Chapter 912
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"Stop bluffing. I admit that you are very strong. Even a mid-stage Three Talents martialist like me can feel the threat of death. However, you are courting death by fighting four of us alone!"
Duan Yun didn't want to lower the morale of his men, so he naturally had to do this.
Ling Xiao didn't say anything else.
He took a step forward and released his Sword Will.
The terrifying sword intent was mixed with a bloody aura. In an instant, Duan Yun felt as if he was standing on a battlefield littered with corpses.
"What a guy! You actually have a complete sword intent. No wonder a mere Heaven Pulse martialist like you is so strong. Even I feel threatened by you!"
Duan Yun was experienced and knowledgeable, so he could see the seamless and terrifying sword intent around Ling Xiao's body.
This sword intent made Ling Xiao seem as if he had turned into a sharp blade and stabbed at Duan Yun.
"Looks like the Blood Skull really has to look up to him!"
Duan Yun sighed.
Originally, this matter had nothing to do with him. However, he had taken the initiative to curry favor with the Blood Skull.
He had thought that he would be able to deal with this easily. However, he hadn't expected that his opponent would be a swordsman who had grasped complete sword intent.
Strictly speaking, a swordsman without complete sword intent wasn't worthy of being called a swordsman. They could only be considered a martialist who used the sword.
The difference in attack power between the two was too great.
The difference in sword technique attainment was also not small.
"Damn it! How can I not block a Heaven Pulse martialist?"
As Ling Xiao's sword drew closer and closer to him, the fear in Duan Yun's heart grew stronger.
Something was wrong!
Duan Yun suddenly sensed the sudden increase in Ling Xiao's aura.
This wasn't a Heaven Pulse martialist. This was a Heaven Pulse martialist!
A Heaven Pulse martialist who had grasped complete sword intent. Even if he was only a mid-stage One-Line-Sky martialist, his terrifying killing power was still not something an ordinary martialist could withstand.
"Die!"
Ling Xiao's figure suddenly disappeared.
At that moment, Duan Yun's heart turned completely cold.
During a battle, the scariest thing was for an opponent to suddenly disappear. That sense of crisis was simply fatal.
Shadow Armor!
Ling Xiao had never used this move ever since he comprehended the Shadow Armor.
Today could be considered as a test.
Ling Xiao's figure suddenly disappeared from a mere two to three meters away. Even Duan Yun was only able to protect his vitals in time.
In the next moment, a dazzling sword light appeared on his body.
The blazing Sword Qi directly pierced through the Immortal Grade Treasure in his hand.
"This is impossible!"
Even if Duan Yun was beaten to death, he would not believe that the sword in his opponent's hand could easily pierce through his fan, even though they were both Celestial Grade Artifacts.
"In the end, weapons are just external objects. True power comes from one's own strength!"
Ling Xiao's cold voice resounded in Duan Yun's ears.
The same Immortal Grade Artifacts would naturally have different effects in the hands of different people.
Unfortunately, it was still too late for Duan Yun to understand this principle. The ice-cold blade contained blazing heat.
He could feel that his heart was rapidly shrinking.
"I almost forgot that his life is yours!"
Ling Xiao kicked Duan Yun toward Hime Myung-kō while he was still breathing.
"Thanks!"
Hime Myung-kō's sword flew up and chopped off Duan Yun's head. Only then did the anger in her heart dissipate.
Seeing this scene, the red-clothed martial artist's face turned extremely ugly.
He had thought that with Duan Yun around, his opponent would not be able to harm him.
He had thought that he would be able to take his revenge today.
He had thought that his opponent would not dare to kill a disciple of the Phoenix Academy.
He had thought that …
He had thought that many things would happen, but unfortunately, none of them had happened as he had expected.
"Are you in despair? You brought this upon yourself! If you had obediently chosen to leave, you would not have died! "
Ling Xiao's voice was filled with a sinister chill.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Xiao's sword had already reached the red-clothed martial artist's throat. Drops of blood were even seeping out from the tip of the sword.
As long as Ling Xiao wanted to, he could easily push the Purple Flash Sword forward and kill the red-clothed martial artist on the spot.
Feeling the fear of death, the red-clothed martial artist finally knelt on the ground. "No, you can't kill me. You should know the rules here. Although disciples of the two academies can fight, they are not allowed to kill!"
Perhaps he didn't even know what he was saying because his voice had changed completely due to fear.
"You also know that the Heavenly Essence Treasure Pagoda has rules?"
Ling Xiao's voice caused the red-clothed martial artist to sink into despair. "One of the rules here states that you cannot disturb a martial artist cultivating in a single room. But what did you do?"
"No! It wasn't me! It was the Blood Skeleton! I didn't do anything! "
The red-clothed martial artist began to shift the blame on the brink of death.
"Who called for the Blood Skeleton?"
Ling Xiao's voice became even colder.
"That's right, I called for them. But, but even if they disturbed your cultivation, aren't you still fine? Once you kill someone here, you'll be in big trouble. I'm afraid you won't have the chance to come here again!"
The red-clothed martial artist swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"Fine? My Senior Sister has been harassed and tortured by you for more than a month! You're telling me that she's fine? "
Ling Xiao's sword had already pierced an inch into the red-clothed martial artist's neck. Blood dripped from the red-clothed martial artist's neck faster and faster.
"Killing you is just taking the life of a scum! That's the real deal! "
Ling Xiao took a deep breath and said slowly, "A single strand of my Senior Sister's hair is worth more than a hundred lives of scum like you!"
"Ling Xiao, don't be rash! If revenge breeds revenge, will there ever be an end to it? Why don't we reconcile? Killing him won't do you any good! "
Mo Wushang frowned and shouted.
"You'd better take care of yourself first. Do the two of you intend to cripple your own cultivation or die by my sword?"
Ling Xiao said coldly.
"This isn't the Heavenly Dragon Continent, nor is it the Sacred Dynasty. You dared to kill a disciple of the Phoenix Academy. This is a serious matter. When the time comes, it will be too late for regrets!"
Qin Bixue said.
"Is that so? Unfortunately, I, Ling Xiao, will never regret my actions, regardless of the outcome. Even if I die because of it, what's done is done. What's there to regret? "
Ling Xiao glanced at Qin Bixue indifferently. He used to be such a domineering and fierce swordsman, but now he was reduced to a dog of someone else.
It really made one sigh with emotion.
"Are you really not afraid of the Blood Skull?"
Mo Wushang asked loudly.
"Blood Skull?"
Ling Xiao had never heard of this person before. It seemed like the red-clothed martial artist had mentioned this person before.
He looked at Feng Yanran, hoping to get an answer.
"The Blood Skull is one of the top twenty martial artists in the Elite Class of the Phoenix Academy. He's really strong!"
Feng Yanran reminded.
In fact, she didn't want Ling Xiao to provoke the Blood Skull. However, she understood Ling Xiao's temper. At this time, it was useless for anyone to persuade him. She could only objectively state the pros and cons and let Ling Xiao think about it himself.
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