Soul Devouring Sword Master

The other Dragon Palace disciples, including Xiao Yun, stared at Lin Xiao with unfriendly expressions, and privately agreed that whoever met Lin Xiao in the next finals must kill him, and if he didn't die, he would be skinned alive, so that he would know the consequences of playing tricks on the disciples of Feilong Domain.

After stepping down from the stage, Lin Xiao also noticed the many cold eyes in the Feilong Domain area, but he didn't care at all. With his current strength, he would not be afraid even if he met Xiao Lie.

Instead of flying back to the stands, Lin Xiao watched the battle directly under the stage.

"The second game, Canglan Domain, Xuanzhong, against Shigui Hall, Ghost Cultivator!"

As soon as the voice fell, two figures flew up and landed on the stage.

Xuanzhong, from Canglan Domain Xuanmen, a very mysterious force, at this moment, Xuanzhong was wearing a black robe, his whole body covered in the robe, only revealing two eyes, looking calm and composed.

On the other side, there was a young man in a black robe, with a white complexion and a bloodless face, as if his blood vessels had dried up. His two eyes emitted a cold light that was breathtaking.

"Begin!"

"Boy, I heard that you are from Canglan Territory, a barren territory. It is really surprising that you can come here. However, that's all!"

Ghost Cultivator smiled coldly, revealing slightly sharp teeth, like a cold and evil wolf.

Xuan Zhong said nothing, but his eyes became serious.

"This ghost cultivator is said to be a newly rising pride in the Corpse Ghost Hall. He is a rising star, but his strength is comparable to that of an ordinary first-class pride. In the Corpse Ghost Hall, he is also a ghost king."

Under the battle stage, Lin Xiao narrowed his eyes and whispered to himself.

In addition to the ghost cultivator, the other two first-class prides in the Corpse Ghost Hall are Ghost Fire and Ghost One. Among them, Ghost One is the strongest.

As members of the Canglan Domain, although they each serve their own masters, Lin Xiao still tends to be on Xuan Zhong's side. However, from the perspective of form, Xuan Zhong's situation is not good.

To be honest, Lin Xiao was already surprised that Xuan Zhong could make it out of the group stage. This shows that Xuan Zhong has the combat power of the peak of the second-class pride. As expected, this Xuanmen is not simple.

"Hmph, playing tricks!"

The ghost cultivator snorted coldly, his eyes turned cold, and he suddenly attacked.

Swish!

The next moment, the ghost cultivator disappeared instantly. In an instant, there were many ghosts on the battlefield. The ghost cultivator was like a ghost, as fast as lightning, dazzling.

In a blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Xuan Zhong.

"Ghost God Leg!"

The ghost cultivator shouted, the ghost energy was entangled, and suddenly a leg swept out, the space was rippling like water waves, and the powerful energy broke through the air, mixed with the dark ghost energy, and there was a faint ghost shadow flickering.

"Xuanfeng Ruler!"

Xuanzhong clenched his hand, and a black iron tool appeared in his hand. The iron tool was rectangular, about two meters long and two palms wide, emitting a lustrous luster. It was of high grade.

Bang!

Xuanzhong held the Xuanfeng Ruler in his hand and suddenly swept it out, colliding with the ghost cultivator's leg force.

Bang! !

With a loud bang, the energy burst out, Xuanzhong's arm shook, and his body retreated wildly, while the ghost cultivator on the other side only retreated a few steps, and then stepped on his feet and attacked Xuanzhong again.

"Wind is invisible!"

Seeing the ghost cultivator coming to kill, Xuanzhong's eyes were stern, his breath surged, and the artistic conception of wind permeated. As he swung the Xuanfeng Ruler in his hand, wind blades condensed and flew out.

"Insect carving skills!"

The ghost cultivator sneered, and the man in the air suddenly swept out with a leg, and the dark energy was hit, and a large piece of wind blades was shattered. Then, a few more legs were swept out, and in just one breath, all the wind blades were destroyed.

"Wind has no shadow!"

Xuan Zhong's eyes condensed, holding the Xuanfeng ruler with both hands, and slashed out fiercely. Suddenly, the artistic conception of endless wind quickly condensed, forming a shocking blade, and slashed out angrily.

"Ghosts and gods are shocked!"

Ghost cultivator shouted coldly, spinning rapidly in the air, and suddenly kicked out with a leg.

Bang! !

With a loud bang, the blade of air shattered, and the leg strength collapsed.

Xuan Zhong's body trembled, and he practiced his legs backwards. The ghost cultivator stomped his feet and took advantage of the situation to chase.

Bang!

In an instant, the ghost cultivator approached Xuan Zhong and suddenly kicked out with a leg.

Dang!

Xuan Zhong stepped on his feet, exerted force on his waist, picked up the Xuanfeng ruler, condensed the artistic conception of wind, and stabbed it out fiercely.

Bang!

With a loud bang, Xuan Zhong's body shook and flew back. The ghost cultivator retreated three steps in a row, stomped his feet, rushed up, and killed Xuan Zhong.

Bang! Bang...

For a while, the two kept fighting, hard against hard, energy surging, and energy rolling.

Under the battle stage, Lin Xiao stared at the battle on the battle stage, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"The artistic conception of wind... the wind is invisible... the wind has no shadow... so it is like this..."

Seeing Xuan Zhong's use of the artistic conception of wind on the battle stage, with various changes, Lin Xiao was like a revelation, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

His artistic conception of wind has reached the peak of the late stage of great success, and he is only one step away from perfection, but he is also stuck at a bottleneck. He can't break through by refining the mystery crystal stone alone.

And Xuan Zhong's artistic conception of wind has undoubtedly reached perfection, and unlike Lin Xiao's artistic conception of wind, Xuan Zhong's artistic conception of wind is more inclined to change, and the means of attack are varied, making it hard to defend against.

In the past, Lin Xiao only thought that the artistic conception of wind focused on sharpness and speed, but he didn't think that it also included variety.

Staring at the battle between Xuan Zhong and the ghost cultivator on the battle stage, Lin Xiao's eyes became brighter and brighter.