Soul Devouring Sword Master

He had no doubt that the other person's finger just now was just a casual move without any effect at all. Otherwise, if the other party wanted to kill him, it would be as easy as squeezing an insect to death.

He couldn't understand how such a terrifying guy could appear in this ruins, but at the moment, he couldn't think about it anymore, his life was in the opponent's hands.

"I, I don't know about Lin Xiao. I haven't seen him before. I just came here a few days ago. I just couldn't see Taishan. Please forgive me, sir."

Xiong Bing said tremblingly, in the face of death, everyone will be afraid, and he is no exception.

"I haven't seen it before, so forget it!"

The Eight Saints shook his head and raised his feet.

Suddenly, Xiong Bing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his palms were covered with sweat and his heart was beating wildly. Finally, he saved his life.

However, the next moment, the Eight Saint Son's feet just lifted up and suddenly fell down again.

Snapped!

Xiong Bing's head exploded instantly, like an exploding watermelon, with pieces of meat flying everywhere.

Immediately, the people around him couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise, their faces turned earth-colored, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

No one thought that a talented master of the beast tribe would be trampled on his head and die tragically on the spot.

What a cruel method!

Turning around, the Eighth Saint Son glanced at everyone. Immediately, everyone couldn't help but shudder. Their bodies and minds were trembling violently. They couldn't help but huddle together, and chills ran out of their hearts.

At this moment, it was as if the God of Death was staring at them. Everyone held their breath and did not dare to breathe out.

They have no doubt that the other party can wipe them out with a wave of their hands.

"Who among you has seen Lin Xiao? Where has he gone?"

The Eighth Saint Son's indifferent gaze glanced at everyone, but it made people feel as if they were being stared at by a poisonous snake, as if falling into an ice cave, and the hairs on their hair stood on end.

Everyone was holding their heads, not daring to look at each other's eyes. For a moment, no one dared to speak.

"Since you don't know, then let's all die!"

With that, the Eight Saint Son's eyes turned cold and he was about to take action.

"Wait, I, I know."

Suddenly, a young man said in a trembling voice. Originally, he didn't dare because he was afraid that he would be silenced, but now he had to give it a try.

"Oh? When did you meet him? Where did he go?"

The Eight Saint Sons looked at the young man.

"About a month ago, that fire mark was left by him, and he walked in that direction!"

The young man said truthfully, pointing in a certain direction.

Hearing this, the Eight Saint Sons walked aside and noticed a scorched black mark hundreds of meters long, with a hint of sword intent remaining.

The seemingly invisible sword intent appeared dark purple in the eyes of the Eight Saints, making the corner of his mouth curl up, "The death sword intent is a bit interesting..."

Uh-huh!

The next moment, the Eight Saint Sons flashed and disappeared.

call! !

Everyone exhaled a long breath in unison, and many people's bodies went limp and collapsed directly on the ground, sweating profusely, panting, and even worse, they fainted from fear.

Just now, they seemed to have escaped from the gate of hell. This feeling that life and death depended only on each other's thoughts left a shadow of fear to many people.

"Who is that guy? How scary!"

"Holy Sect, when did such a number one person appear? Could he be the Holy Son of the Holy Sect?"

"I don't know. The feeling of oppression this guy gives me is actually much stronger than that of the leader of our beast tribe! Is this guy really a contestant?"

Many people felt frightened and had a feeling of being left behind. The other party was not only terrifying in strength, but also cruel in methods. They had no doubt that if someone had not told him the news, they would all have died.

"That person, is he looking for Lin Xiao?"

"Who is Lin Xiao?"

"Whoever he is, he doesn't have to look for us. I would rather give up than meet this person again..."

Some people directly choose to leave here to prevent the other party from returning, even if they give up the opportunity here.

Uh-huh!

After parting ways with Murong Shi and his entourage, Lin Xiao traveled quickly, looking for opportunities.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed, but nothing was found.

In the days that followed, Lin Xiao stopped to consolidate his sword intent while looking for opportunities.

It is worth mentioning that after absorbing a large number of undead, the Soul-Swallowing Sword did not break through to the level of God, but it was relatively close.

At this time, Lin Xiao was sitting cross-legged on a mountain peak, and the Death Sword Intention spread out. As he held his palm, it quickly condensed into a gorgeous dark purple sword.

Then, with a thought, the long sword condensed again, shrinking in size by half, and then compressed again...

Finally, the sword intention condensed into a wisp of sword energy, as thick as a hair.

"Death Sword Qi!"

A hint of curvature appeared at the corner of Lin Xiao's mouth. After these continuous attempts, he became more comfortable in controlling the Death Sword Intent and used more diverse methods.

When he got up, his Sword Intent was relatively slow to enter the Dao. Now he is almost at the Nascent Soul Realm. He has just entered the Dao. Taking advantage of the Sword Intent, it is comparable to the first-level original form. Of course, the Death Sword Intent is special and more powerful than the form.

"We must improve the Death Sword Intent as soon as possible!"

Lin Xiao thought that when the time comes, the Death Sword Intent and the Origin of Death will be released at the same time, complementing each other, and the power will definitely be great.