Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"You talk too much nonsense!" Ling Xiao's voice was cold and resolute, without any emotion. As his words fell, the sword of the God-killing seemed to respond to his will and suddenly pierced into the old man's soul.

The old man felt a sharp pain, as if his soul was torn apart. He opened his mouth, but could no longer make any sound. He could only watch his vitality quickly slip away.

At the same time, Ling Xiao's right hand tightly grasped the bloodthirsty knife and swung it down without any hesitation.

The knife flashed, like lightning piercing the night sky, and instantly cut the old man's neck. The sharp blade easily penetrated the old man's skin, muscles, and even bones, and blood gushed out, dyeing the surrounding air red.

All this happened so quickly that the old man didn't even have time to react.

His eyes were full of unwillingness and despair, but more of it was helplessness about the disappearance of life. In this way, a former Tianhe Realm strongman, because of underestimating the enemy and talking too much, finally died in Ling Xiao's hands.

In fact, in terms of real strength, the old man is indeed stronger than Ling Xiao. But fighting is not only a contest of strength, but also a contest of wisdom, will and mentality.

The old man looked down on Ling Xiao from the beginning, underestimated his potential and determination, and talked a lot of nonsense, which eventually led to his own failure.

Ling Xiao, on the other hand, proved his strength with his calmness, decisiveness and strong strength, and also showed those who were peeping around what a real strong man is.

"This shitty place, let me destroy it!" Ling Xiao's roar echoed in the empty valley, and every word contained endless anger and determination.

In his eyes, the killing intent surged like a tide, without the slightest hesitation and mercy, just because the name that made him heartbroken-Xiao Lianzhu, closed his eyes forever here. This grief turned into the most fierce power of the weapon in his hand.

The bloodthirsty knife and the sword of the god-killing sword seemed to have life in his hands. They danced wildly and intertwined, and every swing was accompanied by a scream of tearing the air and a roar of shaking the ground.

"Boom boom boom..." The terrifying sound was endless, as if it was the most violent music between heaven and earth, and Huangquan Bulao Mountain, this once majestic and inviolable holy place, was now like a candle in the wind, crumbling, and every place echoed with the sound of wailing and collapse.

Ling Xiao's figure was like a ghost, shuttling between the ruins, his steps were firm and resolute, and every step crushed the past peace and tranquility.

A moment later, he had penetrated into the core of the small world and came to the secret place where the Huangquan Bulao Mountain sect was located.

There, a huge and ancient building was hidden in the embrace of the mountains, looking both solemn and mysterious, but at this moment, in Ling Xiao's eyes, it was just a ruin that was about to turn into ashes.

His eyes were as red as blood, which was the ultimate expression of anger and grief. Without any hesitation, he raised his hand and slashed, and wherever the blade passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, releasing destructive power.

This knife was not only a declaration of war against Huangquan Bulao Mountain, but also a vent and memorial for Xiao Lianzhu's lost life.

"You bastard, you are too presumptuous!" At this moment, a thunderous roar came from the depths of the mountains, carrying endless anger and majesty.

Then, a huge bone hand suddenly emerged from the ground, with a dark green light wrapped around it, as if it contained the power of the netherworld, and slapped Ling Xiao fiercely.

This blow was enough to scare any strong man of the same realm, but Ling Xiao just sneered, with a stronger fighting spirit in his eyes. He knew that the real battle had just begun.

Boom!

This loud noise, like thunder in the sky, shook the entire valley and made the air around it tremble.

The bone hand and Ling Xiao's unparalleled sword light collided violently in the air, and the energy fluctuations bursting out between the two seemed to tear the space apart.

Surprisingly, these two powerful forces were annihilated at the same time at the moment of confrontation, leaving only circles of visible ripples slowly spreading in the air.

"Roar..."

Then, a terrifying and shrill roar came from the depths of the mountains. The sound was full of unwillingness and anger, which made people uneasy.

As the roar approached, a huge figure slowly stepped into the sight of everyone - it was a white-bone giant that was dozens of meters tall, and its skeleton emitted a faint phosphorescence, which looked particularly eerie and terrifying.

However, what was striking was that one of the giant's arms had become incomplete, which was obviously the result of the confrontation with Ling Xiao just now.

On the shoulder of the white-bone giant, a man in a black robe stood steadily. He was tall and straight, and his black robe swayed gently in the breeze, but his face was extremely ferocious, and his eyes flashed with deep hatred for Ling Xiao.

His eyes were like a sharp blade, piercing Ling Xiao directly, as if to completely penetrate the other party's mind.

"You dare to hurt my baby, you're looking for death!"

The black-robed man's words were full of murderous intent, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from his teeth, with unquestionable determination.

Obviously, this white-bone giant was a puppet he carefully cultivated. Not only was it powerful, but it also carried his desire and pursuit for power.

Now, this puppet was cut off one arm by Ling Xiao. Although it can be reborn, the time and resources required are by no means small. This is undoubtedly an unacceptable loss for the black-robed man.

At this moment, the black-robed man's heart was filled with anger and unwillingness. He knew that the grudge between him and Ling Xiao could not be resolved. Only by fighting with his life could he avenge his previous shame.

Ling Xiao, on the other hand, stood quietly on the spot with cold eyes, as if he had no fear of the upcoming battle. The confrontation between the two filled the entire valley with a tense and depressing atmosphere, as if even the air had frozen.

However, Ling Xiao was overwhelmed by the provocation and intimidation of the black-robed man.

He threatened without giving the slightest response, his eyes revealed an unquestionable firmness and indifference.

In his opinion, the realm of this black-robed man, even at the third level of Tianhe Realm, was only similar to that of the previous opponent who easily fell to his sword, and was not something to be feared at all.

Ling Xiao knew that his current strength was no longer what it used to be, and he was enough to compete head-on with such powerful men, so he naturally had no fear in his heart.

As Ling Xiao's mind moved, Daluotian Demon Shadow's unpredictable movement and martial arts skills were instantly displayed.

I saw his figure flashing like a ghost, and there seemed to be countless afterimages intertwined in the air. In fact, he transformed into hundreds of clones at an astonishing speed. These clones had different shapes, but they all exuded the same spirit as Ling Xiao's original body. With the same powerful aura, they were like dark clouds pressing down on the top of the sky, and they all attacked the man in black robe, covering the sky with darkness. .