bookandnovel Chapter 14441 My Sword Is Dirty
Chapter 14441 My Sword Is Dirty
Chapter 14441 My Sword Is Dirty
The sword light was like blazing sunlight, instantly melting the ice crystals into water vapor.
Ling Xiao's sword continued its momentum, slashing towards the woman.
The woman in the green robe's pupils suddenly contracted to ink dots. She sensed the immense power of Ling Xiao's sword strike, and a strong sense of crisis welled up in her heart.
She lightly touched the air with her toes, and her body shot backward like a meteor, instantly reaching hundreds of feet away.
She had just regained her balance and hadn't even had a chance to catch her breath when a sliver of cold light pierced the air without warning, aimed straight at her throat!
The flying sword seemed to have been born from nothingness, its tip emitting a ghostly blue light, as if it could tear space apart, carrying a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
The woman in green was greatly alarmed. She had not expected Ling Xiao's flying sword to be so strange and so fast.
With a swift and elegant flick of her wrist, a jade hairpin sword appeared in her palm.
The jade hairpin sword emitted a soft light, as if it contained a mysterious power.
With a slight twist of her wrist, the jade hairpin sword transformed into a streak of light and pierced out. The sword's cry was like a phoenix's cry in the heavens, clear and melodious yet carrying a sharp and fierce aura.
"boom!"
The two swords clashed, producing a deafening roar.
A powerful shockwave swept out like a tsunami, blowing the surrounding trees to the side and sending dust flying everywhere.
The flying sword was actually cleaved away, its blade drawing a shrill arc in the air, as if telling of its resentment.
At that moment, in the dim and oppressive atmosphere, Ling Xiao's figure appeared before the woman in green without warning, like a ghost.
His movements were as swift as lightning, leaving no time to track his movements.
He held the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword tightly in his hand, raising it high. The blade was wrapped in a dense and dazzling black light, which seemed to be flames from the depths of hell, carrying endless evil and destructive power.
At this moment, Ling Xiao was like a god of death descended from hell, exuding a terrifying aura that made people tremble with fear.
The woman in the green dress's previously composed expression changed drastically in an instant; her once fair and jade-like face turned ashen white.
At this moment, she was in an awkward situation where her old strength had just dissipated and her new strength had not yet been generated. The spiritual energy in her body was not flowing smoothly, and her body was also somewhat sluggish due to the previous fierce battle, so she did not have time to make any dodging movements.
She had a bad feeling in her heart, and a trace of despair flashed in her eyes, but she quickly gritted her teeth and revealed a kind of determination in her eyes.
She swiftly held the jade hairpin sword horizontally in front of her chest. Under the stimulation of her spiritual power, the sword shimmered with a hazy blue light. The light was gentle yet carried a tenacious strength, as if it were trying its best to resist this earth-shattering blow.
The Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword crashed down with an overwhelming force, its speed seemingly transcending the limitations of time.
With a deafening clang, the sound of metal snapping tore through the void, sharp and piercing, as if death itself were roaring.
Faced with this immense power, the Jade Hairpin Sword was as fragile as a tree branch, easily cleaved in two.
The broken sword flew through the air, carrying a hint of resentment and helplessness.
The woman in the green robe shot backward like a kite with a broken string, her body drawing a long arc in the air before instantly appearing hundreds of feet away.
But at this moment, her entire right arm had disappeared at the shoulder, and blood gushed out from the wound like a blooming red lotus, scattering into the void.
The blood was like a burning flame, carrying a scorching heat. The stench of blood quickly spread, making the surrounding air heavy and oppressive.
The woman in the green dress stared intently at Ling Xiao, her eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness. Her left knuckles turned white from the intense pain, and her body trembled slightly from the pain.
She gritted her teeth, her voice trembling, and said, "You haven't become one with the Demon Sword, yet you still possess such terrifying power. Who...who exactly are you?"
She then asked, "Why does it possess such immense power?"
Her heart was filled with doubt and fear, unable to understand why this young man could display such amazing strength.
Before he could finish speaking, Ling Xiao roared, his voice booming like thunder, making the surrounding air buzz.
His eyes widened in fury, revealing a madness and determination, and he roared, "What nonsense are you spouting?"
He continued to yell, "I'm fighting you to the death, not reciting poetry with you!"
He roared one last time, "Today, it's either you or me who dies!"
The sound was like thunder, echoing between heaven and earth.
Having said that, he flashed and reappeared in front of the woman in green like a ghost.
His speed was so fast that the woman in the green dress had no time to react.
The woman in the green dress had her pupils shrink to pinpoints, her eyes filled with fear and despair.
With all her might, she swung the only remaining Xuan Tie heavy sword in her hand, which whistled as it tore through space as it slashed fiercely down at Ling Xiao.
The sword strike was incredibly fierce, as if it would cleave Lingxiao in two.
However, Ling Xiao was not afraid at all. He swung the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword in his hand, and a sharp sword light flashed.
With a "whoosh!" sound, a mist of blood spread out.
The woman in green was cleaved in two by the sword, her remains falling into the void like tattered cloth and disappearing into the endless darkness.
Ling Xiao, holding the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword, slowly turned around. His movements were steady and cold, as if every step he took was on the edge of life and death.
His gaze was as sharp as ice, piercing straight towards the massive and majestic black iron warship carrying the woman in green.
The warship exuded a cold aura, and the black iron on its surface gleamed with a chilling light in the dim light, like a lurking behemoth.
Ling Xiao sneered disdainfully and shouted, "Don't send such trash to die, lest you dirty my sword!"
The sound was as chilling as a cold wind, echoing through the air.
Before the words were finished, a chilling voice suddenly came from inside the warship. The voice seemed to come from an ice cellar, carrying a bone-chilling cold: "It seems we still underestimated your strength."
The voice revealed an arrogant and condescending attitude, as if Lingxiao was nothing more than an ant that could be crushed at will in their eyes.
Upon hearing this, Ling Xiao suddenly roared, his voice booming like thunder, causing the surrounding air to buzz.
His eyes widened in fury, burning with rage, and he roared, "Still spouting this bullshit, acting all high and mighty! Are your heads filled with dung?!"
He continued to roar, "You really think you're something special? You're nothing but a bunch of cowardly turtles hiding in warships!"
His roar echoed through the heavens and earth, as if to transmit his anger to every corner.
With a roar, Ling Xiao swung the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword down with a fierce and swift motion, as if he wanted to cleave the entire world in two.