The night is getting thicker and thicker, and the dark and dreary night seems to have been splashed with ink in the sky with a large brush like a rafter, and the original starlight has also been hidden under the darkness and disappeared.

There was a dead silence in the dark cave, and the slightest sound could not be heard, Yuejian fell to the ground unconscious, the black shadow was buried in the rubble, and Ling Xian, whose originally peaceful and delicate face became a little hideous because of the pain, occasionally flashed a trace of fiery red light, obviously still fighting against the formation.

"I'm you, how did you kill me?"

The black mist escaped from the sand and stone and recombined into a black shadow.

After all, Tsukimi lost the opportunity, and the hastily fight for his life finally failed, looking at the appearance of the black shadow, it was as if he had not been hurt in any way, but if he listened carefully to its voice, he could still hear a trace of weakness.

The black blade condensed in the void again, and the demon's eyes on it showed a humanized look of longing, as if it were not a dead thing, but a bloodthirsty soul hiding in it.

The scarlet light pierced through the darkness, and the black blade shot towards Ling Xian like a bolt of lightning, and the demons embedded in it seemed to have smelled the fragrance of blood, and they actually let out bursts of terrifying laughter in flight.

It's close!

It's closer!

The sharp blade had already flown in front of Ling Xian in the blink of an eye, and the sharp aura it brought with it had even cut through Ling Xian's skin, and a bit of bright blood appeared in the center of Ling Xian's eyebrows.

Seeing that Ling Xian was about to die, the sharp blade suddenly stopped in front of Ling Xian's eyebrows, and it was difficult to advance a single bit.

The movement of the blade was quite strange, and the sudden change was even more unexpected than the black shadow.

"How is that possible?"

The dark shadow monster screamed, its voice distorted with horror.

The blade suddenly shook violently, but it was the black shadow that controlled the blade, trying in vain to break through the invisible obstacle.

Ling Xian, who had closed his eyes and was in a fugue, suddenly opened his eyes. Blood-colored flames danced in his eyes, and his crimson gaze showed a sense of madness.

Ling Xian stretched out his right hand, slowly but surely......

Hold the blade!

Blood became the best fuel for the flames, and the raging flames consumed the blades, dispelling the darkness and leaving the evil hidden within.

The blade seemed to be a little afraid of the power of the flames, the majesty of the past was long gone, and it was powerless to resist at all, but it let out a painful cry in the flames, struggling in a vain attempt to escape from Ling Xian's palm.

However, this ultimately proved to be futile, no matter how much the blade struggled, Ling Xian's hand was always as steady as a mountain, and there was no relaxation in the slightest.

Seeing that the blade was about to burn out in the flames, Ling Xian suddenly felt empty in his hand, and then looked at his hand, where was the shadow of the blade.

Ling Xian looked at the black shadow, and sure enough, he found the sharp blade in front of it, his pupils contracted for a while, and his eyes showed a solemn look.

A huge formation under Ling Xian's feet flashed with fiery red light, and the criss-crossing spiritual power outlined complex patterns, making people feel dazzled for a while.

But for a formation master, this complicated line is so beautiful, like a fairy-like woman, adding one point is too much, subtracting one point is too little, this just right beauty is a gift from heaven.

However, Ling Xian was not in the mood to appreciate this beauty, although he controlled this formation in time, but with his strength, it was extremely reluctant to exert the power of the formation, and Yuejian was unconscious, and the frozen thousands of miles that she was supposed to control had also been destroyed, relying on this formation in his hand alone, whether he could block the black shadow, Ling Xian was also a little worried in his heart.

Four flaming fireballs slowly formed in the void, and the irritable spiritual power continued to beat in them, and the surrounding air twisted for a while, and anyone could feel the frenzied power contained in them.

As soon as the fireball was formed, it galloped towards the black shadow under the control of Ling Xian's spiritual power.

The trajectory of the four fireballs was not a straight line, but flew away in a rather erratic trajectory under Ling Xian's mysterious control, making it impossible for the black shadow to avoid.

The black blade flashed lightly and appeared in the hand of the black shadow, and the black shadow held it with his backhand, and the purple-black light on it was magnificent, and the flickering demonic purple light and the scorching red light were divided in the cave, and they did not let it go at all.

The blade returned to his hand, and the black shadow whirled with his backhand, and the spiritual power brought up merged into a huge whirlpool around him, and the fireball was crushed by the whirlpool before it could get close, but the black shadow in the center of the whirlpool was unscathed.

Ling Xian's face was a little solemn, although the fireball just now was just a temptation, but in Ling Xian's expectation, he could also force out more hole cards of the black shadow, but he didn't expect that the black shadow could still easily crack his own attack with that short sword.

However, Ling Xian was not without gains, although the temptation just now was short, it still made the keen Ling Xian discover something.

Whether it was the black shadow or the blade in its hand, they were all trying to avoid coming into contact with Ling Immortal's spiritual power!

Ling Xian had already guessed about this, and he had already discovered this problem when Ling Xian was trying to refine the blade. Even with the help of the alien beast, with Ling Xian's current strength, it was still far inferior to Yuejian, Yuejian had no way to take that mysterious blade, and Ling Xian almost succeeded in refining it, which was too illusory.

However, there was no time for Ling Xian to hesitate, although he didn't know why the black shadow seemed to be a little afraid of Ling Xian's power, but this was obviously a good opportunity for Ling Xian.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him!

Four more fireballs appeared around Ling Xian's body, the last temptation had proved that the small fireballs could not pose any threat to the black shadow, but Ling Xian still stubbornly summoned them again.

The black shadow couldn't figure out Ling Xian's thoughts, but looking at his confident appearance, he didn't dare to be careless at all, the purple-black light was circulating on the blade, and it was obvious that the black shadow was ready to fight back at any time.

The fireball headed towards the shadow, the burning flames causing ripples in the air, and in an instant, it appeared in front of the shadow.

In the eyes of the black shadow, this fireball was nothing more than bigger and faster, but in Ling Xian's eyes, there was a bigger difference between them.

And this difference directly determines where the victory belongs!