Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ou Luan, this talented disciple known as the top five in the Upper House, has already arrived at the stage of life and death. He sat in a corner of the ring with his eyes closed, as if he had some strange connection with heaven and earth.

There was a faint white aura surrounding him, which was the slow flow of his internal energy, demonstrating his profound cultivation.

Around Ou Luan, thousands of people from the Holy Son Society stood on top of the clouds.

They are all elite disciples in the Tianxiahui, and they are full of expectations and attention for this duel. They were talking a lot, speculating on the outcome of this duel, and at the same time cheering for Ou Luan.

In addition to the disciples of the Holy Son Society, countless spectators also came here. Some of them are disciples from the Upper House and Lower House, and some are martial arts enthusiasts who come from all over the country.

They were either standing on top of the clouds or sitting on distant peaks, all focused on the stage of life and death, looking forward to the start of this duel.

The four major lords also came. They stood on the high platform, their eyes deep and solemn. This duel is not only about the life and death of the two disciples, but also about the honor and dignity of Tianxiahui.

Therefore, they have to come and pay attention. They hope that this duel can show the style and strength of Tianxiahui disciples, and they also hope that this duel can become a good story in the history of Tianxiahui.

"Why hasn't that kid come yet? Did he forget about today's appointment?"

On the top of the mountain where the four major branches of the Tianxiahui are located, the atmosphere seems a bit tense and depressing. The four major courtyards represent the four forces in the Tianxiahui respectively. They each lead one side, but today, their eyes are focused on the young man who has not shown up for a long time - Ling Xiao.

Sanzhangyuan frowned slightly and looked up at the sky. The sunset had quietly set, and the sky was dyed a light orange-red.

He secretly calculated that nearly half an hour had passed since the duel time agreed with Ling Xiao and Ou Luan.

He couldn't help but start to worry, why hasn't Ling Xiao appeared yet? Could it be that something unexpected happened? Or have you really forgotten this important matchup today?

"Humph, it would be better if he didn't come." The Second Master said coldly, breaking the silence. A trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, "It means he is timid and is afraid of chaos in Europe. In this way, the big problem we are facing will be solved naturally."

His words were full of contempt and ridicule for Ling Xiao.

The four major academies actually did not want to see this bloody fight between Ling Xiao and Ou Luan.

They know very well that no matter who wins or loses in this duel, it will have a huge impact on the world.

If Ling Xiao loses, then his status in the Tianxiahui will plummet, and he may even lose his life; and if Ou Luan loses, then the forces behind him will also be severely damaged. Such a result would not be of any benefit to their Tianxiahui.

Therefore, they originally hoped that Ling Xiao would take the initiative to give up this duel, or at least postpone it to a more suitable time. However, now it seems that Ling Xiao has no such plan.

"What a pity, he's here!"

At this moment, the voice of the Grand Master suddenly sounded, breaking the silence. He pointed to the mountain road in the distance and saw a figure coming in a hurry.

"I'm sorry for keeping you all waiting for so long. I just came out of seclusion and almost forgot the time..." At this point, Ling Xiao straightened his slightly messy clothes and apologized to everyone waiting here with a smile.

His eyes finally fixed on Ou Luan standing on the stage of life and death, and he teased with a hint of joking: "You said you are serious, can't you find someone to remind me? I almost missed this anticipated event. A long duel.”

Ou Luan's face darkened slightly when he heard this, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes, as if in response to Ling Xiao's teasing.

He thought to himself: "I sent someone to remind you? You forgot the time yourself, how can you blame me?" But Ou Luan did not say these words, he knew that the verbal exchange at this moment would only aggravate the two of them. tension between.

He spoke coldly, without a trace of emotion in his voice: "Stop talking nonsense, now that you are here, let's go on stage. However, I remind you again, once you step on this life and death stage, it is life and death, and wealth is in heaven. No matter what the outcome is, whoever dies cannot blame the other party.”

When Ling Xiao heard this, a disdainful smile appeared on his lips. He strode onto the stage of life and death, looking directly at Ou Luan.

He said calmly: "Hurry up, people in your church will fall out faster than a book. Whether it's a life and death battle, if I kill you, they probably won't let me go easily. So, there's no point in saying this. Use it.”

There was a bit of contempt and ridicule in Ling Xiao's words, and it was obvious that he did not agree with the Holy Church's behavior.

When Ou Luan heard this, his face became even more gloomy, but he did not have an attack. He just stared at Ling Xiao coldly, as if he wanted to see through him.

The atmosphere between the two became tense instantly, and everyone watching around them also felt this tense atmosphere. They knew that this duel was not only about the life and death of the two people, but also an important contest between the two major forces.

The corners of Ou Luan's mouth twitched involuntarily, and his eyes flashed with unconcealable anger and shock.

He stared at Ling Xiao closely, and his voice was trembling and angry: "What a vulgar guy! Ou Jun and the others, the two brilliant geniuses of our clan, the elites who went to northern Xinjiang to train, were you actually the ones who killed them?"

Ling Xiao nodded slightly, and without too much excuse or cover-up, he admitted lightly: "Well, that's right."

Ling Xiao naturally knew what Ou Jun and the other person were doing. They acted recklessly in northern Xinjiang, relying on their talents and backgrounds to defile countless innocent women. It happened that these two fools approached Xiao Lianzhu and wanted to take advantage of Xiao Lianzhu, but they were killed by Xiao Lianzhu on the spot.

It can be said that this is a deserved crime and a deserved death!

However, Ling Xiao did not tell Ou Luan about this. He knew that once these things were told, Xiao Lianzhu would inevitably be involved in this dispute. He didn't want her to suffer any unnecessary trouble because of him.

"Just admit it!" Ou Luan's voice was full of coldness and hatred.

He stared at Ling Xiao angrily, as if there were flames burning in his eyes: "Do you think that by dominating the Northern Territory, you can do whatever you want and not take my church into consideration? I tell you, you are wrong! We The strength of the Holy Temple is far beyond your imagination. Today, you must pay the price!"

As soon as Ou Luan finished speaking, a powerful momentum burst out from him.

The air around him seemed to have solidified, giving people a feeling of depression and suffocation.

However, Ling Xiao didn't seem to feel the momentum. He still stood there and looked at Ou Luan calmly, as if all this was expected by him.