Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Hun Wuxu took a deep breath, and that breath seemed to be able to absorb the spiritual energy of the entire world, making his eyes more profound, as if he could see through everything in the world.

His right hand slowly clenched, as if holding an invisible sword, and then, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said: "Fortunately, I didn't underestimate you at the beginning, otherwise, I'm afraid I would suffer a big loss, and maybe I would be laughed at by you, a kid!"

Although the condensed true body is powerful, it does not mean invincibility.

Hun Wuxu knew this very well. If Ling Xiao's attack exceeded a certain power, it would have been able to hurt him! This made him feel a little scared. If he had underestimated Ling Xiao before, then this contempt might become his fatal weakness and cost him his life!

"Never underestimate the enemy!" Hun Wuxu silently recited this warning in his heart, as if to ring a warning bell for himself. He knew very well that in this world where the strong are respected, any negligence could put himself in an irreversible situation.

At this moment, Hun Wuxu suddenly raised his right hand and pointed it at Ling Xiao. His eyes became cold and deep, as if they could freeze everything. He said lightly: "It's time to end! Although you are tenacious, you are still a little tender after all."

After the voice fell, he suddenly opened his right hand. In an instant, the space around Ling Xiao began to twist again, as if it was kneaded by an invisible big hand. The twisted space seemed to contain endless power, which made people feel afraid.

Ling Xiao looked at the twisted space around him, and his face became solemn.

He knew that this was Hun Wuxu's trump card. Once he was trapped in this twisted space, he would be in danger. However, he did not retreat, but instead strengthened his determination to fight. He tightly grasped the bloodthirsty knife and the sword of the god-killing in his hands, ready to meet this final blow!

Trapped in the complex and mysterious formation, Long Yingtian seemed to be touched by an inexplicable force, and his eyes suddenly lit up, like a lit candle, shining brightly in the dim formation.

He suddenly turned his head and shouted at Cheng Shifei who was about to rush forward, "Cheng Shifei, save people quickly! Don't hesitate!" There was an unquestionable urgency and majesty in the voice, as if even the air was shaken.

Cheng Shifei felt mixed emotions when he heard it. He was eager to save people and his steps were unconsciously moving forward, but at this moment, a figure flashed in front of him like a ghost. It was the smiling Hun Wujue.

"Hey, young man, being young and full of vigor is not a good thing." Hun Wu Jue raised a playful smile, his eyes flashing with cunning light, "It's a fight between the younger generation, we old bones should not join in the fun, so as not to be accused of bullying the weak. Your opponent is me, an old man."

When Cheng Shifei heard this, his brows were twisted like a doughnut, and he was so depressed. He was eager to save people, but he was stopped by this old fox. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was held back by Hun Wu Jue's half-smile eyes.

Seeing this, Long Yingtian was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, pacing back and forth in the formation, feeling more anxious than being bitten by thousands of ants. You know, Hun Wu Xu is not a good person. Once he goes crazy, even he has to be afraid of him, not to mention Ling Xiao, who is probably in danger!

"Haha, Long Yingtian, don't waste your energy. Ling Xiao is destined to become a speck of dust in this world." Hun Huan sneered at the side, with a smug smile on his face, as if he had seen Ling Xiao's tragic end.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened! Before Hun Huan could stop smiling, he suddenly froze, because he found that the scene in the distance became weird.

The space around Ling Xiao seemed to be rubbed by an invisible big hand, twisted, folded, and changed in all kinds of incredible ways, while Ling Xiao seemed to be protected by a layer of mysterious power, still standing there steadily, unscathed, as if watching a wonderful performance, so calm and composed.

Not only that, the space around him, which was originally distorted as if it was played by the devil's hand, actually began to return to normal little by little and in an orderly manner!

Just like the ice gradually melted by the warm sun in winter, or the dry land after a long drought ushered in the moisture of spring rain, everything returned to its original tranquility and harmony silently.

Seeing this scene, Hun Huan's eyes almost popped out of his eye sockets. He opened his mouth wide and stood there in a daze, as if he had seen a ghost: "Impossible! How is this possible! He is so young and immature, how can he resist such a terrifying power of mine? This is simply a fairy tale, absurd!"

His voice was full of disbelief, as if he was announcing this incredible fact to the whole world, but it was also like he was convincing himself, trying to find a reasonable explanation from some corner.

Long Yingtian and Cheng Shifei were also stunned, with wonderful expressions on their faces, as if they had eaten some strange beans, with a mixture of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty tastes.

They looked at each other, their eyes conveying the same message: We were all worrying for nothing, Ling Xiao, hey, he's really a hidden talent!

In the final analysis, they still underestimated Ling Xiao. This guy might be more evil than they imagined, but he was too low-key on weekdays, so they didn't notice it. At this moment, Ling Xiao was like a hidden dragon in the abyss, and once he took off, everyone was dumbfounded and amazed.

Ling Xiao glanced at Hun Wuxu lightly, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The smile was full of confidence and calmness. He said disdainfully:

"Look, this is your soul power? It's nothing more than that. Use soul skills to distort space and want to kill the opponent. Unless the opponent's soul power is far inferior to yours, otherwise, your trick will not work. But unfortunately, you met me, which can only be regarded as your bad luck, hehe."

This is actually a peak duel between soul powers, like two towering mountains colliding in silence, and like two turbulent rivers competing in secret, and no one is willing to give in.

It is obvious that Ling Xiao is very tough in terms of soul power, and is not at all compared to Hun Wuxu, the first evildoer of the soul clan, and is even better.

Therefore, when his tremendous soul power was released like a surging tide, it was like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and it easily destroyed the soul technique that Hun Wuxu was so proud of, so that the space that Hun Wuxu had worked so hard to distort, like ice and snow melted by the warm spring sun, gradually returned to its original state and became clear and bright again.