"Where's my wife?"
Xiao Luo yelled at Curisa. His body was surrounded by a demonic aura. His black hair swayed in the air even though there was no wind. He slowly drew his Long Dao out of its sheath.
"Don't you dare insult our Holy Lord. You're just a remnant of the Xiao Clan. You have no right to see her!" Curisa said.
"Fine, I'll kill you!"
Xiao Luo sneered. His blood-red Long Dao was filled with murderous intent. A dazzling blood-red glow shot out from the tip of the Long Dao, rising into the air like a blood-red flame. The chilling murderous intent sent a bone-piercing chill down the Light Clan members' spines.
Curisa looked nervous and solemn as he prepared himself for battle. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead. At this moment, Xiao Luo was no longer a weakling who could be trampled on by him. Even in the past, when Xiao Luo had awakened his bloodline, Xiao Luo was not someone who could be taken lightly by Curisa.
"Curisa, you humiliated me the last time we met. Now, I'm going to return the humiliation to you!"
Xiao Luo roared, and the Dragon Saber in his hand made an ear-piercing dragon roar. He swung the saber with majestic momentum, and a domineering blood-black light fell straight from the sky like a long rainbow. It roared and roared like a flood out of a dam.
At the same time, Curisa swung her Long Dao. The silver glow of her Long Dao swept toward the blood-red glow like a dragon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.
However, the moment it came into contact with the blood-black light, it dissipated into nothingness. The blood-black light enveloped him, and in his eyes, he could no longer see his opponent, Xiao Luo. The entire world was blood-black.
Right in front of him, a blood-red Long Dao with an aura of death was coming at him at a frightening speed. He couldn't help but tremble. He kicked backward and retreated to the side like a flash of light.
The blood-red Long Dao, formed by the glow of the Long Dao, smashed Curisa's afterimage into pieces. Curisa, who had dodged the Long Dao, was not unharmed. The blood-red Long Dao continued to attack him and sent him flying.
"Pfft!"
Curisa spat out mouthfuls of blood. He howled in pain and fell to the ground. His face was as white as a sheet.
He was defeated in one move! He was defeated in one move!
This was a great humiliation. Back then, he had looked down on the common folk with a superior attitude, but a few months later, he had been defeated in a single move. It was unimaginable and unacceptable. He endured the pain and stood up like a carp, panting heavily as he stared at Xiao Luo.
. "" Not bad. You're still alive after that one move! "
Xiao Luo sneered. He was not a saint, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a vengeful person. Now that he had Curisa under his feet, the feeling of crushing him under his feet was so exhilarating that the blood in his body began to boil uncontrollably.
Curisa couldn't say anything. His face was burning as if he had been slapped. He gripped his Long Dao with both hands, gritted his teeth, and readied himself for another attack.
Xiao Luo sneered. He swung his Long Dao again.
An indestructible blood-black blade radiance streaked across the sky and dyed the world a blood-black color. It could no longer be measured by its length. The blood-black blade radiance was like magma bursting out from a crack in the ground. It soared more than a hundred feet into the sky and slashed toward Curisa at lightning speed. It was as gorgeous as the face of the Grim Reaper.
It was no doubt a terrifying slash!
Curisa didn't even have the courage to draw his Long Dao in front of the Long Dao. His eyes were wide open as he stared in horror. Time seemed to have stopped for him. His surroundings were dead silent. There was only one thought in his mind — it was over.
In the end, he closed his eyes in despair and waited for the Grim Reaper to come …
At this critical moment, a bright Sword Qi that was no less powerful than the blood-red Long Dao slashed across the sky silently. It was like a huge crescent moon that was parallel to the ground. It collided with the blood-red Long Dao slash.
"Boom!"
A loud sound that shook the heavens and the earth surged out like a thunderclap. No matter if it was the bright sword qi or the blood black blade light, all of them dissipated at this instant and transformed into surging and terrifying energy fluctuations that surged and swept out in all directions with the point of collision as the center.
Curisa was sent flying by the wave of energy. The other members of the Light Clan around her were sent flying as well. The wave of energy was like the roar of a beast, the howling of the wind, and the roaring of a tsunami. Ghost was far away. She was shielded by the Phantom Dancer, but she still felt a great pressure on her chest. It was unbearable.
It was not until five or six breaths later that the wave of energy dissipated …
Xiao Luo swayed. He took two steps back and steadied himself. He didn't hear the voice, but he knew that it must be the King of Swords, one of the Four Kings of the Light Clan.
"Cough … Cough, cough …"
Curisa, who was on the ground, kept coughing up blood. Her breath was in a mess. It was as if a ferocious beast was rampaging through her body, damaging her internal organs and meridians. She looked up and saw a man with a cold face standing in front of her.
Curisa was stunned at first. Then she smiled with relief. "King, you … You are here!"
There was a deep sense of respect in his words.
This white clothed and lofty man was Ming!
"Your king is not the only one here. We are here too!"
A slightly mocking voice was heard, and three more people walked over from the side. Behind each of them, there was an attendant and assistant.
"King of Swords, King of Swords, and King of Thunder!"
Curisa's eyes widened and he swallowed hard. As the Sword King's right-hand man, he knew better than anyone else that the four kings of the Holy Land of the Light Clan were not willing to give in to each other. They despised and despised each other, so it was rare for them to gather together. It was rare to see all four of them in one place.
The severely injured members of the Light Clan felt as if they had found an organization. They had mixed feelings and wanted to cry and complain. They glared at Xiao Luo angrily as if to say, "Our people are here. You can just wait for your death."
"Is this the descendant of the Xiao Clan in the original world? You are indeed very powerful. You were able to defeat Curisa so easily. If Ming had not arrived in time, you would have been killed by that blow. " Among the three men, the one with a beard and unkempt hair had a wine gourd hanging from his waist. He looked at Xiao Luo and then at Curisa, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Curisa felt his face burning, but he still replied respectfully, "Your Highness, the Lord of the Saber is right. I am not as skilled as him. I am no match for him!"
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