Chapter 883： War will begin

"bring it on!"

Ling Xiao smiled gently, his expression always calm.

Son of Destiny, although killing enemies across borders is commonplace, with his current strength, only a Qi Luck Plunder Card, Ling Tian still can't escape death.

Ten thousand luck, really a bit greedy.

"Brother, you are careful."

The **** light in Ling Tian's eyes went up and down, the ancient sword in his hand was held horizontally, and the figure suddenly disappeared in place.

Until his figure appeared in the land above Ling Xiao's head, there was still no half-divided aura wave on the latter's body.

"Um?"

Ling Tian's eyes panicked, and a trace of hesitation suddenly appeared in his heart.

If he used his full strength and really cut his brother, what should he do?

But at this moment, Ling Xiao's palm suddenly protruded, and there seemed to be thousands of magic patterns in the palm, which instantly penetrated the void and imprinted on Ling Tian's heart.

This palm seems strange and mediocre, but it contains endless killing and cutting, including the prehistoric era, the big star mountains and rivers.

There was even a trace of shock in Ling Tian's eyes, and Cang Mang swung his sword and cut it off.

"Om."

In the world, the sword roar resounded suddenly.

The void was shattered layer by layer, and a fairy shadow stepped out of the sky, surrounded by divine brilliance, as if a fairy came to the world, containing the majesty of destroying the world.

What is even more frightening is that at this time, although this immortal shadow has layers of rhyme, the eyes are strangely bloody.

The fairy and the devil are one, unique in the world.

"boom."

Three thousand swords of light, breaking the infinite vision.

The sword intent alone cut and shattered the entire sky, the sharp edge passed, and the space turned into the abyss, revealing the cold and biting bitterness.

only!

At the moment when the Zhuxian Ancient Sword fell, he saw Ling Xiao's palm suddenly clenched, and he directly held the sword's edge in a palm.

"boom!"

Thousands of sword intent collapsed, and even Ling Tian's blood qi was solidified at this time.

"How... how is it possible?"

Ling Tian stood in the void blankly, his eyes widened, filled with indescribable shock.

Half-step **** emperor, inheritance of ancient demons, sword of immortal cutting, perfect Taoism.

Each of these good fortunes can be said to be against the sky.

even!

Ling Tian was confident that he was invincible within three feet of his swordsmanship.

But by the way, my brother blocked his sword with only the palm of his hand.

Especially the coldness on Ling Xiao's face was more like a kind of merciless lashing, which made him feel a little proud and cold instantly.

"Snapped!"

Ling Xiao forcefully pulled Ling Tian's figure directly in front of him, and then slapped his face with a severe slap.

With this palm, Ling Xiao didn't use half of his spiritual power, nor did he use too much strength, like a kind of shock.

But even so, a ray of blood still shed from the corner of Ling Tian's mouth, and the whole person's aura instantly wilted.

"I'm sorry...Brother, I let you down again."

At this moment, Ling Tian's heart was undoubtedly painful.

He knew that under Ling Xiao's indifferent appearance, he had great expectations for him.

But from beginning to end, although he was trying hard to catch up, he was crushed by Ling Xiao casually every time.

This kind of blow did not affect Ling Tian Daoxin, but the disappointment in his brother's eyes, which made him desperate for life.

Brother, I am useless, I am not worthy of your love and care!

"I slapped you, not because you are weak, you are weak, it doesn't matter, I have ten thousand spirit pills and ten dragon veins, all of which can be given to you. As long as you work hard, you will sooner or later set foot on the peak of heaven and earth."

Ling Xiao sighed lightly, a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

"elder brother…"

Ling Tian lowered his head and gritted his teeth fiercely, even his body trembled.

"I hit you because of your hesitation! A swordsman, when you hold a sword, the world is an enemy. You didn't feel sorry for me. What you're sorry for is the sword in your hand."

When the words fell, Ling Xiao didn't hesitate at all, turned and walked towards the shore of Daze.

However, Ling Tian stood in place with a dull expression, staring at the ancient sword, and suddenly there was a bright sword shining above his body.

In the next instant, Wan Dao's sword intent suddenly fell and poured into his body.

The blood was dripping, and the sad wind whimpered.

There was no pain on Ling Tian's face, but a little shock and excitement.

I saw him sitting down again, seeming to be caught in a strange situation.

"The son!"

"Master!"

By the edge of Daze, Feng Ruge, Lin Meng, Baizhixi, Hanzhan, Chen Qingshan and others stood up and respectfully worshipped Lingxiao.

Farther away, Xiong Huan, Liang Yi, Die Ying, Jiu You, Xiao Beifan, Xing Shen and others stood before the ancient forest with extremely respectful expressions.

"Master! This whale is cleaned up."

Han stood bent and walked away, revealing the monster whale that was ripped apart behind him.

This whale is the young master of the emperor whale clan of the sea domain. Originally, Ling Xiao kept him here, and he was going to eat it when he became an emperor. Unexpectedly, he was caught fishing today.

It can only be said that when the fate arrives, it is hard not to die.

"Well, put the spirit material into this whale body and spread it with charcoal fire, what about Xiao Pian?"

"Lord! Your subordinates are always by your side!"

Xiao Peng's figure walked out of the crowd with a solemn expression, and bowed to Ling Xiao.

"Cut a few plates of sashimi first, and give everyone a taste."

"Yes!"

"Lord! This is the wine, spirit fruit offered by the big monster races."

Jiuyou took out hundreds of jars of fine wine from Qiankun Ring and placed it in front of Ling Xiao.

"Come on, bring up the wine."

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, and suddenly there was a general ups and downs in his body.

Then, his figure slowly floated into the sky, standing above everyone's heads.

"Everyone! Immediately, it will be the last battle to overthrow the sacred religion. God has no way and kills people indiscriminately. Although we practice the magic way, we have to ask for justice for all spirits in the world! Today I have a drink with the monarchs, this battle Regardless of life or death, the princes will be recorded in the annals of the holy state!"

When the words fell, Ling Xiao picked up the wine jar and drank it all in one go.

At this time, his voice, wrapped in spiritual power, had already spread throughout the domain.

Upon hearing this, a touch of excitement appeared on everyone's faces.

Scholars die for confidants!

Even if everyone in this realm is a loyal servant of Ling Xiao, morale is especially important when a battle will rise.

You see, this jar of wine has given them the belief that death is home away from home.

Although everyone is a demon, after all, many people here are not killing innocent people indiscriminately.

And Ling Xiao only needs to give them an encouragement, it is enough for these people to die willingly.

Everyone in the world is dead, and helping me cut down the immortal is...

Even if it hadn't been for Duel Ying and others who knew Ling Xiao's face, they would have been impressed by his upright and righteous spirit, willing to die for the common people.

Gan!

What is there to say, son, righteousness!

"You don't need to practice today, drink alcohol happily! Xiao poor, go to meat!"

"Yes! Lord!"

Suddenly, there was a lot of joy in the domain, and even the Blood Guard's Dark Guard was given wine and meat and drank happily.

But Ling Xiao quietly winked at Han Qingqiu, Lin Meng, Ziyan, Huahua and others, and swept towards Tianchi.

The top of the ancient mountain, the stars are shining, and the clear pond on that side shines like a beautiful jade.

In the spirit pool, Ling Xiao Chiguo's upper body, leaning against the bank, holding a hip flask in one hand and Han Qingqiu in the other.

Beside him, Lin Mengqiao blushed, tasting a bowl of white...soup in her hand.

Farther away, Zi Yan touched Qingqin with her hands, closing her eyes and playing the piano music created by Wen Ruyu.

The sound of the piano is melodious, neither sad nor melancholy. It is a life-and-death determination.

Only the phoenix sang like a song, folded his hands in the dead branches with a bitter expression, looked after a pot of shark's fin ginseng on the fire, and occasionally looked at Ling Xiao's eyes, full of grievances.

The villain’s life is so simple and boring.