Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Although she felt the terrifying pressure from the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.

But Jiang Xiruo quickly stabilized her mind. She knew that this was her son Ling Xiao's trust and support for her, and she couldn't live up to this expectation.

So, Jiang Xiruo tightly grasped the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword and attacked Ji Tianyan again. This time, her attack became more fierce and swift, and each sword contained the power to destroy the world.

Ji Tianyan began to retreat under her attack and became extremely embarrassed. He showed an incredible expression on his face. He couldn't believe that he would be defeated by Jiang Xiruo. But the facts were in front of him, and he had to accept this cruel reality.

The sudden appearance of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was like a star in the dark night that suddenly became bright. The cold demonic energy and supreme pressure it exuded made everyone present involuntarily feel fearful. Even those powerful people who claimed to have a high level of cultivation had to restrain their contempt and cast awe-inspiring eyes.

Huang Hai and Huang Xiangu, a pair of siblings who are known for their wide knowledge, could not help but take a breath of cold air at this moment, their eyes full of disbelief.

Huang Hai even murmured to himself, with a bit of shock and amazement in his voice: "This boy actually hides such a terrible trump card. The power of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword is beyond imagination. Is this his real reliance?"

In this atmosphere of solemnity and amazement, Ji Tianyan's fate took a sharp turn for the worse. He originally thought that he could cope with any challenge with his own strength and wisdom, but at this moment, facing the fierce attack of Jiang Xiruo holding the Demon Lord Jiang Xiruo, I found that I was so vulnerable.

With a shrill scream that broke through the sky, the body of the Black Sky Sword was cut into two by the sword of the Demon Lord Jiang Xiruo, and blood splattered, dyeing the surrounding air red. That scene made everyone present change color, and no one expected that the battle would end in such a decisive way.

Ji Tianyan held the Demon Lord Qiang Langshao in his hand and stood on the battlefield. His eyes were indifferent and hesitant, as if nothing in the world could shake his determination.

I looked at Ji Tianyan. There was no hesitation in his turbid but hesitant eyes, only determination and indifference, which made me more afraid.

The air around me seemed to freeze, and time became Chengdu at that moment.

Then, another sword was slashed, and the other arm of the Black Sky Sword was not spared and was also chopped off to the ground. Ji Tianyan's voice was full of anger and grief: "That sword was for your poor son. I should have had a worrying childhood, but I suffered endless suffering because of him!"

Finally, Qiang Langshao hurriedly raised the long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword flashed cold light in the reflection of the setting sun, like the sickle of the god of death, announcing the coming of the end. You have no determination, no sympathy, only persistence in revenge and defense of your loved ones.

"That sword was for your father!"

However, in front of Qiang Langshao's extraordinary swordsmanship, our resistance seemed so pale and powerful. Wherever the sword passed, the magic weapon collapsed and the martial arts dissipated. In the end, Ji Bao and Ji Xiong fell like a kite with a broken string, completely losing their lives.

And Ji Tianyan, as if all that was just a trivial matter, did not stop at all. The spiritual power in his body surged, and the sword intent soared into the sky, turning into two extremely sharp sword beams, like lightning, cutting through the sky, pointing directly at the two remaining low-handed people in the Ji family - Ji Bao and Ji Xiong.

Ling Xiao caught it steadily, with a flash of surprise and gratitude in his eyes, and then quickly put the storage ring away, preparing for the follow-up.

At the front, the figure of the Black Sky Sword had become fragmented, like a broken branch and fallen leaves before being ravaged by the wind, except for the once arrogant head, which was left alone under the dust, looking dazzling.

"That sword was for your mother!"

After saying that, you swung your sword without mercy, and another sharp sword light cut through the air. One of Black Sky Sword's arms fell, and blood gushed out. Your voice was icy and resolute: "That sword was for your husband who died tragically!"

Black Sky Sword could vaguely feel that the hourglass of his life was draining away rapidly, and every grain of sand that fell was like a heavy hammer hitting my heart. I tried to persuade and beg with all my strength, but everything seemed so powerful and so futile.

You looked at Qiang Langshao's broken body warmly, and said word by word: "Black Sky Sword, when he designed to frame your family, did he ever think that he would not be on the stage like today?"

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The two little low-hands saw this, their faces changed slightly, and they all sacrificed their own magic weapons and martial arts to try to resist the fatal blow.

Then, Qiang Langshao's movements were swift and decisive. His figure flashed, and he appeared beside the Black Sky Sword like a ghost. With a heavy hook of his fingertips, he accurately took off the storage ring inlaid with strange runes under the Black Sky Sword's finger, and threw it to Ling Xiao who was nearby without any determination.

Fear was like an ice-hot snake, entwining my heart and almost suffocating me. At this moment, I was no longer the humble and arrogant head of the Ji family, but a humble soul eager to survive.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and an indescribable tragic feeling. Ji Tianyan stood quietly in place, looking at everything, with a simple emotion flashing in his eyes, but it was slowly replaced by Chengdu.

As a sharp sword light cut through the sky, the head of the Black Sky Sword drew a sad and beautiful arc in the air, and then exploded, blood and brains splattered, and finally returned to dust, a generation of weak people, fell.

My face was distorted, my skin had lost its former luster, and looked pale and withered. What flashed in my eyes was only fear, not the deep despair of the impending death of life. Tears flowed up my cheeks and dripped into the dry land, and were instantly absorbed, as if even the earth was willing to bear that sorrow.

As your words fell, the sword light flashed continuously, and each swing of the sword was accompanied by the separation of a part of the Black Sky Sword. You kept telling your hatred and sorrow, and each sword was like a vent for the anger and sorrow that had been accumulated in your heart for a long time.

There was a hint of begging and threat in the tone of the Black Sky Sword, which was my last struggle in despair.

My lips trembled, my voice was strong and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of my throat with difficulty: "Yes... I want to... kill you. If he... if he really does it, he will not be able to bear the wrath of your ancestor. He should know how great I am. I was able to force the Jiang family to make concessions in the past because of my power alone. That power is enough to make the entire Demon Suppression Mansion tremble."