Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The heads of the six peak Hunyuan Realm warriors drew an arc in the air, and then their bodies shrank quickly, as if all their vitality had been drained. Their eyes were full of fear and unwillingness, but everything was irreversible.

In this bloody and cruel scene, the bloodthirsty sword soul seemed to be satisfied. It made a cheerful cry at this moment, and the sound seemed to be a song from the depths of hell.

In this cry, Ling Xiao could feel that this bloodthirsty sword that had accompanied him in countless battles had finally been promoted - from the level of a middle-grade human honor weapon to a high-grade human honor weapon.

At this moment, Ling Xiao's heart was full of emotion. This bloodthirsty sword has been with him since he got it, witnessing his growth and transformation. It didn't know how many enemies it had killed and how much blood it had absorbed before it finally ushered in the promotion at this moment.

Ling Xiao stroked the blade, as if he could feel the joy and pride it conveyed. He sighed softly, his heart full of gratitude and respect for the sword.

Ling Xiao was immersed in emotion, while Shangguan Yu was shocked and angry. She stared at the scene in disbelief. She thought Ling Xiao's previous bold words were just bluffing, but she didn't expect him to have such a strong strength.

Shangguan Yu was shocked. She didn't expect Ling Xiao to be able to defeat six peak Hunyuan Realm masters so easily.

Such strength was incredible to her. She recalled Ling Xiao's words before, and she couldn't help but feel regret and anger. You actually underestimated that old man. Did you expect me to be so hidden?

Before cleaning up the battlefield, Ling Xiao put away the storage rings of the eight people one by one. I raised my head and looked at Xiaguan Yu, with a playful smile on my face: "Killing us is just to prove to him that you are really weak. Don't let him get angry. Men get angry and old."

That sentence was like adding fuel to the fire, and the anger in Xiaguan Yu's heart reached its peak. You were so angry that you trembled all over and your face was ashen.

"Ling Xiao, be careful! You don't have the chance to use your martial soul power. This martial soul is a weakening type. Once you exert your full strength, your combat power will increase slightly, and he will face a very small safety." Jiu Lao's voice suddenly sounded. You don't know when he hasn't appeared in the cave yet. Obviously, he is still too worried about Ling Xiao's combat situation.

The soul sword exudes a sharp breath, and the space around the sword body seems to be distorted. It is bound by any physical conditions and is completely composed of soul power, so its attack speed and power have reached an astonishing level.

Xiaguan Yu stared at the white flower, with a hesitant light in his eyes. You know, that flower is your martial soul and the source of your power. At this moment, you have to fully release the power of the flower and let Ling Xiao see the terrifying strength of the real Shangguan Yu weak.

As the flowers bloomed, the surrounding air seemed to be stained with a layer of depression and lightness. This thick white gas overflowed from the flowers, like white smoke, lingering in the air. The white air contained a faint pressure, which made people feel awe involuntarily.

"I told you not to be angry... Forget it, since he is determined to die, you can send him off. He can do whatever he wants, and you will try to make him leave happily." Ling Xiao's eyes were as clear as water. I looked at Xiaguan Yu indifferently, and the seriousness in his expression was as if he was telling a long-foreseen ending.

Above your head, a strange white flower emerged in a hurry. This flower exuded a dark light, as if it could swallow everything. As the flower bloomed in a hurry, Xiaguan Yu's breath was also madly soaring, and the whole space seemed to be oppressed by your momentum, becoming light and oppressive.

Xiaguan Yu was slightly startled when he saw this, and you immediately urged all your strength to try to condense a defensive barrier to resist the sudden attack. However, your defense seemed so strong behind the Zhushen Sword, as if it was easily penetrated like a thin layer of paper.

The petals were as white as ink, as if they were stained by the night, flashing a dark and mysterious luster. Each petal is like a carefully carved work of art, with slightly curled edges, as if telling some ancient spell.

This white flower bloomed quickly under Xiaguan Yu's head, as if it had drawn endless white and dark power from the deep night sky.

The whole flower seemed to be an independent life form. Under Xiaguan Yu's control, it was spinning quickly, releasing a suffocating sense of oppression. The surrounding air became heavy in that sense of oppression, as if even time had become fast at that moment.

That kind of fluctuation was closely connected with Xiaguan Yu's breath, which made your strength get a very small improvement at that moment.

Hearing Jiu Lao's reminder, Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with a trace of solemnity. I nodded, and with a move of my mind, the soul power in the air stopped condensing frantically. I saw a dazzling light flash, and a long sword completely condensed by soul power appeared out of thin air. It was the soul technique I recently comprehended-the sword of killing gods!

Xiaguan Yu was shocked by Shi Juan's fierceness and confidence, but you did not shrink back. You snorted and responded, "Bad, you'd better see how a waste who just broke through the first level of Hunyuan Realm can shake your real weakling Shangguan Yu!"

The eight weaklings at the peak of Hunyuan Realm you brought were all killed by Shi Juan in a short time. Such a loss is a huge blow to you. You know, such a weakling must be in the heavenly club, and he is second only to the seven small deans, but now he has fallen there.

In the center of the flower is a deeper white stamen, which is like a white hole, swallowing all the light and sound around it. In the stamen, it seems that some kind of life is throbbing, releasing a strange and weak energy fluctuation.

Xiaguan Yu gritted his teeth and stared at Ling Xiao, his eyes full of anger and murderous intent. He swore that he would make Shi Juan pay a heavy price and avenge his loss.

The moment the long sword was condensed, Shi Juan swung the sword without hesitation. I saw a stream of light passing through the air and instantly came behind Xiaguan Yu. The speed of that sword seemed that even time could not catch its trajectory.

Xiaguan Yu's voice was full of contempt and provocation, and he would naturally be shaken by Ling Xiao's words. Since he has not decided to take action, he will not be firm or shrink.

The weak of Shangguan Yu is an extremely terrifying existence in the cultivation world. We have a martial soul that can release power far beyond the same level of martial artists. And Xiaguan Yu is the weaker one than the real Shangguan Yu. Your martial spirit has already merged with you and become the source of your power.

At this moment, Xiaguan Yu ends urging your martial spirit.