Fights Break Sphere: After I became Xiao Yan's sister, I was loved by everyone

Chapter 518 Breaking Through the Darkness
The aura of darkness became increasingly strong, and Xiao Xue, who was in it, was in danger of being pierced by the black sickle at any time.

But she is stubborn and refuses to admit defeat and does not want Erha's help. This kind of growth under oppression is exactly what she wants now.

Cracks have appeared in the ice shield. If I don’t find a chance to break out of the darkness, death may be the only thing waiting for me.

Deacon Wu did not expect that a man at the peak of Dou Wang level could actually persist for so long in his own darkness.

It can be clearly seen that in the darkness, Xiao Xue constantly uses the ice shield to protect herself. This shows her keen judgment.

Before, her whole body was covered in the ice shield, but now Xiao Xue was just holding the ice shield in her hands, which could reduce the use of a lot of fighting spirit.

At the same time, it can also increase the duration of the confrontation. I don't know if it's because of courage or strength.

Deacon Wu admired Xiao Xue more and more. If he could join the Soul Palace, he would surely grow into an excellent hunter.

Unfortunately, he was unwilling to do so, and Deacon Wu felt a sense of regret.

While feeling regretful, the attack on Xiao Xue seemed even more crazy.

The black sickle transformed into countless fighting spirit sickle phantoms that attacked Xiao Xue from different positions in all directions.

Xiao Xue was in darkness, but the ice shield was like a mirror, a light in the darkness.

The ice shield in his left hand blocked the attack of the real sickle, and the frost sword in his right hand was swung continuously, forming ice spikes to block the sickle phantoms that were transformed from fighting spirit.

His body constantly changed its position relying on the balance between the ice shield and the frost sword, like an immortal dancing gracefully in it, avoiding the deadly moves coming from other directions.

Deacon Wu could see all of Xiao Xue's movements clearly, but he didn't expect that his attacks had no effect at all. In fact, it was not his fault. If it hadn't been for the assassination at the Mitre Auction House, Xiao Xue would not have studied how to rely on hearing to avoid all dangerous movements in the dark.

Since then, hearing has become another important subject of Xiao Xue's training.

Sometimes your eyes will deceive you, but the dangers you hear with your ears are absolutely real, because they will only issue a warning when you are close to danger.

It won't help people avoid harm at such a far distance.

Deacon Wu obviously had no idea that Xiao Xue possessed this skill.

While retracting the sickle, Deacon Mist slowly spread out his right hand, then pointed his palm downward and squeezed it hard, as if he was going to crush an ant to death.

The black fog in the sky became thicker, it turned out that he was releasing even greater pressure.

A black mist fell from the sky and hit Xiao Xue directly. Although Xiao Xue had good hearing, she was still unable to withstand the black mist that was falling down on her.

Still unable to bear it, her whole body was directly oppressed. Xiao Xue held up the Frost Sword with both hands with great effort. Her body kept hunching downwards under the pressure of gravity.

He may have been a young and handsome young man before, but now his face is distorted, as if he was facing a strong wind, and his lips are rolling constantly.

But the pressure behind him was like a mountain pressing down on his head, making it hard to breathe.

Butler Mist smiled smugly once again and asked, "Let's see how long you can hold on."

Xiao Xue spat out a mouthful of blood, which stained the Frost Sword in his hand. The Frost Sword, which was originally without any trace of ice and snow, now looked like a blooming plum blossom.

The bones in his body were crackling and in danger of breaking, and beads of sweat had soaked his entire body.

Looking even more lonely and weak in the fierce wind, Xiao Xue kept standing up little by little under the pressure.

The blood at the corners of his mouth was clearly visible, as if telling of the danger that had just occurred.

Deacon Wu was shocked. What was he trying to do? He could actually stand up.

Compared to the pain caused by being soaked in the earth's core lotion, this seems to be nothing.

His body had become so strong that it was almost terrifying. Just now, he could hear the sound of his bones breaking, but now he was able to stand up again little by little.

What was going on? How come my pressure had no effect on the little Dou Wang?
Just as Butler Mist was thinking about the problem, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

It is like a bright light in the darkness, guiding people back home.

What is that? Butler Wu watched as lightning flashed through his fighting skills.

Could it be possible that he could control lightning? How is that possible?

No, I, a dignified Dou Zong, could not defeat a Dou Wang in such a long time. If this were to get out, everyone in the Soul Palace would laugh their heads off.

Deacon Wu was completely enraged by Xiao Xue. He swung the black sickle in his hand, and this time he used more fighting spirit.

He originally thought that he could use the sustained pressure from this fighting skill to make him completely surrender, or even kill him.

Unexpectedly, everything came to nothing.

"Crazy continuous slashing!"

The black sickle was like a sharp knife cutting through the Gordian knot, constantly slashing towards Xiao Xue from top to bottom.

There was an extra sword in Xiao Xue's hand, a sword that was possessed by lightning.

Xiao Xue endured the pain brought by the black sickle's constant attacks on her body.

He suddenly opened his eyes, raised the Thunder Sword, and shouted, "Thunderbolt, break!"

Lightning strikes were heard in the dark clouds. Deacon Mist saw Xiao Xue in the black mist actually enduring the attack of his sickle, and he gathered his strength to launch a counterattack.

He didn't care at all about the pain of the sickle piercing his body, and didn't even utter a scream.

What kind of willpower does he have to be able to do this?

As the last bolt of lightning like a beam of light struck the sky, the black mist that had just been imposed on the dark clouds actually dissipated.

A ray of sunlight emerged from the black fog, like the sun breaking through the clouds, bringing light back to the world.

Butler Mist couldn't help but step back. The sky was now bright again, becoming clearer than before.

Butler Wu praised while holding up a black sickle: "You are the first person to escape from my Dark Advent. I never thought that a Dou Wang could be so powerful."

Xiao Xue's breath was a little disordered, but she held the sword in both hands and looked at Deacon Wu with sharp eyes.

He raised his hand to wipe the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled calmly: "Thank you for the compliment."

"If a talent like you joins us, I think even the Palace Master will personally train you. It's a pity..."

Xiao Xue took over Deacon Wu's words and spoke with a hint of interest.

"It's a pity that I'm not good or bad, am I?"

Deacon Wu laughed out loud. Xiao Xue's temper was becoming more and more to his liking.

Compared to Han Feng's timid look, the look in his eyes when he saw me was like he was his father.

Deacon Wu likes people like Xiao Xue more. If such people can be conquered, it will be a help to the organization.

"Yes, it's a pity that you don't know how to appreciate our kindness and choose to go against us. I admit that you are very good, but unfortunately it's not enough."

Xiao Xue did not refute. If they really fought, she would not be the opponent. After all, there was a huge gap between Dou Zong and Dou Wang.

It is difficult to win without the help of strength, but Xiao Xue, who has far more cards than these, will not give up easily.

(End of this chapter)