A Demon’s Path

There was a heavy whistling and piercing wind from behind, Ling Xiao looked back, and saw a miniature "Taishan" in earth brown pressing towards him.

If you let this mountain crush you, even if you don't die, your bones will be broken, and you will lose the battle immediately.

Naturally, it was impossible for Ling Xiao to let this kind of thing happen.

Gathering the power of the seven souls in his whole body, Ling Xiao forcibly converted them all into the power of strength, gathered them on his hands, transformed into yellow soul power, and transformed into a huge fist shadow soaring towards the sky towards the "Taishan Mountain" "Boom.

As soon as the fist shadow collided with "Taishan", there was a bang, and the yellow light overflowed everywhere, scattering like little fish scurrying around in a pond.

This reckless fight made Ling Xiao and Soul Reaper each stagger back a few steps before stopping.

A trace of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of Soul Reaper's mouth, but his eyes were fixed on Ling Xiao. Because he found that Ling Xiao didn't show any signs of injury, but was staring at his hands in a daze, not taking himself seriously at all.

In fact, it's not that Ling Xiao underestimated the enemy, but that Ling Xiao used all the power of the seven souls just now, and made such a big noise. Ling Xiao himself felt very dissatisfied: "It's about the same as the power at the orange level. , the other six souls can't be converted into strength at all!"

"Your Excellency, you are a person worthy of my 'Soul Seizing Hand'." The Soul Seizing Hand said to Ling Xiao very seriously: "Once the 'Soul Seizing Hand' is released, even I myself cannot control your life and death. , I hope Your Excellency can carefully consider whether to admit defeat."

Ling Xiao was awakened by the words of the Soul Seizing Hand, and seeing that the other party was so serious, no matter what his purpose was, Ling Xiao felt that it was good that this person could say this at this time.

Of course, if Ling Xiao knew that this was the last time the Soul Reaper used such a skill at the Huang level, he might change his mind.

"Hehe, I'm here to see everyone's box-killing skills. Even if I'm killed by your Excellency, I don't have any resentment. Just do it, Your Excellency!" Ling Xiao smiled and raised her right hand gently, palm facing upwards. , made a "please" action.

Soul Seizing Hand trembled all over: "Okay, since you asked to die yourself, then you can't blame me!"

As soon as the words fell, the soul power on Soul Seizing Hand suddenly became abnormally violent, clusters of rich dark yellow soul power instantly wrapped Soul Seizing Hand's body, turning his entire body into a giant hand shape!

"The Soul Sewer is finally out!" The people who bet on the Soul Sewer in the stands finally let out a long breath of relief. In the past ten days, they haven't seen anyone at the same level as the "Soul Sewer". Recruited to survive.

As soon as the 'Soul Seizing Hand' came out, Ling Xiao felt that the surrounding scene dimmed instantly, leaving only the strange dark yellow giant palm in front of him. His soul shook for a while, as if he was about to separate from his body.

"It turned out to be a skill that contains mental attack and power attack at the same time, so weird!" Ling Xiao hurriedly collected her mind, expelled the power that shook her soul, and concentrated on dealing with what was left of the giant hand. The next soul power attack.

"Let's decide the outcome with one move!" The Soul Seizing Hand yelled, and the giant hand grasped a piece in a humane way, and quickly patted it on Ling Xiao.

The soul chain on Ling Xiao's neck exudes seven bright yellow clusters, and he once again gathers the power of his six souls in the heart of the soul, intending to completely use his own power to resist the "soul grabber" move. ".

However, how can these six souls be converted just by saying that they are converted?

Under such a critical situation, not to mention all the six souls have been converted into strength, not even one soul has been transformed into strength!

Above the stands, not only the boy who bet on Ling Xiao's face changed wildly, but even Li Yuanchong raised his eyebrows slightly: "I'm not joking with my life if I want to exercise? In this case, I'm still playing Lipo there!" Switch, this guy Ling Xiao really thinks his life is too long!"

Ling Xiao didn't seem to feel the worry of the young man and Li Yuanchong at all, she still stood there motionless, with her eyes closed tightly, letting the seven soul stones on the soul chain on her neck flash yellow light, letting the giant hand The target hit him without moving.

Boom!

A group of small yellow mushroom clouds soared from the ground of the arena, and the body of the Soul Reaper popped out of the mushroom cloud at the moment of the explosion, but Ling Xiao's figure disappeared in the long-lasting In the mushroom cloud.

The Soul Reaper's face was as pale as paper, his whole body seemed to be wilted, and he stared blankly at the mushroom cloud.

Although he survived, the moment he collided with Ling Xiao just now, the recoil force he suffered was something he had never experienced since he used this move before.

Even if this move is extremely lethal, it will also take a lot of damage to him. Before the Soul Reaper at least had the strength to stand up. But the current Soul Reaper not only can't even stand up, he even finds it very difficult to speak, and his vision has become extremely blurred, but his consciousness is still clear.

"That horrible guy should be finished..." Soul Reaper thought to himself.

The whole scene was silent, except for Li Yuanchong, almost everyone thought Ling Xiao was finished.

The boy scratched his scalp in pain, and murmured in a low growl almost like a beast: "It's over, I lost all my pocket money for this year... I should have known that I shouldn't trust this guy!"

Chu Lianyue's face showed an unconcealable ecstasy at first, but then a moment of loneliness: Is Ling Xiao just finished like this? I tried my best to kill him with my own hands to avenge my father, but he died at the hands of others...

Time seemed to disappear at this instant, and everyone sat quietly waiting for the referee to declare the Soul Reaper the winner.

But the strange thing is that in such a clear game, the referee didn't make a decision, which made those who waited have an ominous premonition: Could there be some changes?

The referees in the arena are very professional, as long as there is a point of victory or defeat, they will immediately make a final decision. This kind of thing has never happened before without making a judgment for a long time like today.

Even the Soul Reaper, who was struggling to hold on, seemed to have a premonition, and his heart sank suddenly: Is that guy still alive?

A hazy figure appeared in the gradually dissipating yellow mushroom cloud, and the Soul Seizing Hand rubbed his eyes with difficulty: Could it be that my eyes are really dazzled?

He was not dazzled, everyone on the field saw Ling Xiao's figure walking out of the yellowish gray fog.

Yes, although his clothes were tattered and he was full of joy, his spirit was obviously better than the Soul Reaper. To be precise, his demeanor was the same as usual, full of energy.

"It's his grandma's, but he has to rely on this method to convert the two souls. Who am I to provoke me?" Ling Xiao spat bitterly, spit out the dust in her mouth, and moved towards the Soul Seizing Hand. He said seriously: "Brother, can you hit me with two Soul Slayers again? I beg you, okay?"

Ling Xiao was asking the other party very seriously, because he received the blow from the Soul Slayer, and his six souls were impacted at the same time as the transformation, which directly made his Tianchong and Linghui two souls transform successfully.

If he could meet the opponent's two "soul grabbers" again, Ling Xiao felt that it wouldn't be a problem to convert his remaining four spirits into strength.

In Ling Xiao's view, if the other party is willing to "slap" two more times, he is willing to use many crystals to compensate the other party's loss of soul power.

However, in the eyes of others, Ling Xiao's request was tantamount to mocking the Soul Reaper, making fun of the opponent in a victorious gesture.

"Damn it, do you think my 'Soul Reaper' is a Chinese cabbage on the market, throw it away as soon as you say it?" With a pop, the Soul Reaper didn't know whether he was seriously injured or angry, his eyes darkened, He fell headfirst to the ground.

The figure of the middle-aged referee came to the field again with a "swoosh", glanced at the unconscious Soul Seizing Hand, then looked back at Ling Xiao, and said in a very enthusiastic tone: "Your Excellency Xiao Lin, congratulations!" Win this fight."

Picking names is Ling Xiao's weakness, and the pseudonyms he uses are nothing more than a few.

Afterwards, the referee loudly announced to the stands: "The victor of this battle, His Excellency Xiao Lin!"

In the past, when someone won, there were always countless cheers in the stands. No matter how strong the two sides were, there would always be someone who won more or less.

While the spectators on the betting side won the money, they did not hesitate to applaud and cheer for the fighter who won the money for them.

Today was a good day, when Ling Xiao won, except for the young man who used 200,000 topaz to earn 200 million topaz, jumped up from his seat, screamed twice and found the surroundings quiet, and sat down very embarrassed , There was no more cheers in the whole audience.

The impartiality of the Zimo City arena is well-known in Xuantian Continent. Even if there are many naturally dark people who think that the arena is tricky, they definitely don't think there is any problem with this battle.

Everyone saw the ultimate move of Soul Seizing Hand, and they didn't hold back at all.

And Ling Xiao also got tricked under everyone's noses, without a doubt.

In this way, Ling Xiao can still stand without falling, so they can only think that Ling Xiao is a complete monster, and he has enough strength to stand where he is, allowing the opponent to attack without dodging.

How did they know that Ling Xiao needed this kind of impact to help him transform his soul successfully, so why would he dodge it?

"Is this the win?" Ling Xiao herself was a little depressed, so she yelled casually, "Is there anyone coming again?"

Ling Xiao's yelling was like throwing a bomb in a public toilet, which aroused "public feces (anger)". The people who lost money because of Ling Xiao shouted and cursed loudly. Various styles, mixed together, it is magnificent.

At this time, an empty voice hovered over the arena, suppressing all the voices of cursing: "Hehe, if Your Excellency Xiao Lin is interested, I have a group of yellow-level arena players here, let you choose , what do you think?"