Murong Zhenxiu finished speaking and took a few steps.
The wrist continued to flip, and the sword pulled out countless afterimages of the sword in the void, forming a terrifying and boundless sword network in the blink of an eye.
With the two people as the center, all the trees and lawns within a kilometer radius were destroyed, and sword marks immediately appeared on the outer wall of the wooden tower not far away.
At the same time, the air around her surged crazily, forming a rapidly rotating air vortex in an instant.
"Take my sword!" Immediately afterwards, Murong Zhenxiu shouted sharply.
I saw that the sword shadows all over the sky merged at a very fast speed, and the phantom sword shape was like a meteor streaking across, attacking Ling Hao with a powerful momentum like a rainbow.
"It's just an appearance, it looks like the spirit but not the spirit. Murong's sword technique, you haven't even used one-fifth of its power!" Ling Hao's voice sounded.
As he spoke, his aura immediately rose, and Murong Zhenxiu's aura was immediately suppressed.
call!
At the same time, there was a blast of wind whistling in mid-air, and a blood-red sword slashed down from the sky like lightning.
For a moment, the void was filled with strong winds, lightning and thunder, and the blood-red sword light seemed to tear the void apart, which was shocking.
Click!
After a crisp sound, the tower with only two floors left was split in half from the middle by the sword light, and collapsed suddenly, filling the sky with sawdust and blocking out the clouds and sun.
At the same time, just like the Chu Clan before, a thousand-meter-long ravine was left on the ground.
Bang!
The sword in Murong Zhenxiu's hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.
"So... so strong..." Murong Zhenxiu stood on the spot and spoke with difficulty: "Can... can you tell me, you... who are you..."
"I have another name!" Ling Hao said lightly: "Murong Lingyi!"
"What...what!?" Hearing his words, Murong Zhenxiu opened his mouth, with a look of endless horror on his face.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At the same time, after Xiao Pengde and others who had just ran over heard Ling Hao's words, their legs softened and they collapsed.
Everyone was shaking uncontrollably, with a look of despair on their faces.
They never imagined that the Western King Lingshuai was actually the man that the Xiao family wanted to kill five years ago!
"It turns out...it's you. From the first time I saw you, I felt that you looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it..."
Murong Zhenxiu seemed to be having a flashback, his expression perked up slightly, and he continued to speak.
"Retribution... everything is retribution... the cycle of cause and effect... this is the fault of my Xiao family... I... I don't blame you..."
"What happened back then has nothing to do with Penghui. Please...please spare his life...leave me a wisp of perfume from the Xiao family..."
"Can you tell me what the jade pendant is related to?" Ling Hao said calmly.
"I...I don't know either...I'm afraid it's just your second uncle..." Murong Zhenxiu spent the last bit of his strength.
Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!
Then, a blood line spread down from the center of her eyebrows, and blood spurted out wildly.
Boom! Boom!
After a while, the body was split into two and fell to the ground, bloody and bloody.
At that moment, she really regretted it!
A moment of greed will sow bad consequences. If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?
"Mother!" Xiao Pengde and others shouted heartbreakingly, and several others collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud.
"You must have been involved in what happened five years ago, right?" Ling Hao's voice reached their ears like a god demanding death.
