Soul Devouring Sword Master

Bang!

With a loud bang, a demon blade slashed on Lin Xiao's back, causing him to tremble and retreat backwards. On the way, several more sword lights slashed at him. He was quick-eyed and quick-handed, dodging two of them, but was still hit by two and flew back again.

Bang! Bang!

The attack made Lin Xiao lose his balance for a while, disrupting his rhythm. Although he tried his best to correct it, he was still hit by one attack after another. In this way, the vicious cycle continued to accumulate, and the situation became worse and worse.

Although his body was strong, he could not withstand the continuous attacks. Moreover, the opponents were all masters of the fifth level of the Holy Spirit Realm. It was impossible for him to hold on to the real bombardment on his body.

Only in the gap between the two people's attacks could Lin Xiao take the opportunity to adjust himself, but it would not be long before he would be hit again. After being hit, he faced a torrential attack.

Bang! Bang...

After several rounds, Lin Xiao was covered with wounds. Even though the defense of the Wanlong War Body was very strong, his body was also covered with scars and bloodstains.

Lin Xiao's face turned pale, he gasped, and his eyes burned with strong murderous intent and flames.

"Boy, aren't you very powerful? Why don't you fight back? Haha, aren't you very arrogant? Try to be arrogant again, haha!"

Mo Shi sneered and attacked non-stop. Seeing the attacks hitting Lin Xiao, he felt very comfortable. The depression that was squeezed in his heart before was vented out. It was so refreshing.

Lin Xiao tried his best to dodge the attack, but his face became more gloomy, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Haha, this boy is dead. No matter how strong he is, he still has to die in the end!"

"No matter how evil a talent is, he is nothing before he grows up!"

Around, many disciples of the Saint Gate and the Demon Valley saw Lin Xiao dodging with difficulty and being hit repeatedly, and sneered.

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect lowered their heads one by one, unable to bear to watch this scene. After all, if it weren't for them, Lin Xiao wouldn't have fallen into this situation. He could have just left, and he had the ability to do so. It was all because of them.

Hateful, they were too weak, not only could they not help, but they became a burden, pathetic and lamentable.

Bang! Bang...

After a few rounds, Lin Xiao had more and more scars on his body. Each wound was not very serious, but many attacks hit the same position, accumulating, making the injuries more and more serious.

Trying his best to avoid the attack, Lin Xiao's expression became more and more solemn, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. If this continued, he would be seriously injured within ten rounds. At that time, his situation would be even more difficult. Not to mention saving people, he might not even be able to protect himself.

"Son, I wonder how long you can hold on. If you kneel down and beg for mercy now, I can consider giving you a quick death!"

Mo Shi laughed grimly.

Before, he was suppressed by Lin Xiao, and he was humiliated in public. Now, he finally had a chance, and he would never let Lin Xiao die easily. He would first destroy him, and then let him die in humiliation.

"Haha, Lin Xiao, I didn't expect that you would have this day, haha..."

Below, Mo Hongyang laughed loudly, very happy, and a look of resentment flashed across his face.

At this time, Mo Shi and Hua Qianli attacked more fiercely, and Lin Xiao was attacked more and more. Several times, he vomited blood directly.

Seeing that the situation was getting more and more critical, it seemed that everything was doomed.

Buzz! !

At this moment, a loud sword sound rang out, resounding throughout the venue.

The sound came from the disciples of the Demon Valley.

Then, a golden sword shadow rushed up, and the speed was so fast that it was jaw-dropping. In an instant, it came near the disciples of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect.

Roar! !

A roaring lion roar sounded, and a silver figure rushed out from the disciples of the Saint Sect.

Bang! Bang...

The silver figure was full of vigor. Above its head, a golden-maned lion appeared. It roared like a lion and rushed through the crowd. Wherever it passed, the Saint Sect disciples who were blocking the way were directly knocked away. Some of those with weaker cultivation were directly exploded in the air, and blood and flesh splattered.

In an instant, the silver figure also came near the disciples of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect.

"Kill!"

Almost at the same time, the golden sword shadow and the silver figure attacked at the same time, with murderous aura.

Everything happened too suddenly. When everyone's attention was focused on the battle above, this sudden scene caught everyone off guard.

Swish! !

Accompanied by the loud sound of the sword, the golden sword shadow shone brightly and broke through the air. In an instant, it split into two, and two into four, forming dozens of sword intentions, sweeping out.

Roar!

On the other side, the silver figure also stomped his feet, and the ground exploded. It was like a ferocious monster, running out wildly, as powerful as thunder.

Puff! Puff!

The golden sword shadow, sharp and unmatched, as fast as lightning, rushed out. In the field, a touch of golden sword light flashed and flashed, accompanied by wisps of blood spurting out. Many disciples of the Demon Valley and the Saint Gate did not even have time to scream, and their heads were directly separated.

In an instant, dozens of heads were thrown into the air, and blood was spilled in the sky.

Bang! Bang...

On the other side, a silver figure swung his fists continuously, and his fists were like a dragon. With the blessing of the silver aura, a series of fist lights broke through the air and killed with great force. One by one, the disciples of the Demon Valley or the Saint Gate were directly pierced by the fists, or exploded into blood.