Fantasy, I can devour infinitely

The other disciples of the Blood Demon Sect were terrified and dared not speak any more, fearing that they would end up like the man just now!

At this moment, they realized how fast the sword of this young swordsman in front of them was!

In fact, if you think about it, you will know that there are not many soft persimmons who dare to come to Black Jade Mountain, not to mention a young boy like Lin Xiao. If he does not have some support and capital, coming to Black Jade Mountain is to seek death.

Obviously, Zhang Xiaotian had some inexplicable confidence after slaughtering Xiao Chuan and his gang just now. In addition, he was arrogant. After seeing that Lin Xiao was young and alone, he did not think about it carefully and just thought that he was as weak as Xiao Chuan and others.

But he didn't expect that he kicked a piece of iron plate, and his arrogance also led to his short life.

Lin Xiao's cold eyes swept across the Blood Ghost Sect disciples one by one, frightening them to tremble and not dare to breathe.

At this moment, a strong spiritual pressure suddenly enveloped not far away.

Immediately, a black shadow appeared here.

This was a middle-aged man in a black robe, with a red mark on his forehead, and his appearance was somewhat similar to that of Zhang Xiaotian.

When he saw the bloody head on the ground, the middle-aged man's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked up to the sky and roared, "Who did it, who killed my son!"

"Master, yes, he killed it!" A Blood Ghost Sect disciple pointed at Lin Xiao and said.

"You killed my son!" The middle-aged man stared at Lin Xiao intently, and the aura around him suddenly rose.

Lin Xiao raised his hand and pointed the tip of his sword at the middle-aged man, "If you want to fight, then fight!"

"You're looking for death! I'm going to tear you into pieces!" The middle-aged man was furious, and his figure flashed, and he shot directly at Lin Xiao.

At the same time, a strong spiritual pressure enveloped Lin Xiao.

The fourth level of the spiritual transformation realm!

Lin Xiao frowned, the opponent's strength was far above his, and he had no chance of winning.

But, so what, a sword cultivator would never retreat! Just draw the sword!

Lin Xiao clenched the long sword, stomped his feet, and the spiritual energy in his body instantly surged to the limit, and then a sword slashed from top to bottom!

Swish!

Heavenly spiritual energy burst!

A violent sword energy broke through the air, carrying the momentum of thunder, and suddenly slashed at the middle-aged man.

Feeling the violent breath of the sword energy, the middle-aged man's face condensed slightly, his hands raised in vain, and then suddenly pressed down.

Bang!

A powerful breath like a tide surged out.

After a few breaths, the sword energy was broken, and the breath like a wave crushed over.

Lin Xiao's face was solemn, and he did not dare to neglect it. He slashed down with another sword!

Heavenly spiritual energy burst!

Bang!

The sword energy was broken again, and the fierce breath rushed to his face.

Lin Xiao quickly condensed a spiritual shield in front of him!

Bang!

The powerful breath hit the shield, and after a few breaths, the shield was shattered.

Bang!

Lin Xiao retreated dozens of feet, and when he stopped, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the blood and qi in his chest rolled.

At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Go to hell!" The middle-aged man said fiercely, and the spiritual energy in his palm gathered to form a dazzling light, and then suddenly slapped Lin Xiao's crown.

A powerful spiritual pressure enveloped Lin Xiao, who was suppressed for a moment and could not dodge. The middle-aged man was about to slap him with his palm!

If this palm fell, Lin Xiao would definitely die!

Swish!!

At this moment, a sword energy suddenly broke through the air and killed!

In an instant, the sword energy slashed on the palm of the middle-aged man.

Bang!

The spiritual energy in the palm of the middle-aged man suddenly dissipated, but the sword energy was still sharp!

"What!" The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and he wanted to stop, but the sword energy was too swift and passed through his palm directly.

"Ah--" The middle-aged man screamed and fell to the ground, and with him fell a bloody palm.

Seeing this scene, the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect were horrified. Their sect master was a master of the fourth level of the Spiritual Transformation Realm. In front of that sword energy, he had no power to fight back and was directly defeated!

What a terrifying sword energy!

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, and quickly used his luck to stop the bleeding. He raised his head and stared at the figure walking behind Lin Xiao, his eyes full of murderous intent, "Who are you?"

Mo Qingfeng did not speak, but walked to Lin Xiao's side, as if to Lin Xiao, or to himself, saying, "Without strength, anyone can bully you, and once you have strength, you can bully anyone!"

When saying this, a picture emerged in Mo Qingfeng's mind.

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On a cold winter night, with heavy snow, a dishevelled, skinny boy squatted on the street, shivering, his upper and lower gums trembling. He was holding a half-dirty steamed bun in his hand and was about to eat it.

Suddenly, a black shadow passed by and snatched the bun from his hand.

The boy looked back and saw a black dog looking at him coldly, holding a bun in its mouth, with indifference in its eyes...

"Senior Brother Mo," Lin Xiao glanced at Mo Qingfeng and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Be careful, this man is quite powerful!"

At this time, the Blood Demon Sect Master stood up and stared at Mo Qingfeng, "Little ghost, who are you?"

The Blood Demon Sect Master was naturally not stupid. Mo Qingfeng looked only 20 years old, but his sword attainments had reached such a level, so his background must be extraordinary.

"Someone you can't afford to offend," Mo Qingfeng said coldly.

The Blood Ghost Sect leader narrowed his eyes. As expected, this kid must have a great background. He was probably not someone his Blood Ghost Sect could afford to offend.

Although he wanted to avenge his son, he knew that if he provoked a superpower, his Blood Ghost Sect might face a catastrophe. He could tell which was more serious.