After practicing the ruthless way, the little sister is too strong

It is extremely unlikely that a person will always be lucky, but it is also impossible for him to always be unlucky.

And vice versa.

After successfully escaping from the camp hidden in the lake, Xia Ling returned to the Shadow Forest.

But after running for just one mile, dozens of shadow demons came towards her and forced her into a desperate situation.

Shadow Demons are extremely special, although their attack power is weaker than demons of the same level.

But his insight is comparable to that of a Mahayana monk.

Even though she used an invisibility charm and wore robes, they were still able to find her accurately by following her life force and shadow.

There was no way to hide, and I spent nearly three days fighting them.

Although most of the shadow demons that followed the breath were strangled to death by the formation set up by Lin Nei, the cultivation levels of the few remaining ones were generally similar to those of humans in the Divine Transformation Realm.

Xia Ling's cultivation was suppressed by the restrictions in the forest, although he used magic weapons and talisman formations to kill two of the shadow demons.

But it aroused the anger of his companions.

After devouring the corpses of their companions, they fell into a frenzy and their attacks became more and more fierce.

"Damn human! I won't stop until I tear you into pieces today!" The sharp and piercing voice echoed throughout the forest, startling several birds.

The shadow demon looks similar to humans, but has not been able to fully transform into a human form.

It has two wings on its back, two horns on its head, and its whole body is pitch black.

He was born with an ugly and ferocious appearance, and his entire body was pitch black, like a ghost crawling out of a quagmire.

Xia Ling drew the Wuyou Sword from his waist and raised the sword to block the scimitar attack from the leading demon.

The sword blade collided with the scimitar, creating a spark.

Due to the difference in cultivation level and the fact that the other side had more than one person, Xia Ling was forced to retreat continuously.

He used the Wind Spirit Technique and stepped on the raised mountain wall to quickly move upwards to avoid the attacking fireball magic blade.

Just before the Shadow Demon flew over to attack her, Xia Ling swung the Worry-Free Sword into the air.

The sword's sharp energy pierced through the heart of the unsuspecting shadow demon in the distance.

Thick black blood spurted out, followed by a loud crash as someone fell to the ground.

"Damn it! Despicable human, go to hell!" The shadow demon who was approaching Xia Ling and preparing for a sneak attack was extremely angry when he saw that he had lost another companion.

With red eyes, he raised the giant scimitar and slashed towards Xia Ling's neck.

He wanted to cut Xia Ling into pieces with such hatred that he wanted to cut him into pieces. The other shadow demons felt the same way.

"Waste." Xia Ling glanced at the five shadow demons in all directions, sneered, and dodged.

He used the stone wall to leap into the air and flipped in mid-air.

The poison needles in his hand scattered like rain, and while the shadow demons were busy dodging, Xia Ling recalled the Worry-Free Sword.

He raised his hand and wielded the unparalleled sixth move - Soul Killing.

She had just learned the sixth move within a month before leaving the illusory world, and it gave her a great advantage in group attacks.

The sword energy gathered and drew several moon-white sword marks in the air.

It attacked the Shadow Demon like a white moon, and was surrounded by moon-white sword blades in front and behind. The Shadow Demon had no time to dodge and simply gave up.

He attacked Xia Ling despite his own injuries.

The demonic attack condensed by the five gods had lasted for three whole days for Xia Ling, who was already injured. It was undoubtedly bad news for Xia Ling.

The entire body was penetrated by the evil energy and all the internal organs were shattered.

There was a hole on the chest, and the robes and talisman paper became ineffective at this moment, revealing a white dress soaked in blood and stained bright red.

Everything in front of Xia Ling's eyes went dark, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and instinctively ran away.

Several shadow demons were also injured by the sword and could not catch up for a while.

The damn Shadow Forest has a limited delay in space, otherwise Xia Ling wouldn't have fallen to this point.

The Wind Spirit Technique was used to its full potential, but half an hour later, the unwilling Shadow Demon caught up with him again.

Xia Ling staggered to a stop, his body somewhat unstable.

Although he took the elixir, his injuries were too severe and it took a while for them to heal completely.

Seeing that there is no way to escape, I simply gave up.

Xia Ling swallowed the sweet and fishy blood, tightly grasped the Wuyou Sword, and prepared to give it his all.

Wushuang's first and second moves were performed continuously, and after forcing the Shadow Demon back, he was also hit back due to the disorder of his spiritual power.

The hand holding the Wuyou Sword was trembling slightly, and just as it was about to fall, it was tightly held by a hand that reached out from behind.

At the same time, the blood talismans in the sky turned into the Nine Killing Formation, binding all the shadow demons inside.

A familiar faint fragrance came over, and Xia Ling slightly retracted the poison needle hidden in his left hand hanging by his side.

Looking down, the hand holding hers was as white as pearls and jade, with well-proportioned joints and slender fingers.

Because the skin color is too white, the light blue blood vessels under the skin can be vaguely seen.

On her wrist was a bracelet of green warm beads, which was the healing relic she had specially sought out.

Just as Xia Ling was about to speak, a familiar voice sounded beside her ear, "Junior Sister, in the way of swordsmanship, if you can't break the situation by killing, then you can only wait for death."

The man's tone of voice is usually lazy and unhurried, giving people the impression of a lazy and careless nobleman.

But at this moment, the clear and pleasant voice carried a coldness that was inconsistent with his nature.

The hint of hoarseness and weariness hidden in it showed how bad his condition was.

Xia Ling's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and she wanted to turn around, but he held her shoulders.

"Second Brother, you..."

She wanted to ask him how he found this place, but was interrupted.

"The seventh move of the unparalleled sword technique, experience it with peace of mind, I..."

Xia Ling understood immediately and silently added, "I'll only teach you once."

"Heh..." A low, mellow laugh echoed, "I'm glad to know."