Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

The wind howled, and the brutal fist intent was like a huge mountain. It was accompanied by a suffocating pressure that came from the front. All of this was out of Ao Lingchen's expectation. He had never thought that he would use such a method to restrain Ximen Rong. Just as he was about to leave, another powerful enemy appeared. Most importantly, the strength of this attack was far above Ximen Rong's.    

For a moment, the wind and clouds were raging. The stone tiles on the roof were shattered.    

"So strong! Is this the terror of a peak late Martial Spirit?"    

Ao Lingchen's eyes dimmed as he felt the murderous aura that was pressing down on him. He muttered in his heart.    

"You have committed a huge crime, leaving your life behind to compensate for it."    

A violent and furious voice came from the sky. The old man who was punching the old man arrived in the blink of an eye, forcing him to come forward.    

"These are the scrolls and martial skills of your Ximen family. They are all from the third level. Let's see if you are really willing to break them into pieces. " Looking at the old man who was violently beating him up, a strong wind was blowing in the dark. Looking at the fist that was like a huge mountain, Ao Lingchen made a prompt decision. He took out two scrolls from his pocket and threw them forward wildly. This was his protective talisman. Could he leave this place alive? That would depend on how well he operated.    

"What?"    

Hearing Ao Lingchen's crazy voice, he glanced at the two big scrolls thrown over. He saw them. That familiar face startled Ximen Yuan, who wanted to kill Lingchen with a single punch. He frantically retracted his fist's aura, then his fist changed into a claw, grabbing towards the scroll.    

"Green Mountain never changes its flow. We will meet again in the future. Ximen Yuan, Ximen Rong, leave your heads on your necks first. I will come back and take them away very soon."    

The moment Simon Yuan grabbed the martial skill scroll, Ao Lingchen was like a night elf, moving on the roof at an astonishing speed.    

Even though the two in front of him were top experts, Ao Lingchen still dared to speak boldly. He believed that the next time they met, he would have the strength to cut off their heads.    

Ever since he was young, Ao Ling Chen's mind was much more powerful than ordinary people's. He understood that the more this situation, the more impatient he could not be. Only by maintaining a high level of calm could he think of a way to deal with the crisis.    

Moreover, before Ao Lingchen came in to steal the Mixed Essence Arts, he had done a lot of things to help him. As long as he could leave Xi Men Prefecture and go to the place where he had arranged all kinds of things, he would be able to get rid of them.    

"You won't be able to escape!"    

"Don't even think about escaping!"    

Behind the proud Ling Chen, two figures were like cheetahs as they chased after him. Based on what Lingchen had done, they definitely wouldn't let him leave alive.    

Thinking about the Sutra Library that had been engulfed by flames, Ximen Yuan and Ximen Rong's eyes turned red, looking as fierce as beasts.    

The night wind was bleak, and the three figures were walking quickly on the roof. There were many panicked people in the house, and not too far away, in the courtyard of the Xi Men Mansion, there were sword and saber lights. This quiet night was extremely lively, as if it was a night out.    

"This won't do. If this continues, I won't be able to walk out of this place."    

Glancing at the two figures that were about to catch up, Ao Lingchen frowned. His speed was not at all comparable to a Void Martial Spirit expert, but there was still a gap between him and these two. If this continued, he would be caught sooner or later.    

"You won't be able to escape!" Looking at the black figure in front of him, Ximen Yuan spoke in a gloomy voice. Yuan Qi had already surged out of his hand, and a wild wind was blowing. He was ready to attack at any time.    

Right at this moment, a sudden change occurred.    

"Clang!"    

The sound of swords being unsheathed suddenly rang out. The ear-piercing sound was extremely clear in the dark night. A cold killing intent erupted from the dark night.    

"You still want to resist?!"    

A dim light flashed in front of him. Ximen Yuan's eyelids slightly jumped. A strange curved long blade was swung out from his waist. It was like a sickle rotating in the night sky!    

The moment the curved blade came out, the blade energy soared to the sky. The sharp edge of the blade attacked wantonly. The powerful force made people feel intimidated.    

"Clang!"    

Light flickered in the dark night. The dazzling light of the saber and the sword lit up the night sky.    

The sword aura of the saber raged and surged, and a killing intent spread in the air!    

"Thank you for your counter-push!"    

In an instant, a mocking voice was heard. The sword aura flashed, and Ao Lingchen, who was waving his long sword, rushed forward at a very fast speed under the attack of the blade radiance and sword shadows. He didn't intend to fight, but just wanted to confuse his opponent. He even wanted to use any possible power to escape.    

However, his tone was filled with ridicule and his voice was loud and clear. However, his face was not as energetic as his words. Instead, his face was deathly pale.    

"Bastard!"    

Looking at Ao Lingchen, who had used the force of the collision to suddenly increase the distance between them, Ximen Yuan was filled with anger. His eyes were filled with killing intent, and the Yuan Qi in his body erupted. He swung the scimitar in his hand furiously. Like a bolt of lightning, he dove down, and his blade was like a bolt of lightning. The sound of muffled thunder could be heard. Terrifying and suffocating killing intent erupted in all directions.    

The blade light that was like a bolt of lightning streaked across the horizon, and the pitch black night sky was like a thin piece of white paper that was forcefully sliced open, causing shocking ripples to spread in the air, producing an ear-piercing sound of a landslide collapsing.    

The peak of late Martial Spirit was only a step away from the limit of Martial Spirit, and was only a step away from the Martial Sect Stage, who was known as a grandmaster.    

An expert at this level could easily shatter a huge rock with his palm, and he could unleash a suffocating aura with just a wave of his hand.    

Ximen Yuan was a top expert like this.    

"You destroyed the foundation of my Ximen family, and you still want to leave here alive? Aren't you too naive! "    

Ximen Yuan's figure flashed. His eyes were sharp, and he swung his long blade furiously. He wanted to kill Ao Lingchen with force, and use his head to vent his anger.    

"Then let's destroy your martial skills first!"    

Ao Lingchen casually tossed out a yellowed book. Without turning his head or defending himself, his Yuan Qi surged and he fled from Xi Men Prefecture at the fastest speed possible.    

"Damn it!"    

Ximen Yuan, who was filled with killing intent and was trying to swing his saber furiously, looked at the martial skill that was thrown at him. He could only roar madly and reverse his Yuan Qi, slashing the violent saber Qi towards the sky to avoid the martial skill that was thrown at him.    

Ever since they knew that Ao Ling Chen had taken away the Ximen family's martial skill, no matter if it was Ximen Yuan or Ximen Rong, they felt very aggrieved in their hearts. Because every time they unleashed their killing moves, the former would use these martial skills to tie them down. They had no choice but to give up on their original plan because they were afraid of destroying the martial skills.    

The momentary obstruction of the martial skills was enough for Ao Lingchen. He was like an agile ape, leaping out of the Ximen family's courtyard.    

"Don't let him escape!"    

Grabbing the martial skill with one hand, Ximen Yuan gripped his curved blade tightly, his killing intent surging. He rushed out with Ximen Rong, rushing out of the West Gate Prefecture in pursuit. The matter of burning the depository of scriptures must be resolved with blood and human heads. Otherwise, no one would be able to bear the consequences.    

With an astonishing speed, he leapt out of the West Gate Prefecture. Ao Lingchen fled frantically towards the nearest city gate. With what he had done tonight, the Ximen family would definitely go crazy. He could no longer return to the Tianwu Academy, so he had to leave the Twilight City as soon as possible.    

"Chase after him, chase after him. I'll see how you guys are going to chase after him."    

Running at full speed under the night sky, a murderous look emerged in Ao Lingchen's eyes. He was also furious because of the chase.