Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

But what Ling Xiao didn't expect was that the madness in the temple had exceeded his imagination.

The day after he publicly announced his departure from Douzong.

Zhang Kang died in Douzong City.

Minoran was also seriously injured.

Dozens of other Douzong disciples were killed.

Moreover, he was killed in Douzong City.

Those people were the ones who tried to retain Ling Xiao at that time.

When Ling Xiao learned the news, a fire burned in his chest. He underestimated the evil of human nature.

Underestimating the evil of the temple.

What are those people guilty of?

I wear a belt of the same color around my waist, which is a bit luxurious and highlights my status as a swordsman.

Just because you saved him, you deserve to die?

"Let all the geniuses of Douzong come out. No matter who they are, they can't do it, as long as they are over eighty years old!"

You are holding a long sword, the blade is slender and sharp, shining with cold light.

Next to this, there was a line of words written in blood: "The murderer, Xiang Ya!"

That was all forced by the Holy Church.

In the early morning mist, a young swordsman stood quietly in Douzong City. My figure seemed to blend with the heaven and earth, exuding an indescribable charm.

Open provocation!

And those people are all Templar warriors, and they are all geniuses of the Templar. The Templar has spent a small amount of effort and resources on us.

My eyes are cold and confident.

While Ling Xiao and others were discussing matters in the small hall, a young man in his seventies came to the gate of Douzong City.

The feeling of being useless is really good. We are fed up with being suppressed by the Holy Church, and we want revenge.

Now I just want revenge.

There is a calmness and composure in my behavior. Whether I am walking or standing, I look so natural and elegant.

The hilt of the sword is made of a rare metal that is cold and inert.

I pulled out the long sword heavily, and the sword suddenly made a crisp sound, which seemed to tell of its sharpness and extraordinaryness.

Ling Xiao's revenge was too slow!

Madman Xiao didn't want to endure it anymore.

"It's Senior Sister Yelan!"

Ling Xiao looked at Kuangren Xiao and said: "He must be worried. Although you are not sure about protecting the Douzong warriors who are still there, as long as they are in Douzong City, you can ensure that their Douzong is destroyed! Don't say that the other party is just It’s the Central Continent Holy Church, even if people from the Northern Territory Holy Church come, it’s the same!”

In those days, you almost became Xiang Ya's personal bodyguard.

But on this day, Ling Xiao, who had left, actually returned to Douzong.

The scabbard is made of dark wood with simple cloud patterns carved on the surface, which is both beautiful and non-slip.

The sword was long and straight, flashing with cold light, as if it could cut through any obstacle.

My figure is as tall as a pine, wearing a white swordsman's attire with fluttering skirts, like an immortal from heaven.

But Zhang Kang and he were already friends.

"Ling Xiao, you were really stupid after that. You thought you could get peace by asking for compromise. From today on, your Douzong is a loyal ally of the Tyrant Empire. Whatever he wants to do, you will give him your full help!"

There is a long sword hanging on the waist, and the scabbard is inlaid with rough lines, exuding an extraordinary aura.

The key is that he is also a low hand with a sword.

Even Minoran almost died, and now he is still lying on the hospital bed, not waking up.

This time, if Xiang Ya hadn't taken action, he would have had to wait for Jiang Xianchu and Ye Lan to return before the battle could be completely resolved.

A violent aura rose into the sky.

Your long hair is fluttering in the wind, like ink like a waterfall, and it complements the light blue clothes, losing a bit of softness and agility.

Everything he said to everyone was filled with excitement.

A crisp male voice sounded.

But without the subsequent lessons, Douzong has not strictly prohibited the sect disciples from accepting challenges at will.

On the shoulders, a pair of shoulder pads are made of white leather with silver tassels on the edges, which not only protects the shoulders but also adds a touch of heroic aura.

Such a person who valued love and justice was actually killed.

"Bad tone, who is he?"

Madman Xiao's hair has turned white, but he has become more ruthless.

This also made Dou Zong's subordinate Xiao Nian's heart turn.

Ranked seventh among Douzong geniuses.

At the tip of the sword, a bit of cold light flickered, as if it could pierce through everything.

But in those few days, they were all killed.

She is wearing a well-tailored white outfit. The fabric looks special, but it has a tough sheen that seems to be able to resist all sharp things in the world.

In front of him, a figure walked out of the sect. Ling Zhengchen crossed over and landed under the city tower, looking down at the young swordsman.

The scabbard is inlaid with blue gems, which complements your clothes and makes it even more noble and elegant.

…

This is because Ye Lan is very weak.

…

The hem of the clothes fluttered heavily in the breeze, as elegant as a fairy ascending to earth.

Inside the Douzong Hall.

The long sword on my waist is even more eye-catching.

In the small hall of Douzong.

Yelan stands quietly under the tower, your figure is elegant and straight, like a blooming lotus, fresh and refined.

Eight days ago, a total of hundreds of human heads were hung under the gate of Douzong.

That shocked the entire Northern Xinjiang again!

This man's face is beautiful and refined, his eyebrows are like distant mountains, and his eyes are like autumn water, revealing a sense of hesitation and intelligence. The bridge of the nose is straight, the lips are as pink as cherry, and the slightly downward corners of the mouth reveal a kind of calmness and confidence. His eyes are extremely sharp.

Ye Jinghong stood next to Ling Xiao.

Without a bodyguard who is at the peak of Feitian Realm, at least he has to use the power of these guys in the magic needle space carefully.

My eyes are as deep as the night sky, shining with sharp light, as if I can see through all the hypocrisy and truth in the world. The nose bridge is low and the lip line is clear, giving people a strong but gentle feeling.

The Douzong disciples were angry.

"Could he come back? Now the Holy Church is madly hunting down your people inside. If Senior Sister Yelan doesn't have her own strength, it will be a huge loss to the sect."

Others, he was just angry.

He has a handsome face and a heroic spirit between his brows.

A rough silver belt is tied around your waist, which outlines your slender waist and makes your figure even more graceful.

"I was wrong! I was really wrong! I thought that by being obedient and listening to them, I could protect the disciples of the Fighting Sect, but I found that I was very stupid!"

The hem of his clothes floated in the wind, showing a bit of restraint and restraint.

At first Ling Xiao tried to persuade Ye Jinghong to do that, but he simply didn't bother to persuade her.

I didn’t leave because I wanted to bring trouble to Douzong. Is there no use leaving now?

"The Holy Church! The damn Holy Church! I, Kuangren Xiao, swear that I will never destroy the Holy Church, and I will never be a human being!"

You are wearing a light blue swordsman's outfit. The fabric is heavy and soft, but has lost its toughness.

Madman Xiao's hair turned gray overnight.

This outfit is as special as my temperament, both elegant and full of power.

And announced to the public: "I won't leave! I will use the dog heads of the Templar Warriors to commemorate the innocent people who died!"

"I never thought that senior sister would be back too!"