Kapitel 397: Chapter 210: Martial Soul Hall Powerhouses, Full Mobilization_4
However, with the arrival of Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi, Qin Xiao stopped his random thoughts.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh."
Sword Qi, sharp as blades, bloomed like lotuses.
But behind these dazzling sword lights were hundreds of demons paying the price with their lives.
In an instant, the demons in the courtyard where Qin Xiao was located were all slaughtered.
The figures of Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi, one after the other, strolled in from outside the gate.
Qin Xiao secretly scoffed, what a time to still be concerned with making an entrance.
"Qin kid, Martial Soul Hall has asked for my help, and the Sect Master entrusts you with his safety,"
"Besides you in Spirit City now, I trust no one else," Sword Douluo said straightforwardly.
Smiling, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but chime in, "Brother Qin, my very life and possessions are now in your hands."
There was a time for everything, and Qin Xiao knew this wasn't the time for words. He nodded vigorously, "Sect Master Ning is in my hands, Senior Sword, go without worries..."
Sword Douluo: "..."
Why do I feel like that wasn't a compliment?
But he knew that this wasn't the time to nitpick.
Well... once the crisis in Spirit City is over, I'll come back and settle the score with this kid.
Immediately after, Sword Douluo transformed into a sword light and shot into the sky, with an unparalleled momentum, slashing toward a vicious, claw-wielding Greater Demon.
"You insignificant ants dare to challenge me?"
The Greater Demon was extremely arrogant, not dodging in the face of Sword Douluo's attack, spreading its palm with purple flames and reaching straight for Sword Douluo.
At this moment, countless gazes froze, as if time itself had slowed down.
Rip.
A sound like tearing cloth rose as Sword Douluo, wielding the Seven Kill Sword, easily pierced through the Greater Demon's palm and then, with an unmatched momentum, severed its arm completely.
"Ow!"
With the Greater Demon letting out a cry of agony, its severed arm flew across the sky, spilling purple blood all over.
In contrast, Sword Douluo stood tall in the void, his sword held high, giving off a sense of invincibility.
"Is this man that strong?"
In the sky, the Demon Lord Alba's eyelids twitched wildly, surprised to find that the sword Qi even posed a threat to him?
What he didn't know was that the Seven Kills Sword Martial Spirit on Soul Land was renowned as the premier offensive force, and its reputation was well-earned.
Even though Sword Douluo was at level 96 in cultivation, even level 97 fighters would have to steer clear of his edge.
Moreover, Sword Douluo was now also enhanced with six 80% attribute boosts to his strength, speed, Soul Power, and attack from Ning Fengzhi.
At this moment, he even had the power to contend against a Level 98 Titled Douluo.
"No, I must fight quickly and decisively."
Demon Lord Alba made up his mind and then suddenly inhaled, as countless souls floated up from below Spirit City, sucked into his belly.
His energy was significantly recuperated by this.
It seemed he couldn't wait for Golden Crocodile and the others to slay the Greater Demons before coming to his aid... Qiandaoliu thought to himself, reaching out to grasp a Holy Sword condensed from light in his hand.
With one step, he was in front of Alba, his Holy Sword growing explosively in size as a dozen meters of sword light slashed down.
Alba was by no means unworthy of his name; as one of the supreme monarchs of the Demonic Plane, his combat strength was extraordinary.
After all, he reached his position on the basis of strength, not cunning.
With a light lift, the Purple Gold Greatsword was placed defensively in front of him, preempting Qiandaoliu's strike.
Crack.
The collision of the light sword with the purple greatsword burst forth in a dazzling flash of lightning.
Both Qiandaoliu and Alba simultaneously retreated.
This strike seemed to give off the impression that the two were equally matched.
More coincidentally, both Qiandaoliu and Alba had the same thought cross their minds.
"Damn it, I'm actually being countered by him!"
That's right.
One represented Light, the other Evil; indeed, they were opposites.
But there's no turning back once the arrow is loosed; a victor must emerge between the two, as must life or death.
...
"Qin Xiao, more demons are charging at us, what should we do? Must I keep holding back?"
In the courtyard, Liu Erlong asked with a grim expression.
The yard was once again filled with hundreds of Hellhounds; dozens of Winged Demons circled in the sky, and muscular Demonfolk were hurrying over from afar.
"There is no need to endure anymore when it's unbearable,"
Qin Xiao answered lightly.
Indeed, there was no more need for patience now, for the person who needed to arrive had appeared.
The hunting moment had arrived.
"Good!"
"I've been wanting to stop holding back for a long time!"
Liu Erlong roared, as the Holy Radiant Dragon possessed her!
An intense aura of light burst forth from her body.
Accompanied by a mighty dragon's roar, the demons in the courtyard turned to ashes under the power of this light.
Liu Erlong's strength seemed to have a natural restraining effect on the demons.
In mid-air, Alba also felt this power, shivering within.
Dammit.
How can such a small city harbor so many powerful beings?
Is Soul Land that terrifying?
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