Chapter 555： Kill Xia Feng

"I really don't know, where are you confident."

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, suddenly stretched out two fingers, and drew them out of thin air.

"Om."

The piercing sword roar resounded instantly, but compared with Xia Feng's mighty sword, Ling Xiao's sword fingers seemed a bit...too perfunctory at this time.

I saw a ray of sword light, extremely dim against the golden light of the sky.

Even if they didn't look carefully, everyone would never see the clear light that was hidden by the golden glow.

So, probably at this time the grief on many people's faces is real.

They seem to have seen a leader of the right path, about to die under the true magic sword!

"Master Ling Xiao!"

Someone began to cry out, tears in their eyes.

You, why bother?

Obviously you don't need to lead by example and punish demons with your own hands.

However, you are still not afraid of hardships and dangers, and vowed to set an example for Xijiang Tianjiao.

Your righteous deeds will survive through the ages and be admired by all souls, and become a model of my righteous way!

At this time, after seeing the terrifying sword intent in the clear light, Yue Xiao's face suddenly condensed.

At this moment, she seemed to faintly feel that in that seemingly small sword light, there was a trace of...the great truth!

How can it be?

Xia Feng, who is a master of Taoism, is already called the enchanting evildoer in the heyday.

And if... hiss!

Suddenly, Yue Xiao's eyes widened, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying.

"Om."

Two completely disproportionate offensives finally collided in mid-air.

But what makes everyone feel strange is that Xia Feng's figure suddenly stopped at this time.

Together with the endless Jinhui, it seemed to be frozen, stagnating in midair.

His face also revealed an inexplicable horror, his mouth was lightly opened, and he looked dumbly at the figure of a young man standing with his hands in the distance.

How can it be? !

Xia Feng lowered his head and looked at the golden Taoist sword in his hand.

At this time, on the sword body, an extremely small but neat and smooth notch penetrated the entire sword.

even!

Through his body.

"Impossible... how could I die here?"

Xia Feng was at a loss, and memories of the two lives flooded like a tide.

Originally, he was just a humble prince of Daxia, with no status and mediocre talent.

The father was cowardly, and his mother died early.

His whole life will probably be like many princes in Xijiang, he will be entrusted as an adult, and he will be left in the fief.

But a trip to the fairy trails made him see the true beauty of this world.

Han Qingqiu, Xia Feng's most persistent dream.

Fluttering into the eye, it is hard to forget.

However, just when he tried desperately to prove his name to the world, he was killed by a real demon, losing his life and dreams.

Returning from rebirth, Xia Feng vowed that he would never scribble again in this life.

So he deployed earth-shattering means to seize the real luck of the Great Xia, stay in the deep palace, and do everything step by step.

But why is it still defeated?

From the day he left the summer palace, the trajectory of his destiny seemed to be controlled.

At every step, although he is cautious, he can think about it but he is a little...involuntary?

How could this be?

Xia Feng lowered his head and looked at the blood gradually oozing out of his heart, with sad eyes.

At this time, his heart pulse is broken, and there is no way to survive.

Even as long as he moves, blood will inevitably be spilled on the spot and fall instantly.

"I told you to put that Lingjin on your heart. It can save your life at the critical moment. Why do you have to not listen?"

Ling Xiao raised his foot and walked to Xia Feng, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What...what?! You...you are!"

At this moment, Xia Feng was full of cold, like falling into an ice cellar.

He suddenly understood why no matter where he went, he couldn't escape the eyes of the boy in front of him.

It turned out that the entire Daxia, no, it should be that the entire Xijiang was deceived by him.

Even the sacred envoys may have fallen into his trap.

What a terrible method, this demon... is even more sinister and cunning in this life.

"Die in your hands, I am convinced of the loss."

Xia Feng suddenly sighed slightly. By this time, it was meaningless to be unwilling.

If all of this is a chess game arranged by Ling Xiao, he is not a loss at all, because from the beginning to the end, he is not the one playing with him, but only a chess piece that can be manipulated.

"Just, can you... don't hurt her."

In the end, Xia Feng looked towards Han Qingqiu, affectionate and persistent, containing endless suffering.

He really couldn't figure out how this cold palace fairy would still want to be with him, knowing that Ling Xiao is a real demon.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

As long as she is alive, it will be fine.

"How could I hurt Qingqiu, Xia Feng, put away your hypocrisy."

Ling Xiao sneered, and suddenly stretched out his palm, turning into a thunder day out of thin air, covering the entire void in an instant.

"Dip, you succeeded in killing the Son of Destiny. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Gengjin Daoze (Dacheng)."

"Di, congratulations to the host for the extra reward: Dao has a chance to complete it."

"Dip, congratulations to the host for obtaining 2% of the mandate forged value."

"Dip, congratulations to the host for obtaining a Peiyuan Shendan (seventh rank)."

"Om."

The dazzling thunder light reflected the sky, and everyone instinctively lowered their eyes.

But when they looked up again, there was no trace of Xia Feng in the air, and only the arrogant figure in white clothes stood with his hands, solitary as an immortal.

At the same time, in Ling Xiao's soul sea, the memory screen flickered, and a curious look gradually appeared in his eyes.

Sure enough, this Xia Feng's last life was also punishable by himself.

Just before dying, he had found a technique in the depths of this immortal ruin, the Blood Flood Demon Seal.

This seal was his original method of plundering Xiachuan's luck.

However, for Ling Xiao, this kind of magic seal has too many restrictions and is of little use.

but…

Ling Xiao turned his head and looked at the indifferent Yue Xiao.

On the contrary, he, the master, seemed to have great expectations for Xia Feng before. Obviously, there must be an amazing secret hidden in his heart.

"Elder Yue Xiao."

Ling Xiao's figure descended from the sky and landed beside Yue Xiao, with a gentle and sincere smile on his face.

"This time, thank you son."

Yue Xiao's expression remained unchanged, and she leaned slightly.

In the final analysis, whether Xia Feng is a demon or a demon, she has always had a mentorship relationship with her.

If she is allowed to take action to punish this demon, although it is clearing the door, it will inevitably be flawed.

Now that Ling Xiao cuts the devil and complies with the way of heaven, hasn't it rounded her heart?

"Why did the elders enter this fairy trail?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows slightly, and asked pretendingly.

But Yue Xiao shook his head, "There are some things that the son doesn't know, maybe it will be better."

"Is the elder worrying about my identity?"

From Xia Feng's memory, Ling Xiao had already seen that this elder Yue Xiao didn't have a lot of affection for the Lord of the Cold Moon Palace and the Holy Cult.

Associated with her identity and the nightmare in Han Qingqiu's heart, Ling Xiao quickly guessed the whole story.

I am afraid that it is the former palace master’s junior sister who also has the same purpose as Han Qingqiu, vowing to be the enemy of the holy religion.

But in essence, she is still the elder of the cold palace, a person of righteousness.

So probably she hates the sacred religion, and also hates... all demons. We villains don’t want to be a stepping stone.