Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Although the power of the violent wind blade formation was not great, it was only equivalent to a blow at the peak of the Hunyuan realm, but in Ling Xiao's view, this was enough.

He knew clearly that although the group of people opposite was large in number, there were only three people who could really match him - those three strong men who had reached the martial spirit realm. The rest of them are just Hunyuan realm warriors, and their strength is far from being comparable to his.

Ling Xiao calculated in his mind that once the violent wind blade formation was released, those Hunyuan realm warriors would be wiped out instantly.

Among the remaining three martial spirit realm experts, Jiang Zhunian has been seriously injured and his strength has been greatly reduced. Although the other two can barely block the attack of the violent wind and chaos blade formation, their concentration and vigilance will be greatly reduced as a result.

With the decision made in his heart, the holy pattern artifact in Ling Xiao's hand immediately released its powerful power.

The next moment, an ancient and mysterious aura filled the air, and a huge array of holy patterns slowly emerged on the ground, emitting a dazzling light, like the scorching sun in the sky, making it impossible to look directly at it.

The moment the violent wind blade array was released, the entire battlefield seemed to be plunged into chaos and confusion.

The sky was shrouded in an extremely dazzling light, which was like the blazing sun coming suddenly, stinging people's eyes.

In the center of this light, a huge array of sacred patterns slowly emerged. Its patterns were complex and mysterious, as if it contained some ancient and powerful power.

As the holy pattern array was fully deployed, a strong energy wave was emitted from the array. This wave quickly spread to the entire battlefield, making the surrounding air tremble.

Those sharp blades danced wildly in the strong wind, like giant scissors, cutting everything around them mercilessly.

Everyone's eyes turned to Ling Xiao, and I replied with an expression on my face, as if everything was under my control. Here, Jiang Zhunian's body lay quietly in a pool of blood, and his narrow eyes seemed to be telling me of joy and regret.

These wind-sharp blades pour down like a torrential rain, mercilessly cutting into our bodies and "decapitating us" alive. Every sharp blade is like a messenger from hell, carrying the aura of death, making people terrified.

What's even more surprising is that this strong wind is not just a returning storm. In the fierce wind, sharp blades appeared out of thin air. They were as sharp as substance and shone with cold light.

"puff!"

My heart is full of anger and willingness, but I am more vague. At this moment, I have not run out of options.

Our bodies were cut to pieces by the sharp blades of the wind, and blood splattered everywhere. The scene was shocking.

"But... it is obviously the big brother Ling Xiao who caused the trouble. Why should you let the entire heaven be responsible for me? That is simply ridiculous and completely unreasonable!"

My voice was full of fear and despair, but the Seven Little Palms did not act immediately as I wished. Although the Qizhangyuan wanted to take action, the Xiaozhangyuan stopped me.

My death is very similar to Xiaguan Yu's death. Both of them lost their lives when they were young, and both died very willingly.

Only me and the two deputy commanders of the Secret Guard were left struggling to hold on. Although we are all weaklings in the martial soul realm, we still seem to be able to do our best behind the fierce wind and chaotic blade formation.

The strong wind roared, raging under the battlefield, throwing up waves of sand, dust and gravel. The sand, dust and gravel rotated rapidly in the strong wind, forming huge whirlwinds. Those whirlwinds were like giant dragons tumbling in the air, making deafening roars.

Xiaozhangyuan took a deep look at Jiang Zhunian, and then said calmly: "Even if he saves me, what can he do? Before I go back, I will still miss you, and the Jiang family will still come to see you in heaven." Trouble."

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Screams came and went, echoing in the empty battlefield. The secret guards of the Jiang family brought by Jiang Zhunian looked so strong behind the fierce wind and chaotic blade formation, as if the autumn wind swept away fallen leaves, and more than a dozen of them were killed in an instant.

Those secret guards of the Jiang family, who are usually majestic and formidable beings on the outside, are now in this situation, which is really disappointing.

At this moment, Ling Xiao did not give us any chance to breathe. My eyes were hot, and I swung the weapon in my hand, releasing the bloodthirsty sword intent and the god-killing sword intent at the same time.

On the battlefield at this moment, although the two deputy commanders of the Jiang family's secret guards suffered heavy losses from Liu Xian's soul technique, our vitality is still tenuous. After all, as the elites secretly cultivated by the Jiang family, we are all at a high level of cultivation, and we are by no means people who cannot be put to death in a difficult situation.

Immediately afterwards, a violent wind suddenly rose, and the wind was so violent that it seemed to be able to tear the heaven and the earth apart.

The two weak forces instantly condensed into a tangible sword energy, roaring towards the two deputy commanders of the secret guards.

"ah--"

So, I hurriedly shouted: "What are they still doing? Stop me! If you die outside, the Jiang family will let them go!"

Although our defensive treasures can temporarily withstand the attack of the sharp wind blade, there are no cracks in the endless cuts.

"puff!"

Qizhangyuan's voice was full of anger and solution. I clenched my fists as if I wanted to vent that anger.

"He takes it? How can he take it?" Qizhangyuan roared angrily. I can't understand where Ling Xiao's confidence comes from. In my opinion, Ling Xiao is just a young man, how can he afford the crisis that Tiantian will face because of this matter?

Jiang Zhunian, the once powerful and awe-inspiring weakling in the spirit realm, actually died in that big place in the southern region. It was something I could never imagine after I was born. I call myself a weakling, but I never expected to end up like this.

Jiang Zhunian looked at all that in horror. My face was as pale as paper, and my eyes were full of despair. These secret guards I brought with me were originally the most trusted forces, but now they are so vulnerable in the wild wind and chaotic blade formation.

Jiang Zhunian looked at that scene, and his heart was extremely anxious. I knew that my situation at the moment was not very safe. If I was killed by Ling Xiao, the Jiang family would definitely let the Tianshang Club go.

At that time, Liu Xian's voice sounded warmly and hesitantly: "Seventh Dean, please worry. You will bear the consequences of that matter." My words revealed a kind of unquestionable determination.

Two muffled sounds sounded almost at the same time, and the defensive treasures of the two deputy commanders of the secret guards seemed so strong behind the sword energy. They only resisted for a moment, and the sword energy pierced their souls.

However, the problem is that although we are still alive, before we were injured, our bodies have not completely lost the ability to resist the wind and blade array.

"What the hell is that!"

"Jog, do you want to die!"

The seven small deans stood nearby and witnessed the scene. We looked at the debris and body parts on the ground, and we couldn't help but take a breath of cold air in our hearts.