Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Zhang Ruochen, Master Qi, Ling Bi, Bai Sha and others were also fighting hard. Their strength should not be underestimated. Every time they attacked, the enemy wailed and fell.

Gradually, masters began to fight against each other. Zhang Ruochen was as fast as the wind and blocked Hun Wuxu's way. A fierce battle broke out between the two. The sword flashed and the fist wind whistled. Every confrontation was terrifying.

Master Qi faced Luosha sister. The battle between the two was also fierce. The long sword in Master Qi's hand was like a dragon out of the sea, and Luosha sister's whip method was very agile. The two fought back and forth, and it was hard to tell.

Ling Bi and Tianhun Saint Girl entangled each other. Ling Bi's swordsmanship was sharp and fierce. Every sword was aimed at the vital point, while Tianhun Saint Girl relied on her excellent body skills and powerful strength to resolve Ling Bi's attacks one by one. The battle between the two was also exciting.

As time went by, the situation on the battlefield began to gradually become clear. The two sides began to fight against each other, and the battle became more orderly and fierce.

However, it was obvious that the Demon Suppression Mansion was at a disadvantage. Although they were also fighting hard, the opponent was not only the Soul Clan, but also some monsters from other forces of the Soul Suppression Mansion. These monsters were equally powerful and brought great pressure to the Demon Suppression Mansion.

For example, A Ke, who had fought with Ling Xiao before, the opponent with strange body movements and ruthless attacks, was hiding in a corner of the battlefield at this moment, looking for the next target to hunt. And another existence that made people feel cold was Bai Yan, who was killing people everywhere and exuding a powerful and unparalleled aura.

"Puff!" A crisp sound cut through the noise of the battlefield. A genius of the Demon Suppression Mansion was easily torn like a fragile paper under the holy sword in Bai Yan's hand that shone with holy light.

The holy sword swung, without a trace of hesitation, Bai Yan turned around and killed another warrior from the Demon Suppression Mansion. His speed was so fast that it was astonishing, as if even the air was cut by his sharp sword intent, and no one could stop his progress.

At this critical moment, Long Chen suddenly appeared on the battlefield like a god from heaven. He roared, and the terrifying dragon claws, carrying the power of destroying the world, slammed into the holy sword in Bai Yan's hand. The two forces collided fiercely in the air, and a deafening roar broke out in an instant, as if even the world was trembling.

Boom! A huge roar exploded, smoke and dust rose, and air waves rolled. Under the impact of this force, Bai Yan's figure was blocked and could not go any further.

However, even under such an offensive, Bai Yan remained calm and composed. There was no panic in his eyes, but he was more determined to fight.

Long Chen also frowned. He knew that Bai Yan's strength was terrifying, far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Even under his all-out attack, Bai Yan could still remain undefeated. This strength was indeed awe-inspiring.

"Young Master!" Seeing the appearance of Long Chen, the warriors of the Demon Suppression Mansion suddenly became morale-boosting, as if they saw the dawn of hope.

Finally, there was someone who could stop Bai Yan. This was undoubtedly the greatest luck for them. Otherwise, many of them would be turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated on the battlefield under Bai Yan's indestructible sword.

Ling Xiao's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, passing through the flying sword shadows and blood mist on the battlefield, and finally locked onto the soul. This pride of the soul clan was harvesting lives on the battlefield in an almost cruel way.

With a light wave of his hands, countless fresh lives turned into nothingness, and the power of these lives seemed to be stored in some mysterious way, becoming the source of his own power.

Hun Ling was simply an invincible existence on the battlefield. Whenever a warrior from the Demon Suppression Mansion fell, a stronger aura would surge from his body, as if every death equaled an extra life.

This strange ability made the Demon Suppression Mansion Tianjiao who fought with him appear extremely passive, and every attack seemed to hit cotton, powerless and desperate.

"How is this possible? An opponent who can't be killed no matter how hard you try..." The Tianjiao of the Demon Suppression Mansion had a look of astonishment and helplessness on his face, and his eyes were full of despair. He knew that no matter how hard he tried, he could not defeat this devil-like opponent.

However, at this moment, a firm voice sounded in his ears: "I will deal with him!"

Ling Xiao's figure appeared in front of Hun Ling like a ghost. He stared at Hun Ling coldly, with an unquestionable light in his eyes. His appearance seemed to bring a glimmer of hope to the already discouraged Tianjiao of the Demon Suppression Mansion.

"Okay!" Although the Tianjiao didn't know Ling Xiao, he knew that he was definitely not Hun Ling's opponent. Now, someone is finally willing to stand up and deal with Hun Ling for him, so he is naturally very happy. A trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly stepped aside, leaving the battlefield to Ling Xiao and Hun Ling.

Ling Xiao exuded a strong aura, and his eyes were firm and cold, as if he was ready to fight to the death with Hun Ling. He knew that this battle was not only about his personal honor and disgrace, but also about the fate of the entire Demon Suppression Mansion. Therefore, he must go all out and must not slack off in the slightest.

Hun Ling stared at Ling Xiao, and his deep eyes revealed a bit of fear that was difficult to conceal. He knew that Ling Xiao's strength was extraordinary. In the last confrontation, he almost died at the hands of Ling Xiao. The despair and fear on the verge of life and death still made him feel scared.

At this moment, facing the scene of Ling Xiao standing in front of him again, Hun Ling's heart inevitably rippled.

Not far away, A Ke's battle with another opponent was in full swing, but her cold laughter penetrated the hustle and bustle of the battlefield and hit Hun Ling's ears directly: "Hun Ling, if you are afraid of him, let me do it."

A Ke's words were full of provocation and eagerness. Her eyes flashing with cold light stared at Ling Xiao. Obviously, she was still brooding about the last failure and was eager for revenge.

Hearing this, Hun Ling glanced at A Ke coldly, and a disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "You should deal with others, this kid is mine."

His tone was full of unquestionable firmness. Even if he was afraid of Ling Xiao in his heart, as a pride of the Hun clan, he would never allow himself to show the slightest retreat and weakness in front of his fellow clansmen. This pride and self-esteem was something he could not afford to lose anyway.

More importantly, Hun Ling had made sufficient preparations for this battle. He knew very well how powerful Ling Xiao was, so he practiced in secret and constantly improved his strength, just to be able to completely defeat Ling Xiao in today's battle and avenge his previous defeat.