In that dark and deep space, Ling Xiao's eyes shone with determination and coldness. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to take all the power in the world into his chest.

Then, he slowly closed his eyes and silently recited the ancient mantra. It was a mystery that only the truly strong could understand.

When the last syllable fell, a vast and boundless power burst out from his body. It was the Soul of the God-Slaying Sword, a terrifying power that could shake the world.

The right hand is holding a bloodthirsty knife tightly, and the blade seems to be wrapped with endless resentment and blood, and every swing is accompanied by a heart-stopping roar; the left hand is holding the God-killing Sword, the sword body is crystal clear, exuding a light

The cold light is like ice from the Nine Netherworld, able to freeze everything in the world.

The next moment, Ling Xiao rushed forward, his figure shuttled between the bones like a ghost, and a sharp sword light and sword light intertwined, like two silver dragons circling in the air. In an instant, hundreds of skeletons were in front of him.

He was directly chopped into pieces under the terrifying sword light and turned into bone fragments flying in the sky.

Although these skeletons have strange powers and can continuously recover, the recovery process is not completed instantly, but takes a certain amount of time.

Ling Xiao knew this very well, so he did not choose to wait where he was. Instead, he took advantage of this momentum and continued to rush forward with his sword in hand.

Because at the end of the endless darkness, he vaguely saw an unusual light, as if something was lying there quietly, waiting for him to discover.

Along the way, Ling Xiao's figure was like a bolt of lightning. Everywhere he passed, whether it was bones or skeletons, were shattered under this terrifying sword, and no one could stop it. However, as time went by, Ling Xiao also

Gradually I felt the pressure.

Because the bones and skeletons around him seemed endless, more and more enemies were coming from all directions, waving their white bone claws, or opening their black eye sockets, letting out shrill roars, trying to stop Ling Xiao's progress.

Although Ling Xiao was powerful, facing this tidal wave of enemies, he had to temporarily stop, adjust his breathing, and prepare for a more intense battle.

In this dark and depressing space, wherever Ling Xiao looked, there were densely packed skeletons. They surged in like a tide. There were so many of them, at least one hundred thousand. At a glance,

It seems as if the whole world is occupied by them.

What is even more frightening is that after being defeated, these skeletons can quickly re-condensate from the ground or the air, as if they have immortality and are endless.

The most outrageous thing is that as time goes by, these skeletons seem to become stronger and stronger. Their movements are faster and their attacks are more ferocious. Every time they wave their bone claws or wave their rotten sword blades, they carry enough energy.

The terrifying power that tears apart space.

Ling Xiao could clearly feel that he could kill at least hundreds of skeletons with one strike before, but now, even if he tried his best, he could only barely kill a dozen. This huge contrast made

He couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

This put tremendous pressure on Ling Xiao, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and his breathing became rapid. He knew that if he continued like this, he would sooner or later be overwhelmed by these endless skeletons.

Ling Xiao's face became a little ugly. He clenched his teeth and held the sword tightly with both hands. He used all his strength every time he swung it. However, it seemed that these corpses could never be killed. He had killed so many of them now.

My hands became weak and my arms were so sore that I could hardly lift them.

"What kind of test is this?" Ling Xiao roared in his heart. He couldn't understand why he was in such a desperate situation.

But at this moment, he had no time to think too much, because the bones and skeletons around him were constantly approaching, and their eyes were shining with greed and killing, as if they were going to devour him completely.

Ling Xiao took a deep breath and temporarily suppressed the fear and fatigue in his heart. He knew that the only thing he could do now was to kill, killing like crazy!

He waved his sword, and every attack was filled with determination and anger, as if he wanted to pour all his unwillingness and despair onto these skeletons.

In this endless darkness, Ling Xiao's figure was like a bolt of lightning, constantly shuttling among the skeletons. Every time he swung his sword, there was a sound of bones and flesh being separated, which was a testimony of his struggle against fate.

In this dim space, the passage of time seemed to have lost its meaning. Ling Xiao only felt that everything around him was trapped in an endless loop. Every time he swung his sword and every dodge, it seemed like he was repeating the same action.

The physical fatigue continues to accumulate.

He didn't know how long he had been fighting. It might have been an hour, or a day, or even longer. In short, this period of time felt so long, so long that he almost lost all his patience and strength.

Sweat continued to fall from his forehead, soaking his clothes, and every breath was accompanied by violent ups and downs in his chest. Ling Xiao could clearly feel that his physical strength was rapidly passing away, and the strength of each swing of the sword was weakening.

, even the steps became heavier.

He knew that he had reached his limit, and if he continued like this, he might not be able to hold on anymore.

However, the moment he relaxed a little, those skeletons seemed to smell his fatigue and rushed forward one after another. Their white skeletal claws drew ferocious arcs in the air, with a harsh whistling sound, as if

To tear him to pieces.

Ling Xiao's face was cold, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He knew that he could not fall, otherwise he would fall into a situation that would never be recovered.

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He quickly took out a bottle of pills from his arms, which he had spent a lot of time refining. Each pill contained rich energy.

Ling Xiao grabbed a handful of the elixir without hesitation and stuffed it into his mouth. The elixir melted in his mouth and turned into a warm current flowing into his body, instantly replenishing his lost physical strength and consumed energy.

Fortunately, he knew how to make pills, and fortunately he had obtained a lot of pills during this period. Otherwise, he really couldn't imagine how long he could persist.

However, even so, Ling Xiao still felt helpless in his heart.

There is no energy in these skeletons, and he cannot use the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art at all. Otherwise, he can use this powerful technique to swallow the energy in these skeletons to replenish himself, but now, he can only rely on pills.

Use medicine and your own strength to support yourself.
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