Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Hearing this, Xiao Lianzhu nodded slightly. Her eyes fell on Hun Wuxu again, and a trace of complex emotions flashed in her eyes.

Hun Wuxu's figure was like a ghost floating on the battlefield. Every time he attacked, he was accurate and deadly, as if he could see through every flaw of his opponent. Even if he did not use soul skills, but only used fists and feet, he had already forced Zhang Ruochen to retreat step by step, without any ability to fight back.

"Indeed, this man is unfathomable!" Xiao Lianzhu said softly, with a trace of awe in her voice. Although she and Hun Wuxu were enemies, and although she was confident in her own strength, she had to admit her helplessness when facing an opponent like Hun Wuxu.

Hun Wuxu's attack was elusive and hard to guard against. Even she was not sure that she could defeat him.

At this moment, Xiao Lianzhu's heart was filled with complex emotions. She was worried about Zhang Ruochen's situation, and she was uneasy about the challenge Ling Xiao was about to face.

She knew that this battle was not just about personal victory or defeat, but also about the situation of the entire battlefield. As one of them, she must do her best to help Ling Xiao defeat this powerful enemy.

Moreover, the horror of this person's fighting skills is simply breathtaking. In every battle, Hun Wuxu seems to be able to see through every subtle movement of the opponent and foresee your next move. This ability that is almost predictive is really terrifying.

Every time he counterattacks, it is accurate, as if he has practiced it thousands of times in his mind, making it hard to defend against.

In addition, his extremely fast speed, like a ghost, is fast and slow, making it impossible to accurately capture it. Even a master like Xiao Lianzhu feels unprecedented pressure when facing an opponent like Hun Wuxu.

Her speed is already outstanding among her peers, but in front of Hun Wuxu, it seems to be slowed down and she can't react at all.

Xiao Lianzhu knows her own strength. She can easily defeat an opponent like Yinying, but she really has no confidence when facing Hun Wuxu. The feeling of being completely suppressed and nowhere to escape makes her feel an unprecedented fear and powerlessness in her heart.

"Zhu'er, if you were allowed to fight, what would your chances of winning be?" Ling Xiao's voice rang in Xiao Lianzhu's ears. He had to seriously consider the next battle layout at this moment. The situation on the field was changing rapidly, and every decision could affect the final outcome.

For Ling Xiao, the three most difficult people on the field were Hun Wuxu, Tianhun Saint, and Bai Yan. The strength of these three people was extremely strong, and none of them should be underestimated. Although Ling Bi, who was beside Ling Xiao, was also strong, she could only barely hold back Tianhun Saint and could not provide more help.

But Bai Yan's strength was too strong, and even a master like Long Chen could not completely block his offensive. Ling Xiao knew this very well, so he planned to save his main energy to deal with Bai Yan. For the time being, he could not easily fight Hun Wuxu, unless Zhang Ruochen really reached the point where he could not support himself.

Not far away, Hun Wuxu was walking towards Zhang Ruochen step by step. His steps were calm and calm, and there was no energy fluctuation on his body, as if he was just an ordinary pedestrian.

However, Ling Xiao could clearly see the terrifying energy contained in Hun Wuxu through the Tai Chi Eye. It was a kind of restrained and deep power, like a dormant volcano that could erupt at any time, which was amazing.

Zhang Ruochen looked at Hun Wuxu with a firm look in his eyes. He held the spear tightly in his right hand, and the tip of the spear flashed coldly in the sun, as if ready to fight at any time.

When the two were less than ten meters apart, the air seemed to solidify, and everything around them became quiet.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen suddenly thrust forward with the gun, his movements were swift and decisive. With this thrust, dozens of "Zhang Ruochen" figures appeared in the field in an instant, like phantoms, dazzling people.

Each of these phantoms was lifelike, as if they had the same strength and speed as Zhang Ruochen. They attacked Hun Wuxu from different angles and directions at the same time, making it impossible to tell which one was the real Zhang Ruochen.

This move not only demonstrated Zhang Ruochen's superb fighting skills, but also reflected his precise grasp of timing and clever use of strength.

And these "Zhang Ruochen" all made the same move, that is, holding a gun and stabbing at Hun Wuxu in front of them, with the tip of the gun flashing with cold light, like dozens of silver lightnings piercing the sky, with amazing momentum.

"Mysterious Phantom Gun!" Zhang Ruochen roared, with unyielding and resoluteness in his voice. He knew the gap between his strength and Hun Wuxu, but he knew that he must not give up easily.

Because, behind him, there are countless innocent lives. If he loses, many people will be killed, which he absolutely cannot accept.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes flashed with determination, and he concentrated on controlling these phantoms, trying to make them more realistic and more difficult to distinguish. Every phantom's movement was exactly the same as his own, whether it was strength, speed or angle, it seemed to be his incarnation.

Seeing this scene, Ling Xiao nodded, with a flash of appreciation in his eyes. Zhang Ruochen is not just a name for nothing.

The move he used, "Phantom Phantom Spear", was similar to his "Great Heavenly Demon Shadow". Although the number of his Heavenly Demon Shadows was not as large as his Heavenly Demon Shadows, they were no less powerful in terms of being difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake and being impossible to defend against.

Hun Wuxu sneered, revealing an indescribable mockery and confidence in his laughter. His eyes flashed with a strange light, as if he could see through the essence of everything in the world. The next moment, he moved.

In the eyes of everyone, he began to punch. The punches were very slow, and each movement seemed so calm, as if he was performing an elegant dance. However, it was in this seemingly slow movement that there was an indescribable weirdness and danger.

In front of Hun Wuxu, Zhang Ruochen's afterimages that had been following him began to disappear one after another.

Those afterimages were like fragile bubbles, which burst at the touch of a finger, leaving no room for resistance. In less than a cup of tea, the dense afterimages around Zhang Ruochen had all disappeared without a trace, leaving him alone, facing Hun Wuxu's cold eyes.

Xiao Lianzhu frowned, her eyes full of worry and awe. "Zhang Ruochen is worthy of his reputation, but Hun Wuxu is too terrifying." She whispered, with a tremor in her voice. She knew that even if she took action, she might not be able to withstand Hun Wuxu's strange and powerful attack.