Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

For the Five Poison Hands, the golden hand seal is equivalent to one hand. If this hand is broken, the Five Poison Hands will completely collapse in Jinzhou.

Bang!

Suddenly, Snow Eagle in the battle formation was knocked away by a terrifying force. He fell to the ground and vomited a mouthful of blood. He could no longer stand up.

Although he was still alive, his injuries were extremely serious.

You know, this is in a battle formation. It stands to reason that no warrior below the third level of the Divine Bone Realm can easily hurt him.

But Xue Ying was still seriously injured.

"Snow Eagle!"

Momo exclaimed.

"Go take care of him and take the best healing pill!"

Ling Xiao waved his hand, but looked in one direction.

He doesn't have any extra accessories on his body, only a long sword hanging on his waist. This is his most reliable partner and his most powerful weapon.

Now that the Zhanzheng Academy and the Seven Poison Hands have not joined forces, Bi Wufeng has time to save Youfeng, but the Golden Hand Seal can also be destroyed.

Now that Liang Zhi is stopped by Liang Zhichen, we have nothing to worry about? Although Mu Qingping is not as powerful as Jinzhou Qian, my strength is even more terrifying than that of Jinzhou Qian.

He returned to his original position in an instant, his face no longer cold.

The seven people supporting the battle formation now are not Jin Haoyu, Dabi, Weiwei and Huanbi.

At this time, Liang Zhi looked back.

"They go kill these people, you deal with that Ling Xiao!"

It seems that if I say that, I will be able to do it.

It floats quietly outside, as if waiting for something, or guarding something.

His hands are slender and powerful, and his fingers are long and flexible, as if he can easily grasp any weapon. Wearing a pair of black soft-soled shoes on his feet, there is no decoration on the upper, but it allows him to move quickly on any terrain.

What I have always shown is my strength in martial arts, and I basically use formations in one-on-one situations.

Its existence seems to be a threat, making people feel a kind of indescribable fear.

Ling Xiao's eyes also became serious.

Ling Xiao looked at Mu Qingping indifferently, as if he had seen these people. I just looked at Liang Zhichen with respect and said: "Eighth on the Qianlong List? Damn, let you try his level!"

Mu Qingping felt the threat of the formation and chose to move forward.

There, a figure appeared.

His eyes are deep and sharp, as if he can't see through all illusions and appearances, and get straight to the essence of things. There was no trace of fear or shrinkage in his eyes, but no fear of the challenge.

After all, it is really difficult to get hurt without the protection of a spirit body.

But that kind of self-confidence and arrogance is not due to blind childhood, but is based on my weak strength and considerable self-confidence.

To face an enemy, you must condense a huge magic sword.

"hehe!"

He is a young swordsman, wearing a black tights, looking slender and strong.

Around that magic sword, the air seemed to become solid and fluid. Even the breeze cannot move it, as if it has not transcended the limitations of time and space.

"Haha, No. 8 on the Hidden Dragon List, that's a lot!"

Liang Zhi looked at Mu Qingping with respect.

My expression was cold and hesitant, as if nothing could shake my determination.

The Holy Pattern Master needs to settle and accumulate, and even those without talent can understand everything in an instant.

Her black hair fluttered in the wind, adding a bit of mystery. His skin has taken on a healthy, wheatish color after a long period of exercise.

I still can't understand an eighteen-year-old demon cultivator.

However, Weiwei was still injured for the time being.

That sword was even more terrifying, and Jin Zhou Qian's sword was several times weaker.

However, at the last moment, Mu Qingping actually entered.

It floated quietly in the air without making any sound, but it exuded a chilling aura.

Ling Xiao must have only shown his strength when fighting You Feng, so it would be harder to defeat Mu Qingping than to reach the sky.

But today, I used it.

The sword body exudes a dark light, as if it contains endless white and dark power. The surface of the sword is covered with ancient runes, each rune shining with mysterious light, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story.

Yes, it must be said that Zhan Zhan Academy really has very few capable people in Jinzhou.

The blade of the sword is straight without any extra decoration, but it exudes a sharp aura.

Bi Wufeng, the dean of the Jinguo Zhan Academy, is also a low-level player at the seventh level of the Divine Bone Realm.

Mu Qingping said coldly and confidently.

We just dared to move, not because of Ling Xiao.

The huge magic sword is suspended in the sky, like a towering mountain, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, waved his hand forward, and stabbed Liang Zhichen with the huge magic sword.

But there is nothing I can understand about an eighteen-year-old seventh-level holy pattern master.

The corners of my mouth turned down slightly, as if I was laughing at what the world has done and what it can do.

The sword seemed to be one with me, following my will no matter what movement I made, as if it were an extension of my arm.

What suddenly appeared was Bi Wufeng from the Zhan Zhan Academy.

It is not realistic for Ling Xiao to defeat Mu Qingping.

Mu Qingping dared to be careless and fought with this magic sword.

The edge of the magic sword was sharp and icy-hot, as if it was nervously cutting through the sky.

Mu Qingping might even kill Liang Zhi.

At the last moment, everyone around them rushed towards Momo and others.

Jin Haoyu and Dabi had a few scars on their bodies, and Huanbi was bleeding from the corner of her mouth.

Mu Qingping had naturally heard of Ling Xiao's reputation in the future, but she had never seen him before, so she didn't believe much of the rumors.

"kill!"

Against a group of enemies, the Demon Sword Killing Evil Formation cannot turn into countless demon swords.

That is another way to use the Demonic Sword Evil Killing Formation.

"Zhao Huying is eighth on the dragon list, Mu Qingping!"

Now, apart from the first Jin Yuntian and the seventh Jin Fengyu on the Zhao Huying Dragon List, even the eighth Mu Qingping is here.

In the void, a huge sword condensed, like a sword to slay evil.

"He is indeed not only a demon cultivator, but also a sacred pattern master!"

Zhao Huying ranks first on the Dragon List. Although that list may not have some water content, but excluding the water content, it is still a very important list.

Namu Qingping was not only a native of the Zhao Kingdom, but also a disciple of the Zhao Kingdom's War College.

We haven't reached our limit yet.

Mu Qingping said no nonsense, her figure disappeared from the place, and in an instant, a weak sword intent locked on Ling Xiao.

"kill!"

There was a kind of confidence and arrogance in my eyes, as if I didn't have an enemy yet.

"Liang Zhi, if he really destroyed the Golden Hand Seal today, he might have even gone to Zhongzhou before, because the Seven Poison Hands will assassinate him every day."

On the battlefield, things were going well. Because Xue Ying was seriously injured, Momo was helping to treat him.

Liang Zhichen looked at that person and took a deep breath.

Liang Zhichen looked at the huge magic sword and frowned.

His face has clear lines, three-dimensional features, and his eyes are deep and sharp.