Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao's figure was like a ghost, with wind blowing from his feet. He crossed a distance of several feet with one arrow and took the head directly from Hun Wuxu's neck.

His eyes shone with a cunning light, and he seemed to be full of confidence in this sudden attack. There was also a proud smile on the corner of his mouth, as if to say: "Let's see where you hide this time!"

However, Hun Wuxu did not panic as he expected. Instead, he stood on the spot, as steady as a rock, with a faint sarcastic smile on his face, as if to say: "How dare you show off your trivial skills in front of me?"

Hun Wuxu did not dodge, letting Ling Xiao's knife cut his throat, but his fist hit Ling Xiao's head almost at the same time! This punch was like a mountain bearing down on the top of the mountain, and it came down with a huge force.

"Crack!" The air seemed to solidify at this moment, and then, a crisp sound of bone collision sounded. It was the close contact between Ling Xiao's skull and Hun Wuxu's fist. Although Ling Xiao was not injured, his spirit However, the dragon's body also trembled slightly under this huge force, and its head seemed to be suddenly slapped by an invisible big hand. It felt dizzy, and stars appeared in front of its eyes.

However, after all, he possesses unique skills, and the power of the spiritual dragon body is well-deserved, so although this moment made him a little confused, it did not cause any substantial harm.

"Bang!" At the same time, Hun Wuxu's fist also retreated under the reaction force, and then swung forward quickly again, as if to split Ling Xiao's head open like a watermelon.

But Ling Xiao was not a vegetarian, he dodged the blow skillfully and swung the bloodthirsty knife in his hand again, with a flash of cold light, pointing directly at Hun Wuxu's heart.

However, the slash of this bloodthirsty knife did not cut Hun Wuxu's throat open. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if to say: "Is this all you have?"

Here, Hun Wuxu and Ling Xiao exchanged dozens of moves face to face. The two figures shuttled across the battlefield like two lightning bolts. The swords flashed, the fists roared, and everyone around them was dazzled and dumbfounded.

Every time they collide, it's like the earth is shattering, arousing strong energy fluctuations that make the surrounding air tremble.

The two black knives he released were like two black lightnings, piercing the sky and heading straight for Thunder Tiger and Thunder Leopard. The two black knives drew strange arcs in the air, carrying a thick evil aura, as if they could swallow up all life.

It has to be said that Ling Xiao has really met his opponent this time. It is much more difficult to win Hun Wuxu than he imagined.

The soulless soul in front of me is simply a bright star, shining brightly among the younger generation, no one can match it! The opponent is one of the best among the younger generation in terms of speed, intelligence, and strength. Even Long Chen would probably feel inferior and ashamed.

Ling Xiao secretly muttered in his heart, this guy is really a monster!

boom!

After a loud noise, the two people separated instantly like two meteorites colliding with each other, each drawing a beautiful arc in the air. Ling Xiao only felt the energy and blood in his body churning, as if he had been hit by a ferocious beast, while Hun Wuxu's face turned pale, and he was obviously not feeling well.

"You are very strong! But in this contest, I, Hun Wuxu, will win!" Hun Wuxu said coldly, with an undoubted domineering tone in his words. His eyes were shining with blazing light, as if he wanted to swallow Ling Xiao completely.

Ling Xiao didn't talk nonsense. He knew that in the face of absolute strength, any words were feeble.

He stamped his right foot violently, and a gap instantly opened in the ground. His whole body was like an arrow from the string, turning into a cold light and shooting towards Hun Wuxu again. His speed reached the extreme, as if even the air was torn apart by him.

And almost at the same time, Hun Wuxu also flashed and suddenly disappeared without a trace. Like a fish sliding into the water without leaving a trace. Ling Xiao was shocked, this guy's speed was so terrifying!

The two fought together again, the wind of fists howling and the light of swords flashing. Every punch of Ling Xiao seemed to contain the power of mountains and rivers, while every move of Hun Wuxu was as elusive as a ghost. The figures of the two intertwined in the air, creating gorgeous trajectories, as if they were performing a gorgeous dance.

The surrounding air was torn and distorted by their violent energy, as if even the heaven and earth were trembling because of their battle. This contest is destined to go down in history and become a legend.

In the distance, Long Yingtian and Hun Huan were like two ice sculptures, watching the raging battle indifferently, as if they were bystanders of the battle, and like judges, quietly watching this battle of strength and wisdom. Contest.

Long Yingtian's eyes shone with anticipation and approval, like an experienced gardener watching the flowers he carefully cultivated bloom proudly in the wind and rain. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, as if he was saying silently: "This kid is a bit interesting."

But Hun Huan's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten bitter melon.

He originally thought that after Hun Wuxu defeated Zhang Ruochen, he would be unbeatable among the monsters in the Demon-Suppressing Mansion. Who would have thought that this little-known Ling Xiao would be so tricky, as slippery as a loach? , not even Hun Wuxu’s fierce offensive could completely suppress him.

"Condensing body! Condensing soul!" Hun Huan muttered secretly in his heart. These two were Hun Wuxu's trump cards. He thought they were enough to sweep away all opponents, but he didn't expect that they failed in front of Ling Xiao. He seemed to have witnessed a carefully planned feast, but it was disrupted by a sudden mouse.

What made Hun Huan even more depressed was that Ling Xiao seemed to be a man who became more and more courageous as he fought, like a beast whose potential was stimulated, and his realm was constantly improving in the battle.

Hun Huan's face became more and more gloomy, like the sky before a storm, so depressing that it made people breathless. He cursed in his heart: "This kid is really a monster! It seems that I have to think carefully about how to get rid of him completely."

And Long Yingtian, who was far away, watched this battle with a stronger interest in his eyes. He seemed to see a new hope, a new possibility. This battle may be the key to changing everything.

Hun Wuxu's mood at this moment was like eating an unripe persimmon, bitter and aggrieved.

He widened his eyes and kept muttering in his heart:

"This kid, who was just a small character in the third level of Hunyuan Realm at the beginning, how come he soared all the way to the sixth level of Hunyuan Realm in the blink of an eye as if he had been injected with chicken blood? This speed is faster than riding a flying sword, which is simply abnormal! Did he take some magic medicine or get some heaven-defying opportunity?"

In the field, the battle was still going on, but everyone's eyes unconsciously glanced at Ling Xiao and Hun Wuxu.