Ling Xiao watched helplessly as Xiao Lianzhu's fire of life gradually extinguished, and the grief and anger welling up in his heart almost overwhelmed him.
But he knew that he could not fall down or give up just like that. Because he still had unfinished missions and vows that must be fulfilled.
At that moment, Ling Xiao's body seemed to be swept by an invisible storm, his whole body was shaking violently, and every inch of his muscles was tense to the extreme, as if all the emotions that had been accumulated for a long time were about to burst out.
His eyes were red, as if burning with blazing flames, revealing endless pain and anger.
The surrounding space seemed to be distorted with his emotional fluctuations, and waves of black energy surged out of his body, like wild horses running wild, raging crazily in the air, blocking out the sky and the sun, and dyeing the whole world with a layer of black energy.
Ominous colors.
"Zhu'er..." Ling Xiao's voice was low and hoarse. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of his heart, full of endless sadness and despair.
Every warm moment he spent with Xiao Lianzhu flashed through his mind. Those laughter, tears, vows and promises all turned into sharp blades, cutting his heart one by one.
"Poor Pearl..." He murmured to himself, his voice full of self-blame and regret.
In his world, Xiao Lianzhu is not only his childhood sweetheart, but also the indispensable light in his life, the person who stands by his side regardless of wind and rain.
Even though the whole world was indifferent and betrayal towards him, Pearl always believed in him and held up a sky for him with her weak shoulders.
An unprecedented grief surged in Ling Xiao's heart. He realized that although he had found his long-lost mother and aunt, and regained the recognition and warmth of his family, none of this could make up for the pain of losing Zhu'er.
Pearl, the close relative who had shared hardships, life and death with him, had left his world forever, leaving only endless thoughts and regrets.
At this moment, a strong sense of crisis suddenly surged into the old man's heart. He raised his head suddenly and saw Ling Xiao's figure appearing in front of him like a ghost, with bloodthirsty eyes flashing in his red eyes.
of light.
Ling Xiao didn't say any more, he just waved his hand violently, and a majestic force instantly gathered into a bloodthirsty sword spirit, turning into a streak of blood-red sword light, tearing the air, with the destructive force of heaven and earth.
With momentum, he slashed towards him.
The blood-red sword light was like a meteor streaking across the sky, carrying destructive power and leaving a shocking ravine on the top of the mountain. It was unstoppable and was approaching the old man.
The old man's brows furrowed deeply, and a look of solemnity flashed in his eyes. He quickly adjusted his posture, and the dragon-headed crutch drew an elegant arc in the air. The dragon ball inlaid on the head of the staff seemed to come alive, emitting a strange light, and met the oncoming man.
The incoming swords collided fiercely.
"Boom!" A deafening loud noise reverberated across the valley like thunder. When the sword light came into contact with the strange energy released by the crutch, it instantly shattered into countless tiny fragments like fragile porcelain, scattering in all directions.
The air was filled with a faint smell of blood and anxiety.
However, this was only the beginning of the battle. Ling Xiao's figure was like a ghost. With the help of the moment when the sword light shattered, he had already bullied himself in front of the old man, his eyes shining with determination and coldness.
The Soul of the God-killing Sword, that legendary magical weapon capable of killing gods and demons, quietly appeared in his palm at some point. The tip of the sword was pointed directly at the old man's throat. The coldness was overwhelming and made people palpitate.
The old man's expression suddenly changed. He knew the power of this sword and did not dare to be careless. Almost instinctively, he raised his hand and the dragon-headed crutch turned into a solid barrier, firmly blocking the sudden attack of the God-killing Sword Spirit.
, a blow as powerful as thunder.
When the two touched each other, they made a harsh sound of metal clashing, and sparks flew everywhere, as if even the space was trembling at this moment.
But this battle is far from over. The tension and depression in the air indicate that a more intense confrontation is coming.
In the sky, the thick-earth dragon soul that was originally hovering suddenly became powerful. Its huge body swooped down directly with a destructive momentum. The claws covered with hard scales were as heavy as mountain peaks, and they struck fiercely.
It hit the old man.
The old man was caught off guard. Faced with this sudden attack, he had no time to react and could only grit his teeth and resist.
Just hearing a loud "bang", the entire mountain range seemed to tremble. Under the huge power of the dragon soul, the old man's figure was smashed into the mountain range, causing a cloud of dust to fly, covering the sky and the sun.
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"Death!" Ling Xiao's voice was low and decisive, and every word seemed to come from under the Nine Netherworld, carrying an irresistible aura of death.
In his eyes, black flames burned blazingly, which was the ultimate concentration of anger and murderous intent, as if it could swallow up all light and life.
As this power surged, the phantom of the demon behind him became more ferocious and terrifying, swelling to the point that it covered the sky and the sun, releasing a terrifying and terrifying pressure.
At this moment, Ling Xiao seemed to have merged with the devil, becoming the most terrifying killing machine in the world.
As soon as he moved, the space seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind a series of dark cracks. This was proof that his speed exceeded the limit. When his figure appeared again, he was already in front of the old man, and his speed was so fast.
It's unbelievable.
"Chi!" A sharp sound broke through the air, and Ling Xiao's attack cut through the sky like lightning. Wherever it passed, the space collapsed inch by inch, as if even time was frozen by this force.
The old man felt a breath of death coming towards his face, which made him involuntarily feel a strong sense of crisis, which was a kind of fear gushing from the depths of his soul.
"What kind of monster are you..." The old man's voice was trembling with disbelief. He widened his eyes and looked at the opponent in front of him who looked young but possessed such terrifying power.
As a strong man at the third level of the Tianhe Realm, he should have been able to run freely in this world, but at this moment, he felt unprecedented pressure and powerlessness.
His heart was filled with shock and shock, even mixed with a trace of indescribable fear. He had never seen such a strange and powerful enemy, especially when he learned that the opponent was only in the state of divine transformation, his shock was even greater.
vertex.
Although the external rumors are wrong and overestimate Ling Xiao's strength to that of the Divine Soul Realm, even if he is in the Divine Transformation Realm, being able to compete with him, a third-level powerhouse in the Tianhe Realm, is enough to show how extraordinary and terrifying Ling Xiao is.
The old man looked at Ling Xiao, his eyes full of disbelief and deep confusion. He murmured to himself, with a tremor of disbelief in his voice:
"You...you are obviously at such a low level and are only in the realm of divine transformation. How come your combat power is so strong and beyond common sense? What on earth is going on?"