Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

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Ling Xiao's voice was like the cold wind in winter, both cold and clear. Every word seemed to carry a huge power, directly hitting the opponent's soul.

"Do you think your sword is strong? Then I will completely destroy your confidence today!" Ling Xiao's tone was full of disdain for his opponent's sword skills and confidence in his own strength.

In his eyes, there was both contempt for his opponent and anticipation for the upcoming battle. He seemed to have seen the scene where his opponent's confidence collapsed and he was defeated under his powerful offensive.

"Let's fight!" Ling Xiao's voice exploded in the air like thunder, making the air around him tremble. These two words are not only his provocation to his opponents, but also his confidence and pride in his own strength.

The sound fell and the changes occurred. An invisible force seemed to be injected into the air, making everything around it stand still. Even the gently swaying leaves stopped dancing under the pressure of this force.

"Let's fight!" Ling Xiao shouted loudly again. This time, his voice was like a bell, shaking the world, as if it was going to tear the entire space apart. There was an indescribable majesty and dominance in his voice, which made people involuntarily feel awe.

As Ling Xiao's voice fell, a powerful demonic intention suddenly swept out of his body. This demonic intention was like a violent torrent, rushing in all directions unstoppably.

Wherever the demonic intention passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind a series of dark cracks. This demonic intention is powerful and evil, making people fearful, but they can't help but want to explore the mystery behind it.

The demonic intention gradually condensed and turned into a terrifying shadow of the demon god. The shadow of the demon god was a hundred feet high, burly, wrapped in black demonic flames, and its eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if it could swallow everything.

It stands in the sky, covering the entire sky, like a supreme monarch, trampling everything in this world under its feet.

Under the oppression of this demon god's shadow, even the heaven and earth trembled, as if even this world would succumb to its feet.

Feeling Ling Xiao's terrifying fighting spirit spewing out like a volcano, the martial spirit in his body seemed to be awakened by this strong fighting spirit, and began to boil and roar in his blood, like a beast that had been trapped for a long time finally finally Breaking free from the restraints, he longed for a heart-warming battle.

The five dragon souls intertwined and entangled in his body, and finally merged into one, turning into a majestic and ferocious dragon, suspended above Ling Xiao's head.

This demonic dragon was wrapped with black demonic flames, and its eyes were like two cold stars in the abyss. It stared at the masked young man opposite, as if it wanted to devour the opponent's soul.

At the same time, the other two martial souls in Ling Xiao's body - the Bloodthirsty Blade Soul and the God-killing Sword Soul couldn't hold back any longer and burst out of the air one after another.

The bloodthirsty sword soul turned into a huge blood-colored magic sword, with scarlet blood flowing on the blade that seemed to corrode all things; while the God-killing sword soul condensed into a terrifying God-killing sword, and the sword body exuded a cold air. It seems like it can cut off all the shackles and restraints in the world.

The two martial spirits and the demon dragon were suspended around Ling Xiao, forming a heart-stopping array of martial spirits, pushing Ling Xiao's momentum to its peak.

Immediately, Ling Xiao's eyes became cold and firm. He looked at the masked young man opposite, and his voice was low and powerful: "This is your last chance. Come and fight!"

Every word struck the masked young man's heart like a heavy hammer, causing him to feel palpitations involuntarily. However, facing Ling Xiao's surging fighting spirit, the masked young man did not flinch, but looked back at Ling Xiao with the same firm gaze.

The moment the voice fell, Ling Xiao's right foot suddenly stamped the void. With this stamp, it seemed as if the entire space was shaking, and ripples visible to the naked eye appeared in the void. 【. 3. ],

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the void seemed to completely collapse at this moment, and endless darkness and chaos spread out from the broken void.

Ling Xiao, on the other hand, was like an eagle of darkness that had broken free of its restraints. His whole body turned into a black light and rushed towards his opponent with lightning speed.

His figure left a trail of afterimages in the void, moving at an astonishing speed, as if even time could not catch his traces.

In the air, after feeling Ling Xiao's terrifying demonic intent coming like a tidal wave, the masked young man not only showed no intention of flinching, but instead burst out laughing. The laughter was full of excitement and anticipation.

"Haha... interesting, so interesting! Apart from Hun Wuxu and Tianhun Saint, you are the third person who makes me feel such a strong threat. Come on, let's fight Let’s have a good time and see which one is stronger, your demonic will or my swordsmanship!”

His laughter echoed in the void, as if even the heaven and earth were infected by his heroic ambition.

As the laughter fell, he clenched the sword with both hands, and a cold light shone on the sword, like two silver dragons hovering in the air. He suddenly slashed down from the top of his head. This sword condensed all his strength and will, as if he wanted to split the entire world into two.

laugh!

Accompanied by a crisp sword cry, the world seemed to have been split apart by the sword. Above the sky, a huge hole suddenly appeared. The black crack in the void was like a huge mouth, swallowing up all the light and sound around it.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to have stopped, leaving only the crack that continued to expand, releasing a heart-stopping aura of destruction.

At this moment, Ling Xiao's attack swept in like a violent storm. His figure shuttled quickly in the air, like a black lightning, and every swing of the sword was accompanied by the surging demonic intent, as if to tear the entire space apart.

His eyes were full of determination and unyielding, which was a desire for victory and a challenge to his own limits.

At this moment, there was only one thought echoing in Ling Xiao's mind, that is - fight!

He wanted to use his sword and his demonic intent to conquer this opponent and prove his strength and value. In this life-and-death contest, he not only had to defeat his opponent, but also to overcome his inner fear and hesitation and become a true strong man.

Fight!

When this word became the only obsession in Ling Xiao's heart, he seemed to have forgotten all the troubles and constraints in the world, and truly transformed into a pure warrior, a fearless warrior.

His eyes flashed with a firm light, which was a desire for victory and a challenge to his own limits.

The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was waved in his hand, as if it had the power to split the sky. This sword condensed all his strength and will. Wherever the tip of the sword passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind dark cracks.