Soul Devouring Sword Master

"Eight Saints, something bad happened. A while ago, we were in a weapons ruins..."

This holy disciple told the Eighth Saint Son exactly what happened in the weapon ruins not long ago.

"The Fifth Holy Son, the Third Holy Son, and the other senior brothers are all dead. They were all killed by Lin Xiao. I was the only one who was lucky enough to save my life."

This disciple of the Holy Disciple said with a mournful face, as if he was still frightened.

"Eight Saint Sons, let's go find the Second Saint Son and the Great Saint Son, and then we can go find Lin Xiao for revenge!"

"You are, where did you see Lin Xiao?"

The Eight Saints asked without paying attention to the other party's suggestion.

"Yes, it's Lin Xiao. His strength has greatly increased now. Even the Three Holy Sons are no match for him. If not..."

"Where is he now!"

The Eight Saint Sons stared directly at this disciple.

For some reason, the look in the Eight Saint Son's eyes made him tremble, but he still replied, "There is a ruins five hundred miles away in the northwest. Weapons are everywhere there. Eight Saint Son, we'd better hurry up... "

"Who else knows about this besides you?"

The Eighth Saint Son interrupted the other party's words and asked suddenly.

"I am the only one who knows this."

The disciple of the Holy Sect replied, but immediately frowned. Why did the Eighth Holy Son not react at all when he heard the news of the death of the two Holy Sons? You must know that they have a good relationship in the Holy Sect.

Logically speaking, the Eight Saint Sons should be as eager to take revenge as he was, instead of asking about irrelevant things, which made him feel a little strange.

"That's good!"

The Eight Saints nodded. Suddenly, he looked forward, "Who is it?"

The disciples of the Holy Sect were startled and quickly turned around to look.

Phew!

The next moment, blood splattered everywhere, his chest was penetrated, a bloody palm came out, and blood continued to flow.

Suddenly, the pupils of the Holy Disciple shrank, and he lowered his head in disbelief. Seeing the hole in his chest, he said with his last breath, "You...you are not the Eighth Holy Son, who are you..."

Phew!

With the palm retracted, the life of this holy disciple was extinguished, and his body fell to the ground.

His vitality shook, and the blood on his palms evaporated. A strange arc appeared at the corner of the Eight Saint Son's mouth, his face was gloomy, and a bloodthirsty sneer appeared in his eyes, "Sir, I finally found you. This time, you are doomed!"

Uh-huh!

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the Eight Saint Sons flashed and disappeared into the distance.

Three days later, Wei Jiang and others had almost recovered from their injuries, and it was time to say goodbye again.

San's cuddling made Lin Xiao and Murong Shi temporarily forget about those disputes, but they also knew that it was time to separate.

"Lin Xiao, thank you so much for saving your life. I, Jiuxuan Palace, will remember this favor in my heart and will definitely repay it someday!"

Wei Jiang and others cupped their fists and saluted.

"Lin Xiao, I'm leaving, you have to take care of yourself!"

Before leaving, Murong Shi touched Lin Xiao's face tenderly, with a trace of reluctance on her face, but it was soon pressed into her heart. She knew clearly that she and Lin Xiao both had their own missions, and it was not you and me now. when.

In fact, in one aspect, Murong Shi and Lin Xiao are very similar. They are both the kind of people who can see the overall situation clearly and are not easily swayed by emotions. They know when to restrain their emotions and when to do business.

This does not mean that their feelings are not deep enough. On the contrary, it is because they trust each other and have strong feelings that they dare to let go of each other and will not get tired of being together. They know that no matter how much time passes, their feelings will never change.

Parting is for the next reunion.

"Don't worry, see you in three months!"

Lin Xiao smiled gently, held Murong Shi's hand, and shaved her nose. Murong Shi's pretty face blushed slightly.

"Take care of yourself!"

After taking one last look at Lin Xiao, Murong Shi followed Wei Jiang and others and left.

Looking at Murong Shi's leaving figure, Lin Xiao looked at the sky above his head, took a deep breath, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and left here immediately.

Buzz! !

From the previous weapon ruins, a loud sword sound sounded, alarming everyone in the world.

Immediately afterwards, a huge demonic light rushed up. The demonic energy was powerful and dazzling, turning into a black shadow of sword light, as if a divine weapon came to the world, unparalleled in dominance, and wanted to break through the sky.

"So strong, Rao Jianyi has entered the Tao again!"

"This sword intent is as crazy as a demon, full of domineering power, and seems to be a demonic way..."

Many people looked surprised, and under the influence of this sword intent, they couldn't help but feel palpitations.

boom! !

This sword intent expanded to a range of about 100 meters, and then quickly retracted.

Uh-huh!

I saw a woman in a black dress suddenly opening her eyes, her eyes like lightning and fierce.

"The sword of the devil, this is my sword!"

Shangguan Zhiyan let out a breath, and a dark sword light flashed in his eyes. It was sharp, full of demonic aura, and the evil aura was astonishing.

"gone!"

Standing up slowly, Shangguan Zhiyan turned into a sword light, rushed up, and left the cluster.

Many people heard the sound and rushed over, but only saw the figure disappearing in a flash of sword light, and they couldn't help but feel a little regretful.