But now, this guy before actually possessed six layers of blade intent, comparable to the existence of a Saint Realm.
This simply made him feel incredulous!
"Six layers of blade intent, so what? In front of , it's still just trash!"
Lu Tianxiong took a deep breath, clenched his teeth, and then thrust with the short sword in his hand, sending out a burst of blood light toward Ye Ling, filled with an overwhelming intent to kill.
Splat!
The suffocating blood light instantly slashed through the air, speeding directly toward Ye Ling, with the crimson killing intent undulating continuously in the air.
anwhile, countless tiny blood needles on Lu Tianxiong's blood-red short blade flew out, densely packed like a torrential rain of pear blossoms, overwhelming Ye Ling.
Ye Ling's face was indifferent, holding the Snow Drinking Blade, he casually chopped forward.
The countless blood needles were instantly shattered, not a single one remained.
And this strike directly blasted a huge hole in the air before Ye Ling, emitting a heart-pounding power!
Lu Tianxiong had a terribly sullen look, his gaze fixed intently on Ye Ling, his eyes flickering with intense fury, which was the most humiliating attack he had ever faced in his life!
The young Clan Leader of the Lu family, to be pushed to such an extent by a re kid, was simply unbearable!
"Damn it! I must personally slaughter you!"
Lu Tianxiong's eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth and bellowed angrily, his body suddenly leaping up.
The surging Spiritual Energy inside him continuously gathered in the blood-colored short blade in his hand, making the blood light swirling around it exceptionally brilliant and eye-catching.
"Blood Sea Billows!"
Buzz, the blood-colored short blade suddenly vibrated.
The next mont, the blood light exploded, and a ferociously dominant killing intent instantly swept across all directions.
It then blasted directly toward Ye Ling!
The surging, powerful bloody killing intent made the surrounding void wave violently, with ripples continuously spreading.
Ye Ling stood still, fists clenched, muscles tensed, his gaze coldly fixated on the blood sea billows-like killing intent before him.
His body slightly shuddered, and the next mont, the six layers of blade intent inside him fully activated, a rolling killing intent emanating forth!
"Myriad Blade Burial!"
Ye Ling roared, and in the blink of an eye, a vast surging golden light shot into the sky.
Drops of fresh red blood flowed down Ye Ling's fierce and terrifying face, and strands of blood also spread continuously along his clothes.
anwhile, Ye Ling's Snow Drinking Blade uncontrollably trembled at this mont.
On the tip of the blade, strands of blood-red light were crazily swallowing and continuously condensing.
"Slash!"
A fierce shout rose, and Ye Ling fiercely swung the Snow Drinking Blade out.
The blade edge emanated almost suffocating blood radiance, and the void around it continuously distorted.
"Swoosh!"
The tip of the Snow Drinking Blade and that blood sea tidal wave collided without any fancy tricks, two terrifying forces creating brilliant sparks in the void.
In the center of the colliding energies, the heart-pounding spatial crack spread rapidly, as if it could burst at any mont.
"Bang!"
The forces clashed again, and the blood-colored gloss along with the Blood Sea Billows on the blade edge instantly disintegrated and vanished.
However, the streak of blood on the blade showed no sign of retreating, continuing its unstoppable charge forward!
Seeing this, Lu Tianxiong's eyes instantly revealed a hint of horror.
His pupils were tightly focused on the Snow Drinking Blade in Ye Ling's hands, filled with disbelief!
Was the sixth level of blade intent really that terrifying?
It was his, Lu Tianxiong's, signature technique, and its power filled him with imnse pride.
Yet, he hadn't anticipated that his own famous technique would be so effectively countered by the man before him.
The blade intent of this man was incredibly formidable, and he had just broken through to the Saint Realm, yet he could already unleash the sixth level of blade intent.
If he truly broke through to be a Saint, how terrifying would that be?
This was definitely not the outco Lu Tianxiong had hoped for, so he must stop what was unfolding before him.
"You little bastard, today I must kill you!" Lu Tianxiong glared at Ye Ling, his pupils flashing with an unnoticed resolve.
He then fiercely stomped his foot, his figure once again bursting forward.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Three silver throwing weapons shot out once more, darting straight towards Ye Ling.
The silver projectiles moved so fast they allowed no one to dodge them.
In almost the blink of an eye, they had already reached Ye Ling's side.
At the sa ti, Lu Tianxiong's figure eerily vanished from the spot, and the next mont, he reappeared beside Ye Ling.
But this ti, Lu Tianxiong suddenly raised his head, a fierce smile crawling over his cheeks.
Ye Ling's gaze sharpened, as he already sensed the danger.
Because he had seen three silver needles frantically coiling at his left.
The whistling of the breaking needles was incredibly fast, but Ye Ling simply grinned, flipped his wrist, and the Snow Drinking Blade flew out from his hand, yet the next second, a sense of crisis suddenly surged in his heart.
"Swoosh!"
A cold light suddenly appeared in front of Ye Ling, and in that mont, it transford into a giant lotus, blooming with dazzling brilliance.
The mont the lotus appeared, sweat perated Ye Ling's forehead. He could clearly feel that Lu Tianxiong's ghostly speed and killing intent were definitely not sothing he could dodge.
"clang clang clang!"
But just then, a series of tallic collisions abruptly sounded.
A powerful force stread from the center of the lotus, sweeping directly towards Ye Ling.
Ye Ling's hairs stood on end in that mont, and his body involuntarily stepped back, but as he turned around, Lu Tianxiong had once again charged to his presence.
"Puchi!"
Blood sprayed, and in Lu Tianxiong's right hand appeared a silver dagger, which looked utterly ordinary, even sowhat antique.
But the mont Ye Ling saw the dagger, his pupils involuntarily contracted.
On the dagger, black lines moved ceaselessly along its edge, mysterious runes flowed over the blade, and those runes emitted a faint black light, forcing one to avert their gaze.
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