Chapter 1216： Who is it

"Om!"

In the world, there was a sword roar resounding suddenly.

I saw that above the void, Ling Xiao held the sword in one hand and held the other behind him.

The black clothes are peerless, and the dust is like a fairy.

At this moment, there was no trace of expression on his face, cold and calm, gentle as jade.

Even if the thousands of spiritual shadows have arrived in front of him, they are still calm and unmoved.

Then, I saw the long sword in his hand lifted and cut it gently.

Around him, an endless sword of glory began to bloom, and the avenue of golden lotus opened and closed layer by layer.

Suddenly, in the illusion wall, the cold wind was everywhere, and it was biting like winter.

The whole world seemed to stagnate for a moment, and even the spiritual shadows on the other eight battle paths stopped at this time.

Wan Lai was all silent, and the loud voice was silent.

"Zheng!"

Immediately afterwards, an astonishing sword intent floated out, Ling Xiao's body seemed to have a flickering light, and the entire arm holding the sword turned into a jade color at this time, revealing the supreme divinity.

In the void, a sea of ​​blood suddenly floated and corpses piled up.

Everyone only saw a ray of brilliance passing away, transforming the sword's intent into three thousand, with an unrivaled general trend, covering all the thousands of spiritual shadows.

"woo woo woo woo!"

The weird whimper sounded as if it pierced through the ages.

Before everyone's eyes, a celestial shadow appeared in the air, densely packed, gathering into a long river of time, from rising to annihilation.

And the feeling of resentment and unwillingness inexplicably locks heaven and earth into a catastrophe.

Wushuangdao grudge!

This style was originally created during the rebellious slaughter of the Heavenly Demon, killing thousands of creatures with a single blow, and it is also the strongest sword style Ling Xiao controls today.

Although at this time, he cut out this style with three thousand beards, which is somewhat less demon-powered and mighty, but... a group of spiritless ghosts, even if they retain a bit of pre-mortal power, how can they contend with this sword style? The eternal resentment in China.

"Om!"

Jianhui pierced through Cangming, like the first ray of extinction in the depths of Hongmeng, slashing the world, yin and yang, and the universe.

The one who was shattered together was the fearless shadow of the thousand spirits still rushing towards Ling Xiao.

Infinite killing!

"Boom!"

The Dao Lei Yin passed through in nine days, but it was shocking, but it was not the scene of the sword cutting a thousand spirits, but the calm and elegant figure in the void, with the sword in the negative hand.

There was still no wave on his face.

The black clothes are floating, and the black hair is tied in a crown, which is a kind of exquisite fairy.

In front of him, layers of spiritual shadows shattered silently, evolving into ten thousand lings, covering the sky and the sun.

In the space where the sword intent has been slashed, infinite visions one after another.

There are gods and mountains collapsed, vicissitudes of life and vicissitudes of life, big stars falling from the sky, and fairy beheading.

Faintly, it was like a scroll of epoch reincarnation, slowly unfolding, and then disappearing silently.

until!

The last spiritual shadow on the battle path was quietly shattered, and the spiritual source Daoyun that was scattered in the void suddenly turned into a beam of divine brilliance, covering Ling Xiao's figure.

At this moment, outside the young man, there was a colorful glow, and the immaculate face that was originally flawless was more and more handsome and charming, which was fascinating.

"This is... the true fairy in the legend, right?"

Even though the world knows the legend of the true fairy, no one has ever witnessed the appearance of the true fairy.

Since the realm master relied on the ancient clock of the fairy and devil to crush Qing Cang, so far, all the sects have tolerated and gained momentum, and there has been no turmoil for 100,000 years.

But at this time, looking at the young man in the void, everyone had nothing but awe in their hearts. Even people of destiny such as Yang Yuan and Lu Ming felt deeply powerless, and even a trace of ambition to fight for the future could not be born.

only!

Just when everyone was shocked and their eyes were horrified, Ling Xiao's expression did not relax at all, but became more solemn.

He bowed his head and looked at the peak of the battle path, his eyes showed a sense of seriousness for the first time.

At this moment, he could see that the only figure on the battle path had slowly opened his eyes.

But unlike the rest of Lingying, there was a ray of extreme warfare in this pair of eyes.

"Jun Hanche."

Even if Ling Xiao had guessed his identity a long time ago, he was still surprised by the fighting spirit radiating from this person at this time.

It was a terrible battle against the heavens and the earth, and he stood there, like an ancient **** of war, giving people inexplicable oppression.

And this is just a picture, or in other words, a ray of divine consciousness.

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, and he became more and more curious about the identity of this ancient stele.

Who is he?

Why didn't he even know the name of the Ling Clan Holy Realm who had swallowed the memory of his soul?

Mysterious, powerful, and inexplicable, Ling Xiao felt a trace of unprecedented pressure.

Even if he is now enough to look down upon Qing Cang's peers, even the masters of those immortal forces may not be unable to contend with Ling Xiao's current methods.

However, this war shadow made him feel... a touch of oppression, like an old enemy.

It does not enter the sequence, does not retain the prestige, but overwhelms the arrogant, arbitrarily determined by the past and the present.

For a moment, Ling Xiao also wondered if this person would be related to the world master?

After all, a monster that can suppress Gu Chaoci in talent must be a truly terrifying existence in this world.

But, as the master of the world, why do you stay here?

At the moment when Ling Xiao frowned and thought, suddenly there was an ancient dominance rising from the top of the battle road.

That is a kind of supreme dominance that dominates the world. In front of this aura, even Ling Xiao felt a little insignificant.

This kind of feeling is really rare for the latter, after all, from the upper realm of Lingxiao, almost pushing the world, no one in the same realm can hurt him at all.

Even if Xue Xiyan, the young master of the Realm Master Palace, a contemporary sequence, without the protection of the Immortal Mogu Bell, I am afraid that it would not be Ling Xiao's opponent at all.

However, this spiritual shadow, a mere spiritual shadow, made him feel the pressure!

"boom!"

Before Ling Xiao could react, he saw a dazzling light in front of him, and the spiritual shadow had swept out like a ghost, and instantly penetrated the sky and appeared in front of him.

For an instant, space stagnates and time is not moving forward.

There was no more sound in Ling Xiao's ears, only the space to suppress the ear-piercing screams.

At this moment, he could see that Lingying's eye masks were extremely deep and indifferent, like the Nine Heavens Cold River, exuding the ultimate indifference.

Around him, a strange and barren aura flowed away, transforming the universe and covering all the land with a radius of one hundred meters.

Under this breath, Rao Ling Xiao felt that there was a sign of exhaustion in his physical blood.

"Who are you?"

Ling Xiao said indifferently.

The power of the vast stars spread out, and the rich vitality climbed to the top, trying to block the strange aura.

The entire space shook violently, clattering and shattering like ice crystals.

The two invincible young men shot at the same time, and even this phantom wall space seemed to be unable to withstand such pressure, shaking and screaming, and it was possible to break at any time.

"boom!"