This scene made Jiang Xiu, who regarded himself as the bright star of the holy pattern world, feel unprecedented anger and unwillingness in his heart.
Her eyes, which usually shone with wisdom and confidence, seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds at this moment, her delicate brows involuntarily twisted into a deep ravine, and anger filled the air like substance.
A sneer quietly appeared at the corner of his mouth. The smile contained both disdain for Ling Xiao's strength and a hint of provocation. It was complex, subtle, and elusive.
As she gently raised her hand as warm as jade, her fingertips danced subtly in the air, as if weaving a huge network that was invisible and intangible, but could determine the direction of destiny.
This is not just a simple action, but also a reflection of Jiang Xiu's deep understanding and ultimate control of the power of the holy pattern. Every tiny fingertip movement contains precise dispatch of power and accurate judgment of the situation.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely sharp cold light suddenly erupted from her palm. Its speed was so fast that it simply surpassed the limit of all things in the world. It was like the most dazzling meteor in the night sky cutting through the sky, and like a runaway poisonous snake, bringing...
With the biting coldness and undoubted murderous intention, it silently shuttled through the air and headed straight for Lingxiao's Dantian.
This cold light not only condenses all of Jiang Xiu's strength and will, but is also the crystallization of her exquisite use of the power of the sacred pattern. It draws an almost perfect arc in the air, the trajectory is smooth and elegant, but it also contains endless
murderous intent.
Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be cut open by an invisible sharp blade, emitting a subtle and sharp whistling sound. It was the sound of air molecules being torn apart under the extreme force, and it was also a direct manifestation of the unrivaled power of the cold light.
As the cold light approached, the surrounding space seemed to freeze, and even time seemed to slow down. There was a tense and depressing atmosphere in the air between Ling Xiao and Jiang Xiu, as if even breathing became slow.
Extremely heavy.
However, Jiang Xiu's face always maintained that calmness and confidence, and her eyes shone with determination, as if she had foreseen the coming victory.
At this moment, Jiang Xiu devoted herself wholeheartedly to this contest of strength and will. Not only did she want to prove her strength and talent, but she also wanted to let Ling Xiao know how serious the consequences of underestimating her would be. And this sharp message
The extremely cold light was the most direct challenge and warning she sent to Ling Xiao.
At this time, the distance between Ling Xiao and Jiang Xiu was extremely close. They were only three steps away. They were so close that they could feel the warmth of each other's breath. Their breaths were intertwined in the air, clearly audible, and carrying
An indescribable tension and confrontation.
This is not only physical proximity, but also a precursor to the confrontation between soul and will.
The cold light that shot out from Jiang Xiu's fingertips was even more dazzling against the backdrop of the night. It was like a carefully carved gem, blooming the brightest light in the night sky, cutting through the silent air, leaving behind
A brilliant trajectory.
This light contains a biting chill, as if it can freeze all life, and at the same time it carries destructive power, making people fearful.
Almost at the moment when the two people's eyes met, this cold light was like an arrow from the string, approaching Ling Xiao's dantian with lightning speed.
This speed is beyond ordinary people's imagination. It seems that even time itself has been compressed by this force and lost its original sense of flow. At this moment, everything around seems to have stopped, leaving only this cold wave.
The light galloped through the space, leaving behind a series of heart-stopping afterimages.
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Its trajectory is straight and firm, like the most unquestionable rule between heaven and earth. Wherever it passes, the air seems to be cut open by an invisible sharp blade, leaving behind tiny but deep cracks.
There is a hint of chill in these cracks, accompanied by a sharp whistle, which echoes in the air, like a thousand arrows firing, unstoppable. This whistle is not only an ode to strength, but also a warning to the fragility of life.
I couldn't help but feel a strong sense of crisis.
The cold light continues its ruthless and decisive trajectory in the sky, its force is as fierce as the autumn wind sweeping down the fallen leaves, its momentum is like breaking bamboo, and nothing can stop it.
It seems to carry the purest and sharpest power in the world, able to easily penetrate all visible and invisible obstacles and go straight to Lingxiao's Dantian.
There is the foundation of a warrior's cultivation. Once it is damaged, it means the collapse of his cultivation, and he may even become a useless person who can no longer practice.
This power is so powerful that it is enough to shock people's hearts, making any warrior feel an indescribable sense of despair and powerlessness when faced with it, as if the whole world is trembling.
Jiang Xiu's face was filled with an unconcealable satisfaction and confidence at this moment. Her smile contained not only the joy of the upcoming victory, but also the pride and affirmation of her own strength.
Her bright eyes shone with a cold and cruel light, as if she could see into people's hearts and tear apart all hypocrisy and pretense.
She slowly turned her head and cast her gaze at Jiang Xiruo, who had a complicated look on her side. Jiang Xiruo's face was intertwined with worry, anger and helplessness, and her motherly eyes were full of concern and worry for her son.
When Jiang Xiu saw this, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The smile was full of ridicule and disdain for Jiang Xiruo's emotions.
"Your son," Jiang Xiu said slowly in a provocative tone, every word was like a sharp blade cutting Jiang Xiruo's heart.
"Although he is said to be extremely talented by the outside world, in my eyes, he is nothing more than that. Those false names and praises all seem so pale in front of my real strength. And what I like most is to destroy these so-called...
Geniuses, watching them struggle desperately in front of me, with that kind of helplessness and pain, is really enjoyable."
Speaking of this, Jiang Xiu couldn't help but have a hint of joy and madness in her tone. She seemed to enjoy the feeling of trampling others under her feet, the sense of accomplishment of easily destroying other people's efforts and dreams.
She stared closely at Jiang Xiruo, trying to capture more pain and despair in her eyes in order to satisfy her twisted psychological needs.
"Are you in pain now? Are you anxious? But there is nothing you can do?" Jiang Xiu asked provocatively again, her voice full of provocation and pride.
She knew that her words were like a sharp knife, cutting through Jiang Xiruo's spiritual defense bit by bit, leaving her sinking in pain and helplessness. However, Jiang Xiu didn't care about this at all, she only enjoyed
With this psychological feast brought by myself.
The more pain Jiang Xiruo felt, the more uncomfortable Ling Xiao felt, and the happier she felt. Who dared Ling Xiao to offend her and be disrespectful to her?