Soul Devouring Sword Master

"Haha, it's finally gone!"

The lean man came slowly, stopped nearby, and waited for a while. Seeing that Lin Xiao was really exhausted, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That's good. If the three holy envoys died, then there would be no one to compete with Xiao Lin for his head.

Walking slowly to Lin Xiao's side, he saw the latter motionless, lying on the ground like a dead fish. The lean man held his hand, and a holy sword condensed out. He immediately raised the long sword and slashed it down.

"This monster is finally going to die!"

Nearby, those saints who followed up secretly breathed a sigh of relief. They had suffered heavy losses. If they couldn't kill a warrior at the fourth level of the Holy Spirit Realm, they would probably become a joke if word spread.

Miracles can never happen all the time. Everything is over!

laugh!

The lean man dropped his long sword, and Lin Xiao was about to die under the sword.

Lin Xiao, on the other hand, had already grasped the jade talisman tightly and was about to crush it.

laugh! !

At this moment, a sharp explosion of air suddenly sounded, and suddenly, a sharp sword light shot out from the nearby mountain forest.

when! !

The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and the lean man's holy sword was directly shattered by the sword light. Immediately, the sharp sword intent suddenly rolled up and swept away.

"What!"

The lean man's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly activated his body-protecting spirit while retreating sharply backwards.

laugh! laugh...

The sharp sword intent struck the body-protecting spirit, like a blade meeting tofu, crushing the body-protecting spirit into pieces in an instant.

"How is it possible, no, no -"

The lean man's eyes widened and he let out a desperate and unwilling roar. The next moment, he was directly enveloped by the sword's will and twisted into a ball of blood mist.

Everything happened in just one breath, and a holy envoy was wiped out in ashes on the spot.

"It's him!"

Half awake and half unconscious, Lin Xiao vaguely saw a figure in white appearing, and immediately his vision fell into darkness.

"Ning Changsheng! Why is he here!"

Around them, the saints let out a burst of exclamations and looked horrified.

Yes, the sword light that suddenly appeared was none other than Ning Changsheng.

"If you don't want to die, get out!"

Ning Changsheng spoke coldly, his body filled with murderous aura and his sword intent blooming.

"withdraw!"

"Quickly retreat!"

At that moment, these saints evacuated one after another, not daring to look back.

Even the Holy Envoy was instantly killed. If they didn't escape, were they waiting to die?

Seeing that these people had left, Ning Changsheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his body trembled, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and his face turned pale.

Before, the ice city was broken, and he was chased by a two-star holy envoy. He went through all kinds of troubles and used the treasures at the bottom of the box to escape, but he was still injured.

After that, he hid in this mountain forest to recuperate.

Just now, he noticed the fluctuation of spiritual energy here, so he rushed over. He happened to see Lin Xiao lying on the ground, so he took action decisively.

After putting away the ring, Ning Changsheng leaned down and checked Lin Xiao's breathing and pulse. Then, he took a pill for him, and then carried him away from here.

When Lin Xiao woke up, he found that he was in an ice cave.

Beside him, Ning Changsheng was sitting cross-legged, doing exercises to heal his injuries.

As if sensing something, Ning Changsheng opened his eyes and said softly, "You're awake."

"How long have I been asleep?"

"two."

"Thank you for saving me. I'll remember this favor."

Lin Xiaodao was about to get up immediately, but as soon as he exerted force, a tearing pain suddenly hit him. He grinned in pain and gasped. As a last resort, he lay down again.

"Your injury is serious and you need to rest. Please don't move around recently,"

Ning Changsheng ordered, and immediately looked at Lin Xiao, "To be honest, it is indeed a miracle that you survived. Your injuries would have killed any warrior."

"Maybe I'm lucky."

Lin Xiao shook his head and smiled. He knew very well that his ability to survive was entirely due to his powerful physical body. In addition, he could feel that the power of his blood also played a role.

Ning Changsheng and Lin Xiao didn't know much about each other. The only thing they knew about each other was the battle with the Holy Sect in front of the city.

In that sparring match, Ning Changsheng and Lin Xiao both helped the Ten Thousand Blood Sect win a battle, thus helping the Ten Thousand Blood Sect win the final victory. Moreover, both of them were swordsmen and had good talents, although they did not communicate much. , but there is a feeling of feeling like old friends at first sight. This is probably the tacit understanding between sword cultivators and sword cultivators.

"Get some rest. Your injuries are serious. It takes at least two days before you can try to walk."

Ning Changsheng said softly, then closed his eyes and continued to heal his wounds.

Lin Xiao also smiled faintly. He had heard that Ning Changsheng had an indifferent personality and was not very interested in other things except practicing swordsmanship. He looked like a swordsman.

No matter what, the other party saved his life after all, and he remembered this favor.

What we need to do now is to recover as soon as possible.

When he got up, he hadn't suffered such a serious injury for a long time. The last time it seemed was when he made a big fuss in the Ice Spirit Palace, it was already two years ago.