Chapter 923

"Little girl, don't worry."

Zhao Jingyi touched Li Ling's head and said dotingly.

Subsequently, Zhao Jingyi walked into the room and sat cross-legged.

She swallowed a healing elixir directly and began to circulate her energy to regulate her breathing.

A roaring sound rang out.

The martial veins within Zhao Jingyi's body began to expand.

She used this elixir to begin crazily improving her strength.

This scene was seen by Zhao.

"It seems this little girl Xiao Ling is quite filial."

"Since that's the case, then I will help you and make you even more powerful!"

Subsequently, a playful smile curved on Zhao Xing's mouth.

In the next second, a roaring sound rang out within Zhao Xing's body.

He stepped into the Half-Step Wu Wang Realm in one go, only one step away from the true Wu Wang Realm.

Subsequently, Zhao Xing grasped the long sword in his hand and slashed toward the void.

In an instant, a brilliant and sharp golden sword light tore through the firmament and slashed onto a towering giant tree in the distance.

Instantly, this giant tree, which was thick enough for three people to embrace and comparable to a small building, was split open.

At the same time, a sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh rang out in this world.

In the next moment, a miserable wail rang out.

Subsequently, a corpse slammed onto the ground.

And it was a dried corpse that had died not long ago.

This person was exactly the one who attacked Zhao Xing last night, only to be slashed to death by Zhao Xing with one sword.

... Seeking flowers...

At this time, Zhao Xing leaped and stood in mid-air.

He looked down from above at that corpse.

Cold light shot from his eyes, and a monstrous baleful energy surged from his body.

"Slaughter Sword Canon!"

"Destroy everything for me, destroy all evil!"

Zhao Xing said indifferently, unleashing the Slaughter Sword Canon and mobilizing the martial vein power within his body.

Suddenly, his martial vein power surged crazily.

His strength increased directly, stepping into...

Subsequently, Zhao Xing's body swayed.

Turning into a cloud of blood mist and disappearing from the spot.

When he appeared, he arrived in a mountain forest.

An intense battle was going on.

Zhao Xing rushed into this mountain forest and fought fiercely with three demonic beasts.

The strength of these three demonic beasts all possessed the power of Ninth-Grade demonic beasts.

They were the guardian beasts of this mountain forest, usually staying in this area.

Only when someone trespassed would they wake up.

At this time, facing Zhao Xing's attack, the three of them roared in unison.

A terrifying demonic might swept out, enveloping the entire mountain forest.

"Die!"

Zhao Xing said with a cold expression, swinging his sword out.

A golden sword light carrying the momentum of destroying everything attacked these three demonic beasts.

As Zhao Xing slashed out with this sword, a deafening thunderous sound exploded.

Monstrous gusts of wind spread out.

On the spot, these three Ninth-Grade demonic beasts were blown away by this golden sword light.

They all slammed onto the ground, blood flowing from their mouths.

Severely injured, they couldn't crawl up at all.

"Die!"

Zhao Xing shouted coldly.

His gaze, filled with bloodthirsty and cold murderous intent, stared at these three demonic beasts.

In the next second, a sharp golden light shot out, directly taking these three Ninth-Grade demonic beasts.

In an instant, one Ninth-Grade demonic beast had its throat pierced through.

Its huge body lay on the ground, its vitality slowly being annihilated.

And this golden light was the precious sword of Saint-level quality in Zhao Xing's hand.

"I didn't expect that I, the number one swordsman of the continent, would need to rely on external objects to improve my strength!"

A look of sorrow appeared in Zhao Xing's eyes, and he muttered to himself.

"I must personally slaughter those few beasts!"

Zhao Xing gritted his teeth and shouted.

Although he was not a disciple of a martial arts family, he had reached his current strength relying on his own efforts.

Now that he had fallen to the point of relying on external objects, Zhao Xing was naturally very angry, wishing he could immediately slaughter his enemies.