Immediately afterwards, Ling Xiao's sword struck through the sky like two bolts of lightning, and he came in front of the masked young man in an instant. The two magic weapons flashed with dazzling light, as if they were going to swallow up the whole world.
The masked young man's brows wrinkled slightly, and there was strong shock in his eyes, but it was more of a renewed understanding of Ling Xiao's strength.
However, he was not afraid, but instead strengthened his determination. He knew that this battle had just begun, and the real contest was yet to come.
boom!
However, just when everyone thought Ling Xiao's attack was about to hit, the masked young man disappeared like a ghost. His figure flashed in the void, avoiding all Ling Xiao's attacks.
The speed was so fast that it was simply unbelievable.
The masked young man reappeared opposite Ling Xiao, and his eyes became serious, which was completely different from the relaxed look at the beginning. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to condense all his power into this moment.
He knew that the next battle would be more difficult and cruel. But he also understood that only by defeating Ling Xiao could he win this battle and get everything he wanted.
He was about to speak, but before the words came out, an ominous atmosphere suddenly filled the air. His brows furrowed involuntarily, as if he had a premonition of the coming crisis. Almost out of instinct, he turned to one side and tried to
Avoid this sudden attack with agility.
However, even though his reaction was quick enough, the cold light still shot out from behind him silently like a ghost, penetrated his clothes and pierced his flesh and blood.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze, his heartbeat accelerated, cold sweat dripped down his face, because the cold light was just a little bit away from piercing his precious heart.
Even a powerful warrior like him, who has entered the Tianhe Realm, still cannot get rid of the essence of life - the heart.
Once the heart is damaged, even if one is extremely skilled, it will be difficult to undo the loss of life. He can clearly feel that the icy cold is spreading inside his body, as if it is going to swallow up his vitality bit by bit.
Under the mask, the young man's eyes instantly became fierce and sharp, as if he wanted to kill Ling Xiao with these vicious eyes.
Surprisingly, the wounds on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he had never been hurt.
However, this does not mean that he has not been hurt, nor does it mean that he is not angry. On the contrary, at this moment, he is extremely angry.
Since he entered the world, he has gone through countless ups and downs, but he has never been in such an embarrassing situation. Today, he was injured twice in a row in this short period of time. This is undoubtedly a great shame for him.
He knew very well that once such news spread, it would cause immeasurable damage to his reputation. He could not tolerate such a thing happening, let alone becoming the laughing stock of others.
Not far away, the faces of the two Rakshasa demons seemed to be covered with a thick layer of haze, making them extremely ugly. Their eyes were filled with shock and confusion, as if they had witnessed a battle that subverted their cognition.
They knew that the strength of the masked young man was extraordinary, and his attacks often contained elusive treachery and power. However, Ling Xiao, this seemingly ordinary young man, was actually able to fight against the masked young man.
To gain the upper hand, this was undoubtedly a huge impact on their cognition.
Although they also realized that the masked young man had not tried his best and seemed to be hiding a more terrifying trump card, the strength displayed by Ling Xiao still made them feel unbelievable and even unacceptable.
Their eyes were firmly locked on Ling Xiao and the masked young man, and every slight movement touched their heartstrings. The tension and anxiety condensed into indescribable wrinkles between their brows.
Similarly, outside the dense forest, Hua Shan and others' faces were solemn, as if shrouded in dark clouds. Their eyes looked deep into the dense forest from time to time, where a thrilling battle was taking place.
Although Ling Xiao relied on his extraordinary agility and wisdom to skillfully avoid the ghost flag's soul-shattering attack, the strength of the masked young man still made them fearful.
They witnessed with their own eyes the moment the masked young man was pierced by a sharp blade. They thought this would be the beginning of his defeat. However, what was shocking was that the wound healed in an instant, as if it had never existed.
This kind of recovery ability is like that of a monster. People can't help but wonder, how can such a person be killed?
This unexplainable power filled the hearts of Hua Shan and others with despair and helplessness.
They knew very well that the masked young man was in an almost invincible position. Such an opponent was undoubtedly the only terrifying existence they had ever seen in their lives.
For a time, both the Rakshasa Demons and Hua Shan and others, inside and outside the jungle, fell into unprecedented difficulties and confusion.
Ling Xiao's face was still as calm as water, without the slightest wave. His eyes were firm, revealing an unyielding light, because he never believed that there was a so-called immortal body in this world.
In his view, any seemingly incredible phenomenon must have some explainable reason hidden behind it.
The wound of the masked young man can heal quickly, undoubtedly following some unknown law. As long as we can understand its essence, we will definitely be able to find a way to solve it.
His eyes were fixed on the masked young man, as if he was silently declaring his determination. And under this gaze, the masked young man slowly turned his gaze to Ling Xiao.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The smile contained both recognition of Ling Xiao's strength and expectation that he was about to display his true strength.
"It looks like we really need to be serious, otherwise today will really capsize in the gutter!" The voice of the masked young man was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to be uttered from the bottom of his heart, with unquestionable determination.
As he finished speaking, he waved his hand gently, and the ghost flag that had been floating quietly in mid-air suddenly began to tremble violently as if it had been given life.
Immediately afterwards, wisps of black flames spewed out from the depths of the Ghost Flag.
These flames are completely different from ordinary flames. They exude an indescribable cold breath, as if they are the breath of death brought from under the Nine Netherworld.
The moment the black flames appeared, the surrounding vegetation seemed to have suffered a disaster. They were quickly frozen, and then turned into ashes under the devouring flames, losing all vitality.
That kind of horrific scene makes people take a breath.