like ink like a waterfall, and complements the light blue clothes, adding a bit of softness and agility.
This woman's face is beautiful and refined, with eyebrows like distant mountains and eyes like autumn water, exuding determination and intelligence. The bridge of her nose is straight, her lips are as red as cherry blossoms, and the slightly raised corners of her mouth reveal a kind of calmness and confidence. Her eyes are extremely sharp.
She was holding a long sword, the blade was slender and sharp, shining with a cold light.
The scabbard is inlaid with blue gems, which complements her clothes and makes it even more noble and elegant.