Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Below, Ling Xiao's mouth curled up into a hideous smile, which showed both the enthusiasm for fighting and the desire for victory.

He stomped his right foot hard, and the whole person seemed to be lifted up by an invisible force, turning into a sharp cold light, rushing straight into the sky, and confronting the palm wind that fell from the sky.

The Bloodthirsty Knife and the God-Slaying Sword seemed to have life in Ling Xiao's hands. They intertwined and echoed each other, as if they were integrated into one, turning into a fatal attack, and rushed towards Hun Wuxu with endless killing intent.

At this time, Ling Xiao's mind was blank, without any other thoughts. The only thought was to fight and kill the opponent. He seemed to have turned into a madman on the battlefield, leaving all fears and hesitations behind, leaving only the persistence and desire for victory.

On the battlefield, there is no room for hesitation or hesitation. Even a blink of an eye may become the key to determining victory or defeat. Ling Xiao knew this very well, so he never left himself any way out. Once he made a move, he would go all out and fight for his life.

Under the gaze of everyone, Ling Xiao's attack was like a tiger that had broken free from its reins, unstoppable all the way.

The attack that combined the bloodthirsty knife and the sword of the God-killing Sword flashed with cold light, like a silver lightning, cutting through the sky, and finally, accurately pierced into the palm of Hun Wuxu, which seemed ordinary but actually contained a mystery.

Boom!

At this moment, it seemed as if the whole world was shaken. With Ling Xiao and Hun Wuxu as the center, the surrounding space seemed to be torn by an invisible force, and instantly collapsed into an intricate spider web, with cracks scattered and flashing with strange light.

Hun Wuxu looked at Ling Xiao coldly, and his eyes seemed to hide an endless abyss, making it impossible to peek into his heart. Although Ling Xiao's attack was fierce, it was still unable to pierce the thin layer of protection on his skin, as if it hit an invisible shield.

However, the powerful force contained in Ling Xiao's attack was like a violent flood, shaking his body crazily. The power was so strong that even a strong man like Hun Wuxu couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and was secretly shocked.

"This kid is really good!" Hun Wuxu muttered in his heart, but his face still maintained that indifference and arrogance. He knew very well that if he didn't have the powerful defense of his condensed body, he would probably be torn into pieces by this terrifying energy under this attack.

Thinking of this, Hun Wuxu couldn't help but feel a little fortunate, and at the same time he had a deeper understanding of Ling Xiao's strength. This battle, it seems, will not be as easy as he imagined.

Hun Wuxu's palm was like an iron clamp, firmly holding Ling Xiao's sharp sword. The contest between the two was like two mountains colliding with each other, with sparks flying and amazing momentum.

Suddenly, Hun Wuxu's mouth curled up with a sneer. He suddenly grasped Ling Xiao's attack, as if grasping a struggling poisonous snake, and then slid forward. With this force, he slammed his palm like thunder into Ling Xiao's chest. The palm wind was fierce, as if he wanted to take out Ling Xiao's heart.

Ling Xiao did not seem to be panicked. He sneered, and his figure instantly turned into two hundred Daluo Tianmo shadows, as if two hundred Ling Xiao appeared at the same time, dazzling people, unable to tell which one was real and which one was fake. These Tianmo shadows attacked or defended, advanced or retreated, and cooperated perfectly, as if they were a well-trained army.

Although Hun Wuxu's attack was fierce, it only destroyed a dozen of Ling Xiao's demon shadows. When those destroyed demon shadows dissipated, they seemed to leave a few unwilling roars, adding a bit of tragic color to the battle.

But at the same time, Ling Xiao did not sit still and wait for death. He quickly formed seals with both hands and performed the thunder and lightning secret method.

At that moment, the sky seemed to be torn apart. A terrifying thunder and lightning appeared out of thin air and fell from the void, like an angry dragon, carrying endless destructive power, and hit Hun Wuxu fiercely.

The power of thunder and lightning seemed to tear Hun Wuxu's body apart, causing him to groan.

However, after releasing the thunder and lightning secret method, Ling Xiao did not stop attacking. He once again waved the bloodthirsty bloodthirsty knife and the extremely sharp sword of killing gods in his hands, like two silver lightnings, and killed Hun Wuxu again. The sword light and shadow seemed to tear the entire space apart, which made people feel afraid.

The remaining Daluotian Demon Shadows, as if they had received Ling Xiao's order, rushed towards Hun Wuxu one after another. They punched and kicked, stabbed with swords and bayonets, or used various secret methods, as if they wanted to drown Hun Wuxu in this sea of ​​attacks.

The Daluotian Demon Shadows were as fast as a meteor, and in the blink of an eye they were close to Hun Wuxu, like a group of hungry beasts, ready to launch a fatal attack on their prey. However, at this critical moment, Hun Wuxu suddenly shouted, and the sound was like thunder: "Imprison!"

With this shout, all of Ling Xiao's attacks, including himself and those clones that followed him like a shadow, were actually imprisoned in place by an invisible force, unable to move.

As if he had been cast into a fixed body spell, Ling Xiao's face showed astonishment, and he was obviously caught off guard by this sudden change.

"It's this weird soul technique again!" Ling Xiao cursed in his heart. He had experienced Hun Wuxu's elusive soul technique many times, and it gave him a headache every time.

Hun Wuxu looked at Ling Xiao, who was easily imprisoned by him, with a proud smile on his lips. He gently grasped it with his palm forward, as if grabbing something in the void, and then shouted: "Crush it!"

As soon as the voice fell, a terrifying force burst out instantly, sweeping through the entire space like a violent storm. Wherever this force passed, both Ling Xiao's body and those clones seemed to be hit by an invisible giant hammer, making a series of explosions.

Bang bang bang...

One after another, Ling Xiao's nearly two hundred Da Luo Tian Demon Shadow clones all collapsed under this terrifying force, turning into little bits of light and dissipating in the air. Although Ling Xiao himself was safe and sound, his expression became serious, and he obviously had a deeper understanding of Hun Wuxu's strength.

Looking at Ling Xiao with a solemn expression not far away, Hun Wuxu said softly: "I have to say that you are really tenacious, and there are signs that you are getting stronger the more you fight... However, with me, you still have to admit defeat. "

There was a bit of ridicule and provocation in Hun Wuxu's words, as if he was teasing a stubborn kitten. Ling Xiao, on the other hand, held the Bloodthirsty Knife and the God-killing Sword tightly in his hands, with an unyielding light shining in his eyes, obviously not intending to give up so easily. This battle seems to be still going on!