In the last duel with Ling Xiao, Soul felt that he was defeated due to lack of preparation. If he could have reserved more life force at that time, he might be able to turn the tide of the battle and let Ling Xiao be defeated by him.

That kind of regret and unwillingness pierced his heart like a thorn, making him sleepless at night and unable to taste food.

So this time, he made complete preparations. From training to tactics, from mentality to equipment, he made careful planning and preparation. He was full of confidence and thought that he would never lose to Ling Xiao this time. He would

He trampled Ling Xiao under his feet with his own hands and avenged his shame.

However, Hun Wuxu doesn't seem to be optimistic about him.

He shook his head slightly and turned his eyes to another group of people standing on the wall in the distance. Those people were also from Soul Zhenfu, but they were not from the Soul Clan, but geniuses from other forces in Zhenhun Palace.

Their eyes were blazing, as if they couldn't wait to fight Ling Xiao and prove their strength.

"To deal with Ling Xiao, why do you need to take action? Haven't you seen that group of people are already eager to try?" Hun Wuxu's voice contained a hint of joking and ridicule, as if to remind Hun that he was not the only one who wanted to defeat Ling Xiao.

people.

When Hun Ling heard this, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he did not refute. He knew that what Hun Wuxu said was the truth.

The geniuses from other forces in Zhenhun Palace are also eyeing Ling Xiao. They are also eager to prove themselves, and defeating Ling Xiao is undoubtedly the best opportunity.

There are ten people in total. They stand on the city wall, like a group of envoys from a foreign land, exuding their own unique aura.

The leader was a man with strange patterns painted on his face. Those patterns seemed to contain some ancient spell and shone with a dark light.

The man held a book tightly in his hand, and the cover was engraved with complex patterns in unknown words, exuding a faint fluorescence.

He was wearing a flawless white robe, and his whole body was shrouded in a layer of soft white light, making him look extremely holy, as if he was a messenger coming out of the holy world.

"Those people are not weak." Soul's voice was low and solemn. His eyes were firmly fixed on the group of mysterious people, and his eyes showed some caution and vigilance.

He knew very well that each of these strong men from unknown forces possessed strength that could not be underestimated.

If Ling Xiao accidentally falls into their hands, not only his life may be in danger, but even the legendary treasure will fall into the hands of the enemy.

"If Ling Xiao is killed by them, I'm afraid the treasure will also fall into their hands. By then, it will be too late for us to regret it."

Hearing this, Hun Wuxu turned his head slightly to look at Hun Ling, with a playful smile on his lips. His eyes shone with wisdom, as if he had already understood everything.

"Soul soul, soul soul, you are the young master of my soul clan. When looking at problems, you have to look further." He said softly, with a hint of instruction and reminder in his tone.

"If Ling Xiao can't kill those guys with the treasure, then it means the treasure isn't that good either, so why bother grabbing it?"

"Although our Soul Clan occupies the Soul-Suppressing Palace, don't forget that the real controller of the Soul-Suppressing Palace is the Holy Church." There was a trace of unnoticeable worry in Hun Wuxu's words, but it also revealed his profound understanding of the situation.

Insight.

"Only if the Holy Church supports us can we realize our plan." His eyes were profound, as if he had penetrated the fog in front of him and saw the future direction.

Hun Wuxu's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Hun Ling's heart hard. He opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but found that he was speechless.

In the end, he could only helplessly close his mouth and sigh deeply. In that sigh, there was both helplessness towards reality and admiration for Hun Wuxu's profound vision.

Hun Ling had to admit that Hun Wuxu always looked at problems much more profoundly than he did. At this point, he was really at a disadvantage.

He stood silently beside Hun Wuxu, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes, including awe of Hun Wuxu and regret for not being able to reach that height.

At this moment, the mysterious crowd over there seemed to be unable to restrain their inner impulses any longer. One person suddenly jumped off the city wall, like an eagle with spread wings, and flew towards the sky.

He was holding a long sword, which was as clean as jade, and the blade shone with a strange luster, as if it contained some mysterious power.

This man's movements were swift and graceful, and every time he swung his sword, he was accompanied by the vertical and horizontal movements of the sword, as if even the air was cut by his sharp sword intent. His sword skills were exquisite, and you could tell at a glance that he was a master of swordsmanship.

However, he was not the leading man with strange patterns on his face, but another strong man among the ten people.

His appearance made the already tense atmosphere even more tense. Everyone held their breath and watched the upcoming contest nervously.

Ling Xiao also felt the pressure from the other party, his eyes became sharp, and his whole body's momentum also quietly changed. A thrilling battle was about to begin under this ancient city wall.

The man's figure suddenly moved, as if a black lightning streaked through the sky. He swung out the long sword in his hand. The sword light was like a silver dragon, with a biting chill and fierce murderous aura, pointing directly at Ling Xiao's eyebrows!

There was no hesitation or sloppiness in his movements. The moment he made his move, it was a killing move, obviously aiming to kill Ling Xiao with one blow.

A trace of solemnity flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, but more of it was the will to fight and the unyielding fighting spirit. He leaned slightly to one side, like a fallen leaf swaying in the wind, skillfully avoiding the fatal sword.

At the same time, he strode forward quickly, like a cheetah hunting prey, swiftly and accurately. The bloodthirsty knife in his hand suddenly swung forward, carrying a bloody and violent aura, and slashed towards the neck of the man holding the sword.

Buzz!

A clear and long-lasting sword cry suddenly sounded, like the roar of a dragon and the roar of a tiger, shaking every inch of the air between heaven and earth. The strong wind brought by this sword strike made the surrounding leaves tremble, as if even the space was being blown away.

This knife tore it apart.

However, the man holding the sword was no ordinary person. He tapped his toes on the ground and floated backwards as lightly as a feather, cleverly avoiding Ling Xiao's powerful and heavy sword.

Ling Xiao's sword light failed, leaving only a deep scratch flickering in the air.

But the battle did not end there. As soon as the man holding the sword stabilized his figure, he suddenly jumped up, like an eagle flying high, and swung the sword again. The speed was so fast that it was almost beyond what the naked eye could capture.

limit.

With a flash of sword light, he was in front of Ling Xiao and pointed directly at his vitals.
Chapter completed!