Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

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When Zhao Heng heard this, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, with an unyielding light shining in his eyes:

"Okay, since they want a settlement so much, then we will make it happen for them! Over the years, this kind of neither light nor serious battle has been really uncomfortable. This time, let us come to a complete end and see. Who is the real master here!"

His tone was full of determination and confidence, as if he was ready to face any challenge.

As he spoke, he paused slightly, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, and then said slowly:

"The other warriors in Zhenhun Palace, those with evil intentions, are still plotting against that boy. These people are determined not to give up. What's worse is that the news I got shows that they have already cooperated with the Soul Clan. They are secretly joining forces to deal with us."

When Wang Zhenshou heard this, his face remained as calm as water, but a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said quietly: "Is there anyone else peeping around?" Although his voice was soft, it seemed to contain great power. Instilling awe.

Zhao Heng nodded, with the same serious look on his face: "Yes, there are always some daring people. We killed a group of them last time, but these people didn't seem to be afraid, and instead became more rampant." There was something in his tone. Helpless and angry, he was obviously troubled by these unrelenting enemies.

"Then kill them again!" Wang Zhengshou's tone was cold and decisive, without any hesitation, "Anyone who dares to covet our stronghold is definitely not a good person. There is no need to be merciful, just eradicate them!" His eyes were filled with emotion. He showed unquestionable determination, as if he had prepared for the worst.

"Yes!" Zhao Heng nodded slightly, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and then quietly retreated, preparing to carry out Wang Zhenshou's order.

Next, the atmosphere around the stronghold became more tense and oppressive. From time to time, there would be bursts of rapid and tragic screams, which were made by the enemies trying to sneak into the stronghold.

However, these cries are always fleeting, as if they are swallowed up instantly by some invisible force, leaving only a dead silence.

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After a night of deep and focused practice, Ling Xiao slowly opened his closed eyes, his eyes shining with unprecedented light.

He took a deep breath, feeling the power surging in his body, and couldn't help but feel an indescribable joy in his heart. From this night's practice, he gained more than he expected.

Combat experience, a precious asset honed on the edge of life and death countless times, is still growing even after he has experienced several reincarnations and reached an extremely high level.

He knows that there is no limit to combat experience. Every confrontation with the enemy and every new opponent will bring him new revelations and make him understand the battle more deeply.

A confident smile appeared on Ling Xiao's lips. He believed that he could continue to improve and surpass himself in every battle.

This endless pursuit of fighting is the fundamental reason why he is able to gain a foothold in this world filled with strong men.

In addition to the improvement in combat experience, Ling Xiao also learned another unprecedented way to use martial arts from the mysterious masked young man. 【． 3. ],

The martial spirit of the masked young man is a strange stand-in doll that can store life force for consumption, thereby protecting the body from harm at critical moments. This unique way of using martial arts opened Ling Xiao's eyes and made him think deeply.

He stared out the window at the rising sun, feeling a surge of excitement in his heart. He thought that since the masked young man could do this, he, Ling Xiao, must be able to do it too.

Although his martial spirit is different from that of the masked young man, it also contains endless possibilities. As long as he can find the right method, he will be able to exert the maximum power of his martial spirit to protect himself and those around him.

However, what he can store is not life, but elements - this is Ling Xiao's unique talent, and it is also the magic of his Five Elements Dragon Soul.

His Five Elements Dragon Soul seems to be an endless treasure, able to absorb and store the five elements: gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. These elements can be consumed by him during battle. Although they cannot be used directly to restore injuries, their role in battle is immeasurable.

They can greatly reduce Ling Xiao's energy consumption, allowing him to maintain sufficient physical strength and energy during long battles. What's more, these stored elements can be released in an instant, forming a destructive force that is enough to frighten any opponent.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with excitement. He knew very well that this ability was the basis for his ability to gain a foothold in a world filled with powerful people. So, he couldn't wait to leave the stronghold, came to the open wilderness, and began to frantically absorb the surrounding five elements.

He stood in a dense forest, feeling the breath of nature.

The element of gold shimmers on the sunlit leaves, the element of wood flows in the veins of the trees, the element of water gurgling in the creeks, the element of fire burns in the distant crater, and the element of earth is rooted deep in the earth. among.

Ling Xiao took a deep breath, as if to absorb it all into his body. His Five Elements Dragon Soul is like a huge whirlpool, constantly devouring the surrounding elements and transforming them into his own power.

With the continuous influx of elements, Ling Xiao felt that his power was constantly increasing. He seemed to be one with the earth and felt the pulse of nature.

He knew that such training was crucial for him, because it would ensure that he would not be so easily exhausted in the next battle.

However, just as he absorbed a large amount of the five elements and was about to return to the base, a gentle and familiar voice suddenly came from the magic needle space: "Brother Ling!"

This was Xiao Lianzhu's voice, and she seemed to come from a distant place, with a hint of worry and expectation.

Since rescuing Xiao Lianzhu from that dark abyss, her world seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, and she fell into a coma for a long time.

Ling Xiao was always concerned about her in his heart. For countless days and nights, he stayed by her side, looking forward to a miracle.

Now, when Xiao Lianzhu's eyelashes trembled slightly and her bright eyes opened again, Ling Xiao was overwhelmed by great joy for a while, and his heart was filled with unspeakable excitement.

He almost couldn't wait to rush into the magic needle space, which was a secret place shared by him and Xiao Lianzhu, a place full of miracles and warmth.

In the space, soft light shines in every corner, covering the space with a mysterious and warm veil.