Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

A few days later, Ling Xiao was still immersed in Wanjuan Tower and did not come out.

At this time, several young warriors appeared outside the Douzong Gate.

These warriors were dressed in different styles, but without exception, they all had an unconcealable arrogance and arrogance on their faces.

The leader is dressed in white.

His figure was like a quiet mountain peak, standing erect in the breeze, exuding a calm and restrained aura.

His face was handsome, and there was a sense of perseverance and depth between his brows.

A pair of bright eyes, like a deep lake, calm but containing endless wisdom and determination.

The bridge of his nose is high and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, as if he is smiling or meditating. His calmness and calmness make people feel awe.

The white clothes on her body are as pure as snow and as elegant as clouds.

The clothes fluttered gently in the breeze, like a moving picture.

He held a long sword in his hand. The sword was slender and shimmering with cold light, as if it contained endless power.

However, he did not pull out the sword, but held it quietly. His calmness and restraint seemed to be integrated with the heaven and earth, and symbiotic with all things.

He stood there like a lonely statue, indifferent to the world, but full of power.

His eyes were deep and firm, as if he could see through all illusions and truths.

His temperament is calm and restrained, as if he is a hidden treasure waiting to be discovered by the destined person.

He is like a mountain, standing there quietly, but also like a gust of wind, ready to cut through the sky at any time, showing his edge and strength.

His calmness and restraint make people admire him and look forward to him showing a more brilliant style in the future.

The man in white smiled slightly and looked at the few Douzong warriors blocking the door.

"Don't panic, everyone. I'm here just to compare skills."

"Who are you?"

a middle-aged man asked.

"I, Ling Yun! Maybe you haven't heard of it, but you have probably heard of my brother Ling Xiao's name, right?"

The young man in white continued: "We all come from the Tyrant Empire. We came here this time to seek advice from the Douzong, and I hope it will come true."

"Ling Yun? Are you really from the Tyrant Empire?"

The middle-aged warrior frowned.

Before, in the Lingshi Mine, someone pretended to be from the Tyrant Empire and attacked them. Today, another group of people came.

I really can’t tell the difference between true and false.

“The goods are genuine and fair!”

The young man in white said with a smile: "Dou Zong is also one of the three major sects in Central Continent. Are you afraid? You don't even dare to accept the challenge of our Tyrant Empire?"

"Master, let me do it. I don't know where this bastard came from, but he dares to challenge me, Douzong!"

One of the gatekeeper disciples was a little angry.

Douzong has never provoked the Tyrant Empire, but now that the Tyrant Empire comes to visit him, he is careful. Can he not be angry?

Even if the other party is fake and provocative, they will not be able to back down, otherwise once word spreads, Douzong's reputation will be ruined.

"Be careful!"

The manager nodded and said, "If you can't beat us, give up. Don't make fun of us with your life."

"yes!"

The gatekeeper disciple is actually not weak either. He is an inner disciple of Douzong, and he is also ranked among the top ten among the inner disciples.

Although he is not a core disciple, he is still powerful.

Unexpectedly, the young man in white shook his head and said with a smile: "You are not worthy of my action, little shrimp, come on!"

A young man with cattails in his mouth came out and said with a smile: "My name is Xiao Xi'er, a core disciple of Tianyi General Hospital, a close friend of His Majesty the Tyrant Emperor, and the weakest among us. Let me deal with you!"

"casual!"

The Douzong disciple cupped his hands and said, "Take the move!"

Immediately, it broke through the air and stabbed Xiaoxiaer with a sword.

The movement of this sword was swift and smooth, like a silver dragon flying out of the sky. The tip of the sword drew a dazzling arc in the air, thrusting forward with fierce sword energy.

At that moment, it was as if the whole world had stopped.

Wherever the sword energy passed, bamboo leaves fell one after another, as if being pulled by invisible power. A sharp whistle sounded in the air. It was the sound of the sword tip piercing the air, crisp and shocking.

The tip of the sword shone coldly in the moonlight, pointing straight at the target. At that moment, it seemed that even the moonlight was frightened by the sword energy and became dim.

I have to say that this person's swordsmanship is still very powerful. After all, he is an inner disciple of Douzong and ranks in the top ten.

However, the "little shrimp" just smiled slightly, spit out the cattails in his mouth, and turned into a black shadow.

puff!

Directly pierce the forehead of the Dou Zong inner disciple.

He shook his head lazily and said: "It's a pity, you are too weak. Let's let your core disciples go to fight. You come up, but you will die."

"Asshole, it's just a discussion, why do you want to kill someone!"

The head of Douzong was furious.

"The sword has no eyes, so it will inevitably cause damage. We are all adults, why are we still so childish? If your disciple can kill me, I will admit it."

Xiao Xia'er said calmly.

"hateful!"

The boss clenched his fists and was about to take action.

"Back off!"

At this time, a cold shout came from within the sect: "The core disciples of the eight sects of Douzong are listening to the order. Who is willing to take action and defeat these people?"

The manager was shocked, this was clearly the voice of the sect master.

Only a moment later, figures came from everywhere.

"You bastard, if you dare to come to my Douzong to kill someone, I'll give you face!"

The voice sounded, and a strong man came out.

Although this man looks mature and sophisticated, he is actually only in his early twenties.

"It's Senior Brother Lu Xiong from Jimen!"

Everyone screamed.

Lu Xiong is more than eight feet tall, tall and strong, standing as tall as a mountain.

His face was far from handsome, and his tiger eyes were bright and shining with sharp light, as if he could burn the opponent to death with the raging fire of war. The bridge of his nose is high, his lips are tightly closed, and his jawline is sharp, highlighting his perseverance and unyielding character.

Lu Xiong's attire is also very majestic.

He was wearing a black armor, and the armor shone with a cold light, as if it could resist all attacks.

The armor is embroidered with exquisite cloud patterns and dragon patterns, highlighting his noble and majestic identity.

There was a golden belt around his waist, inlaid with gems and pearls, shining with dazzling light.

Holding a square-shaped painted halberd, the halberd's body is slender and sharp, as if it can cut through any obstacle.

Lu Xiong held Fang Tian's painted halberd, pointed at the young man in white and said, "Come and take action, he is no match for me!"

"You are no match for me either!"

The young man in white shook his head and said.

"I'll do it, Xiaoxiaoer, step back!"

Another person walked out, with wings on his back. He turned out to be a young man from the Feather Tribe.

"and who are you?"

Lu Xiong asked with a frown.

"Li Feiyu of Tianyi General Hospital is also a close friend of Tyrant Emperor Ling Xiao."

The Yu Clan boy said.