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The extremely powerful sword qi broke through the air like lightning, and where it passed along the way, the slightest trace of energy overflowed slightly, making the cracks on the ground crack more thoroughly, and even the layer of gravel and soil on the surface within a radius of three zhang was completely shattered into meters.

Xiao Ling's blow was inflicted with all his might, with his heart to resist the sword, first into the sword realm, so that the sword qi in the sword realm is continuous and endless; then with Ling Ran's sword intent to boost the power of the sword technique; then add the killing intent that he had just comprehended a little a few days ago to it, and use this must-kill obsession to push his offensive to the peak; finally, with the strongest sword technique he can currently use as a means of attack, don't kill, don't stop!

As soon as the Sword Realm was completed, it immediately enveloped the Bloody Demon Ancestor and the blood-colored sword, and as soon as he stepped into the Sword Realm, the self-confidence of the Bloody Demon Ancestor that had always existed also collapsed in an instant!

The Bloody Ancestor opened his mouth wide, his eyes were full of disbelief, he couldn't imagine at all, with Xiao Ling's cultivation of only reaching the middle stage, how could he launch such a powerful offensive?

Although the Bloody Ancestor knew that this world full of sword qi was by no means real, and it was definitely something that Xiao Ling didn't know how to get it, but he couldn't think of a way to crack it for a while;

There is also that aura like a king in the sword, the Bloody Ancestor can't figure it out, how can this aura appear in a kid whose cultivation is only in the middle stage of the championship? Even if that aura is possessed by the divine sword in Xiao Ling's hand, it should be impossible to fully exert the power of that sword with Xiao Ling's cultivation alone, right?

Not only was the aura like the king in the sword that made the Blood Demon Ancestor's heart tremble, but the faint killing aura made the Blood Demon Ancestor feel like he was on pins and needles, what kind of killing intent was that, which actually made a person like the Blood Demon Ancestor tremble a few times in his heart.

But now, fear doesn't have the slightest effect, but rather hastens one's death. The Blood Demon Ancestor naturally understood this truth, quickly calmed down, urged his True Yuan to the limit, and poured all his strength into the Skeleton Blood Demon Knife.

"Bloody Ancestor, I said that today, I will definitely kill you!" As soon as the Sword Realm was formed, the final offensive had been formed, and Xiao Ling was also slightly relieved, and then shouted at the Bloody Ancestor, venting the strong killing intent in his heart.

"Boy, you want me to die, you're not qualified enough!" The Blood Demon Ancestor's face turned red, and he didn't know if it was due to the excessive consumption of the True Yuan, some of which were caused by the loss of strength, or if he was reflected like this by the blood-colored red rays.

The blood-colored sword and the purple sword were as fast as lightning, and in the extremely expectant and worried eyes of Xiao Ling and the Bloody Ancestor, they collided violently!

"Boom!"

The thunderous explosion like a landslide and a crack resounded in the center of the intersection of the two absolute styles. At that moment, Xiao Ling and the Blood Demon Ancestor both felt that their ears had fallen into a momentary deafness.

The sky above was originally clear, but under this earth-shattering collision, a ripple of energy like a tornado storm surged out from the collision of the purple sword and the blood-colored sword, straight into the sky, and immediately swept through the sky in the terrifying eyes of the two!

Although Xiao Ling drew the sword realm, it was only a means to isolate interference from the outside world, and the foothold was still in reality. When the energy that erupts in the Sword Realm reaches and exceeds a certain limit, the energy within it will break through the Sword Realm and spread to the outside world.

At this moment, it was obvious that the sword realm drawn by Xiao Ling could not withstand the energy explosion generated by his battle with the Blood Demon Ancestor, and was shattered by the huge energy impact.

The energy storm was filled with a thick sword aura and bloody aura, and the entire storm was more than ten zhang huge, like a giant based on heaven and earth. As the storm swirled wildly, the destructive force released destroyed all the trees within a radius of 100 meters and uprooted them!

This storm came and went quickly, and after destroying a radius of 100 meters into a mess, the huge storm gradually weakened, and finally dissipated completely.

The storm cleared, and the slightly gloomy sky was clear again, leaving only a mess behind.

Looking at the battle situation between Xiao Ling and the Bloody Ancestor, looking at it, the purple sword and the blood-colored sword were stalemate in the air, the light was swallowing, and each wanted to kill the other, but no matter how hard the two of them tried, they couldn't overpower each other.

At this time, the competition is the true yuan of the two sides. The offensive is evenly matched, no one can help anyone, if there is no other means, there is only a competition for the foundation. Whoever has a more stable foundation, a more majestic true yuan, and a longer time in the fight will be the one who wins in the end.

Both of them also understood this truth, so they desperately urged the true element in their bodies, not to mention that they could defeat each other, but at least drag each other down.

With the passage of time, the competition between the two has reached a white-hot stage. Although Xiao Ling said that he was talented and had the help of divine swords such as Ling Xiao Sword, after all, he was much worse than the Blood Demon Ancestor in the realm, so he gradually fell into disadvantage.

At this time, Xiao Ling's head was sweating like rain, and salty sweat flowed down his cheeks into his eyes and mouth, making him feel a little uncomfortable, but Xiao Ling didn't have even a moment to care about the sweat. Xiao Ling's right arm holding the Ling Xiao Sword was exposed due to excessive force, trembling slightly under the constant competition, and the trembling amplitude was also getting bigger and bigger;

"Xiao Ling, I said, you can't kill me. Today next year will be your death day!" The bloody ancestor smiled wildly, and his smug expression was undoubtedly revealed.

Hearing the smug words of the bloody ancestor, Xiao Ling was stunned, and still gritted his teeth and insisted without a sound. It's not that Xiao Ling doesn't want to respond, but he is in a very bad state at the moment, and he is holding on with one breath, if he speaks, he is afraid that he will be defeated and die in an instant.

At such a moment, the Blood Demon Ancestor still had extra energy to speak, but Xiao Ling couldn't say a word, which shows that there is still a gap between the two. In any case, the Blood Demon Ancestor was a half-foot cultivator who had stepped into the middle stage of psychics, almost a level higher than Xiao Ling.

Seeing that Xiao Ling didn't speak, the smug look in the eyes of the bloody ancestor was even worse. I wanted to taunt Xiao Ling again, but for some reason, he didn't speak again. The Blood Demon Ancestor didn't seem to want to go on like this, because although his foundation cultivation was better than Xiao Ling's, but the difference between the two was not very big in the majesty of the true yuan, and this kind of foundation cultivation was actually very dangerous, if one was not careful, it was possible that the foundation would be completely destroyed and become a wasted person. Even if the Blood Demon Ancestor now has the winning momentum, if he competes to the end, even if he wins, he will definitely suffer a lot of trauma, and once the foundation is damaged, if there is no heavenly treasure to recuperate, it will inevitably cause his cultivation to stagnate for a long time.

Therefore, even if the Blood Demon Ancestor won the victory, he didn't want to fight anymore, so it was better to directly kill Xiao Lingzhen. Anyway, Xiao Ling is now at the end of his crossbow, and he is not afraid that he can use any means to fight back to death.

"Blood Kill Skeleton, Skeleton Blood Blade!"

The Blood Demon Ancestor shouted, and then a blood-colored red light suddenly lit up again on the blade of the Skeleton Blood Demon Knife in his hand, and then this red light shot out from the blade, heading towards the huge blood-colored sword in the air!

However, the volume of this sword is not large, only about one zhang, but the power contained in it is a little frightening.