At this moment, Ling Xiao's eyes were full of determination and coldness, like frozen frost in winter, revealing unquestionable determination. There was only one thought in his mind - revenge, and this thought was deeply engraved in his heart like a brand.
, cannot be erased.
His mother, that gentle but strong woman, is now imprisoned here and has suffered all kinds of torture and humiliation.
Regardless of their despicable or selfish motives, these superior men were more or less involved in hurting his mother, which made the anger in Ling Xiao's heart burn even more intensely.
This hatred burned in his chest like a raging fire, and every heartbeat was accompanied by a roar of pain, driving him to launch the most violent attack on these enemies.
He held the bloodthirsty sword soul tightly in his hand. The sword seemed to be connected to his soul, sensing his anger and determination, and emitted an even more dazzling blood-red light.
Suddenly, he swung his sword out, and the bloodthirsty sword spirit turned into a blood-red sword light, like lightning piercing the night sky, sweeping away mercilessly with the intention of endless killing and destruction.
Wherever the sword light passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a harsh roar, and the space seemed unable to withstand this terrifying power, leaving behind shocking cracks, demonstrating the astonishing power of this blow.
Ling Xiao's heart was filled with anger and sadness. These two emotions were intertwined and almost swallowed him up. However, he also knew clearly that he could not sink into these negative emotions.
He must stay calm and rational, use the strongest strength to fight against the enemy, and seek justice for his mother. He took a deep breath and tried to calm the inner turmoil and make his thinking clearer.
In this battle, he will not let anyone here go. He wants these people to know how heavy the price to pay for hurting his relatives is.
No matter who they are, no matter how powerful they are or how high their status, they will not be able to escape the fire of his vengeance.
Ling Xiao's eyes became more determined. He held the sword soul tightly and prepared for the next battle, vowing to seek justice for his mother.
At this moment, Ling Xiao was like a demon god born from blood. His whole body was tightly entangled with an extremely rich blood-red demonic aura. The demonic aura contained a heart-stopping pressure that seemed to be able to swallow up all light and vitality, filling the entire space.
It was rendered red, like a sea of blood boiling, exuding an ancient and evil aura.
His eyes were even redder under the background of the demonic energy, like two burning flames, revealing endless coldness and determination. The powerful momentum was like a mountain pressing down on him, with a kind of power that could destroy the world.
, making everyone present feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.
Their heartbeats accelerated involuntarily, as if they would burst out of their chests at any time. The blood in their bodies seemed to freeze at this moment, and even breathing became extremely difficult.
Chen Yuan stood among the crowd, his pupils clearly reflected the frightening blood light. The blood light seemed to contain an ancient and terrifying power, which made his heart tighten suddenly.
An indescribable feeling of fear instantly surged into his heart, and his legs trembled slightly involuntarily, as if he was facing some irresistible disaster.
He suddenly recalled the descriptions of earth-level martial arts in ancient books. The power that could change the world and shake the world was so similar to the martial arts displayed by Ling Xiao at this moment! The power contained in that martial skill seemed to be able to tear apart space and shatter stars.
, let everything come to nothing.
He couldn't help but exclaimed in his throat: "This martial skill is definitely an earth-level martial skill! Everyone, step back immediately! Quickly, stay away from here, otherwise we will all be swallowed up by this power!" His voice was filled with emotion.
There was a trace of trembling, but more of it was fear and awe of the terrifying martial arts.
Before he finished speaking, Chen Yuan was already rushing back desperately. His figure shuttled among the crowd, like a frightened bird. Every time he turned around, every step he took was full of urgency and panic, for fear that he would be killed if he took a step too late.
Under that terrifying sword light.
An unprecedented sense of crisis arose in his heart, an instinctive fear in the face of death, which forced him to do his best to escape from this dangerous place.
He knew very well that even a strong man like himself would never be able to withstand such a terrifying Earth-level martial skill. The power contained in that martial skill was enough to easily tear apart his defense and completely defeat him.
destroy.
Therefore, escape has become his only way to survive. He must seize every minute and every second to stay away from this terrifying battlefield.
However, not everyone can react as quickly as Chen Yuan. Most people are still immersed in the shock of Ling Xiao's terrifying momentum. Their eyes are full of fear and despair, as if their bodies are bound by invisible shackles.
Unable to respond in time.
They wanted to escape from this terrifying place, but found that their bodies had been scarred from the previous battles and could not support the movement of escape. The feeling of powerlessness made them even more desperate, and they could only watch the shadow of death gradually fade away.
approaching.
A few more people were directly enveloped by the bloody sword light. Their bodies quickly collapsed under the raging force of the sword, as if they were torn into pieces by an invisible force, turning into blood mist and falling into pieces, which was horrible to see.
The bloody sword glow was like a sickle of death, ruthlessly harvesting everyone's life, making the entire battlefield seem to turn into a purgatory on earth at this moment.
The smell of blood and despair permeated every corner, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and burning. The faces of those who survived showed horror, and their eyes were full of fear of death and fear of life.
eager.
They fled into the distance one after another, trying their best to escape from this terrifying place, for fear that they would become the next victims. Their figures looked so small and weak on the battlefield, as if they were swallowed by a huge shadow.
Ling Xiao's figure loomed in the blood-colored demonic aura, like a demon god walking out of the sea of blood. His body was surrounded by extremely rich demonic aura. The demonic aura contained a heart-stopping pressure that seemed to be able to swallow up all light and vitality.
.
The bloodthirsty sword spirit in his hand kept waving, and each wave was accompanied by a blood-red sword light cutting through the sky. Every flash of the sword light was accompanied by the disappearance of life, as if he was the god of death who controlled life and death, ruthlessly harvesting
against all enemies that stand in his way.
"I'm warning you one last time. Get out of the way immediately. I don't have to kill you." Ling Xiao's voice was cold and firm, revealing an unquestionable majesty. "Otherwise, don't blame me for going on a killing spree today."