Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao's aura was stronger than the sum of the two of them. Even if he was fighting one against two, he didn't need to be afraid.

At this moment, Ling Xiao seemed to have transformed into an invincible god of war. His eyes flashed with a firm light, which was the desire for victory and contempt for the enemy.

"What a treasure, no wonder you are so confident." Hun Wuxu sneered, and the laughter was a bit unwilling and helpless, but it also revealed his confidence in his own strength.

He slowly raised his hand and tapped his fingertips. A set of armor flashing with dim light instantly covered his body. The armor was flowing with mysterious runes, as if it contained endless power.

"This is my soul armor, which I have obtained after much hardship. It can defend against most soul attacks and resist most other attacks.

Unless your attack can exceed its endurance, otherwise, you can't defeat me at all." Hun Wuxu's voice was full of pride and pride, "But can you? This soul armor is a mid-grade treasure of the Tianzun level. It is priceless and is definitely not an ordinary thing."

His words were full of trust and reliance on the soul armor, as if this soul armor was his last trump card and his only hope to defeat Ling Xiao.

Recalling the previous battle with Ling Xiao, he couldn't help but feel regret and anger in his heart. If he had taken Ling Xiao seriously enough and put on this soul armor, how could the sneak attack of the thunder dragon hurt him so badly?

However, things are unpredictable, and regret is useless. Now, he can only rely on this soul armor to fight Ling Xiao to the death.

At the same time, the Heavenly Soul Saint did not offer any treasures. She just stood there quietly, looking at Ling Xiao deeply, as if she wanted to see through his soul.

At this time, Ling Xiao's attack came like a violent storm, and each blow contained the power of destroying the world, as if it was going to swallow up the entire battlefield.

Faced with Ling Xiao's fierce offensive, Hun Wuxu did not retreat. He shook his body and punched out directly. On his fist, the soul power condensed crazily, forming a huge black fist shadow, which contained endless destructive power, as if it was going to tear the space apart.

At the same time, Tianhun Saint did not choose close combat, she knew her shortcomings in close combat. As a master of soul power attack in the soul clan, she chose another way to deal with Ling Xiao's attack.

As her soul power was released, a huge figure suddenly stood in front of Tianhun Saint.

The figure was dressed in red armor, heroic and heroic, and his face was nine points similar to Tianhun Saint, but it was completely condensed by pure soul power. This figure was more than ten meters tall, standing on the battlefield like a small mountain, exuding a palpitating breath.

"The true body of the Dharma Soul!" The voice of the Heavenly Soul Saint echoed on the battlefield, with a hint of coldness and determination. As her voice fell, the true body of the Dharma Soul seemed to have gained life, waving the giant sword in her hand, with dazzling light flashing on the sword, like a lightning that cuts through the sky and slashes towards Ling Xiao.

This attack condensed all the soul power and will of the Heavenly Soul Saint. She hoped to use this to block Ling Xiao's offensive and buy a chance for herself and Hun Wuxu to breathe.

However, Ling Xiao did not retreat at all because of this. There was a firm light flashing in his eyes, as if he wanted to completely destroy all obstacles.

Ling Xiao felt the huge pressure brought by the Heavenly Soul Saint and Hun Wuxu's joint efforts, as if two mountains were pressing on his shoulders at the same time, making his breathing stagnate. However, after a brief evaluation, he had a plan in his mind.

Before using the treasure that could turn the tide of the battle, although the fighting power of the Heavenly Soul Saint should not be underestimated, it was still slightly inferior to the unfathomable strength of Hun Wuxu. Therefore, although Ling Xiao was alert, he was not afraid.

He took a deep breath and focused more on dealing with Hun Wuxu, which was the key to this battle. As for the Heavenly Soul Saint, he had already made arrangements. He turned his wrist and an exquisite puppet appeared in his palm. It was the green robe he had carefully refined not long ago!

The green-robed puppet was slender, and its green robe fluttered in the wind. Although it was a dead object, it exuded a sense of agility and majesty.

It was a puppet at the peak of the Heavenly Realm, and its strength was enough to rival the low-level Condensation Realm powerhouse. Facing an opponent like the Heavenly Soul Saint, even if he could not easily win, he would definitely be able to hold his ground and not fall behind.

Ling Xiao smiled lightly and threw the green-robed puppet into the air. With a low spell, the green-robed puppet came to life instantly, its eyes flashing with a faint green light, like a beast ready to attack.

It flashed and appeared in front of the Holy Lady of Heavenly Soul. Its huge body and sharp weapons forced the Holy Lady of Heavenly Soul to take it seriously.

In the distance, Yin Ying and A Ke witnessed this scene and couldn't help but take a breath. They originally thought that Ling Xiao had done his best, but they didn't expect that he still had such a powerful trump card that he hadn't revealed.

Yin Ying turned his head to look at A Ke, with a flash of surprise and admiration in his eyes: "Brother Bai, you are right, that guy is really hidden, this puppet is not exposed at all. It seems that our previous judgment is still too conservative."

"That's not all." Bai Yan shook his head lightly, his eyes passed through the chaotic battle in front of him and focused on the fierce confrontation between the older generation of strong men in the distance.

Each of those battles was as shocking as thunder. Even the strong ones in the Condensation Realm fell in this cruel battlefield, and the flames of their lives were extinguished in despair and glory.

The battle of the older generation was extremely brutal, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and unyielding will. The warriors of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion and the Soul Clan witnessed this scene, and their hearts were mixed with mixed feelings, some were angry, some were sad, and some were deeply worried about the future.

However, in this complex interweaving of emotions, Bai Yan showed a strange and deep sneer, and that smile seemed to contain some unknown secrets.

"It's okay..." Bai Yan whispered to himself, with a hint of unquestionable determination in his tone. He slowly raised his hand, and a delicate flare flashed cold light in his palm. It was the signal he carefully prepared, foreshadowing the arrival of a critical moment.

With Bai Yan's finger flicking lightly, the flare cut through the night sky, like a bright meteor, instantly illuminating the entire sky. At that moment, all eyes were attracted by this sudden light, as if even time had stopped.

Just when the light reached its peak, suddenly, a group of warriors in white robes slowly walked out from the void. Their steps were light and firm, like angels descending from another world, carrying with them a power and majesty that should not be underestimated.