Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

After the sword-wielding man stopped, he panted slightly, his eyes were like knives, and he stared at Ling Xiao who was not far in front of him. His expression was extremely cold, as if he wanted to freeze the other party completely on the battlefield.

"Boy, are you using me as a sparring partner?" His voice was low and threatening, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Ling Xiao heard this, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His eyes were clear and deep, as if he could see through everything in the world.

He gently shook the long sword in his hand, and the blood on the blade splashed out, like a blooming red flower.

"Sparring partner?" He shook his head slightly, with a hint of teasing in his tone: "You are not qualified yet. To be more precise, I just want to see what I can learn from you, the so-called 'master'.

It's a pity that after fighting for a long time, you don't seem to have any special skills or insights. Otherwise, let's end it here, it's just a waste of time."

After saying that, Ling Xiao gently patted the dust off his body, as if the fierce battle just now was just a trivial matter to him. His eyes were full of confidence and calmness, as if everything was under control.

"Rampant!"

The sword-wielding man's face suddenly became extremely ferocious, his eyes seemed to be burning with rage, staring closely at Ling Xiao in front of him. His breathing became rapid and heavy, his chest rose and fell violently, and he was obviously extremely angry at Ling Xiao's words.

The moment the voice fell, the long sword in his hand suddenly trembled violently, and the sword body flashed with dazzling cold light, as if it contained some terrible power that was about to burst out. The tip of the sword drew graceful arcs in the air, accompanied by a low sword chant, which made people feel cold.

Ling Xiao stood there, his feet firmly rooted in the ground, allowing the other party to accumulate strength. There was a faint smile on his face, and his eyes were full of teasing and confidence. He slowly spoke, his voice calm and firm: "I hope your last attack will not disappoint me, otherwise, I will really waste so much time."

The sword-wielding man heard this, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen the tragic situation of Ling Xiao's defeat.

"I won't let you wait in vain, because you will die soon." His voice was low and hoarse, full of determination and murderous intent.

Then, the sword-wielding man suddenly glared, and his body seemed to be driven by some mysterious power and began to spin wildly. His speed was getting faster and faster, almost forming a whirlwind that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, stirring up the surrounding air.

The next moment, the tornado rolled towards Ling Xiao like a wild horse.

The figure of the sword-wielding man and the long sword have completely merged into one, and the sword light and the figure complement each other, forming a terrifying attack that makes people's heart palpitate. He seemed to have turned into an indestructible sword, vowing to completely kill Ling Xiao here.

However, seeing this scene, Ling Xiao's eyes did not flash a trace of panic or fear, but shook his head gently, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"Your move is really powerful, the sword is like a tornado, a violent storm, but after all, it is just an ordinary attack. It is not a big threat to me. So, let's end this boring battle."

Before the voice fell, Ling Xiao's figure suddenly moved, like a ghost, so fast that it was dazzling. The long sword in his hand drew a brilliant trajectory in the air, as if it split the space into two.

This knife is more terrifying than any previous attack. It is not only the release of power, but also the perfect fusion of artistic conception and skills.

The sword light was like a dragon, with an unmatched power, tearing all obstacles in front of it in an instant, even the madly rolling tornado was split in half by this sword, like a piece of cloth torn by the wind, instantly losing its original power.

Bang!

With a dull bang, the body of the sword-wielding man fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string. A deep crack appeared on his chest, and the whole person was split in two. Blood gushed out like a spring, dyeing the surrounding land red.

He didn't have the magical ability of a soul to survive a fatal blow. In this case, he was already dead and couldn't die anymore. The fire of life was extinguished in an instant, leaving only a gradually cold corpse.

The corpse also became shriveled in an instant, as if all the vitality was drained. The blood stopped flowing, the wound stopped wriggling, everything returned to calm, and only Ling Xiao was left standing there, the long sword was still tightly in his hand, and his eyes revealed an indescribable indifference and indifference.

Ling Xiao walked over slowly, his steps steady and calm, as if the fierce battle just now had no effect on him.

He picked up the other party's storage ring and touched it lightly with his fingertips, but he didn't even look at it, and put it away directly, his action was so casual, as if it was just a trivial matter.

Then, he looked up at the city wall, his eyes were deep and calm, as if he could see through everything.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and there was a hint of disdain and contempt in his tone: "It's too boring to send such a waste here to die. Otherwise, you all come together, and let me see how much ability your soul clan has."

On the city wall, Hun Wuxu frowned slightly, his eyes were fixed on Ling Xiao, he could clearly feel that Ling Xiao's aura was different from before, stronger than when he saw him in the dense forest that day.

It was a qualitative leap, as if Ling Xiao had made a new breakthrough in a short period of time.

Recalling the battle that day, Hun Wuxu couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. At that time, although Ling Xiao was very powerful, he was still just an ant-like existence in front of him, and he could kill it in an instant.

However, today's Ling Xiao is no longer what he used to be, and his strength is comparable to Zhang Ruochen, the existence that once made him feel troublesome.

Hun Wuxu knew that Ling Xiao could no longer win as easily as before. Although he was confident that he could eventually defeat Ling Xiao, it would definitely be a tough battle and require him to pay more.

This made him feel a little afraid and awe of Ling Xiao, and at the same time, he became more determined to get rid of him quickly.

"This guy is teasing us!" Soul gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with angry flames, as if he wanted to eat Ling Xiao alive. He clenched his fists and his body trembled slightly, obviously extremely angry.

He raised his head suddenly, looked at Hun Wuxu firmly, and said with unquestionable determination in his voice: "Let me go, I want to destroy him! We can't let him humiliate our Soul Clan so arrogantly!"

Soul was obviously about to explode.