Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

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Then, Ling Xiao's sword and knife, like two lightning bolts, cut through the sky and instantly arrived in front of the masked young man. The two magic weapons flashed with dazzling light, as if they were going to swallow up the whole world.

The masked young man frowned slightly, with a strong shock in his eyes, but more of a new understanding of Ling Xiao's strength.

However, he was not afraid, but instead strengthened his determination. He knew that this battle had just begun and the real contest was still to come.

Boom!

However, just when everyone thought that Ling Xiao's attack was about to hit, the masked young man disappeared from the spot like a ghost. His figure flashed in the void and avoided all of Ling Xiao's attacks. The speed was so fast that it was unbelievable.

The masked young man reappeared opposite Ling Xiao, and his eyes became solemn, completely different from the ease at the beginning. He took a deep breath, as if to concentrate all his strength at this moment.

He knew that the next battle would be more difficult and more cruel. But he also understood that only by defeating Ling Xiao could he win this battle and get everything he wanted.

He was about to speak, but before he could say anything, an ominous atmosphere suddenly filled the air. His brows frowned involuntarily, as if he had sensed the impending crisis. Almost instinctively, he turned his body to the side, trying to avoid the sudden attack with his agility.

However, although his reaction was fast enough, the cold light still shot out from behind him like a ghost, piercing through his clothes and piercing his flesh and blood.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, his heartbeat accelerated, and cold sweat dripped down, just because the cold light was just a little bit away from piercing his precious heart.

Even a powerful warrior like him who has entered the Tianhe realm still cannot get rid of the essence of life - the heart.

Once the heart is damaged, even if the cultivation is heavenly, it is difficult to save the passing of life. He could clearly feel that the cold chill was spreading in his body, as if it was going to devour his vitality bit by bit.

Under the mask, the young man's eyes instantly became fierce and sharp, as if he wanted to kill Ling Xiao with this vicious look.

Surprisingly, the wounds on his body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he had never been hurt.

However, this did not mean that he was not hurt, nor did it mean that he was not angry. On the contrary, at this moment, he was extremely angry.

Since he entered the martial arts world, he has experienced countless storms and has never been so embarrassed. Today, he was injured twice in a row in such a short period of time, which is undoubtedly a great shame for him.

He knew that once such news came out, it would cause immeasurable damage to his reputation. He could not tolerate such a thing happening, let alone become a laughing stock of others.

Not far away, the faces of the two Rakshasa demons were as if covered with a thick haze, which was extremely ugly. Their eyes were filled with shock and confusion, as if they had witnessed a battle that overturned their cognition.

They knew that the masked youth was very powerful, and his moves were often elusive and powerful. However, Ling Xiao, a seemingly ordinary youth, was able to gain the upper hand in the battle with the masked youth, which was undoubtedly a huge shock to their cognition.

Although they also realized that the masked youth did not give his all and seemed to have a more terrifying trump card hidden, the strength shown by Ling Xiao still made them feel unbelievable and even somewhat unacceptable. [. 3. ],

Their eyes were fixed on Ling Xiao and the masked youth, and every subtle movement touched their heartstrings. The tension and anxiety condensed into indescribable wrinkles between their brows.

Similarly, outside the dense forest, Hua Shan and others also had solemn faces, as if shrouded by dark clouds. From time to time, their eyes looked into the depths of the dense forest, where a thrilling contest was taking place.

Although Ling Xiao cleverly avoided the soul-shattering attack of the ghost banner with his extraordinary agility and wisdom, the masked youth's strength still made them afraid.

They witnessed the moment when the masked youth was pierced by the sharp blade, and thought that this would be the beginning of his defeat. However, shockingly, the wound healed in an instant, as if it had never existed.

Such a recovery ability is simply like a demon, which makes people wonder, how can such a person be killed?

This unsolvable strength filled Hua Shan and others with despair and helplessness.

They knew that the masked youth's current state was almost equivalent to being invincible. Such an opponent was undoubtedly the only terrifying existence they had ever seen in their lives.

For a time, inside and outside the dense forest, whether it was the Rakshasa Twin Demons or Hua Shan and others, they all fell into unprecedented difficulties and confusion.

Ling Xiao's face was still as calm as water, without the slightest ripple. His eyes were firm, revealing an indomitable light, because he never believed that there was such a thing as immortality in this world.

In his opinion, any seemingly incredible phenomenon must have some explainable reasons behind it.

The rapid healing of the masked youth's wound undoubtedly followed some unknown law. As long as one can see through its essence, one will definitely be able to find a way to crack it.

He stared at the masked youth, as if silently declaring his determination. The masked youth, under this gaze, slowly turned his gaze to Ling Xiao.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which showed both recognition of Ling Xiao's strength and expectation of his own real strength.

"It seems that we have to do something serious, otherwise we will really capsize in the gutter today!" The voice of the masked youth was low and powerful, and every word seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, with unquestionable firmness.

As the words fell, he gently waved his hand, and the ghost flag that was originally quietly suspended in the air suddenly seemed to be given life and began to tremble violently.

Then, from the depths of the ghost flag, wisps of black flames were spewed out.

These flames are completely different from ordinary flames. They exude an indescribable cold breath, as if they were the breath of death brought from the underworld.

The moment the black flames appeared, the surrounding vegetation seemed to have suffered a catastrophe. They were quickly frozen, and then turned into ashes under the flames, losing all vitality.

The horrific scene made people gasp.