Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

This bead seemed to contain endless soul power. As soon as it appeared, her already powerful soul body became even more terrifying, as if she was a god of war from hell, which was daunting.

The soul body of the Heavenly Soul Saint held a huge sword, and the sword body was flowing with brilliant soul light, as if it could cut off all obstacles in the world.

She swung the sword violently, accompanied by a deafening roar, and the space seemed to be torn apart. A holy sword knight retreated repeatedly under this terrifying attack, and his face was as pale as paper.

The Heavenly Soul Saint glanced at the holy sword knight coldly, and her voice was cold and firm: "If you want to kill me, you are not enough!" Her eyes were full of disdain and ridicule, as if at this moment, she had put life and death aside, and only fighting could make her feel the true meaning of life.

At the same time, Ling Xiao's green robe puppet was like a violent beast, and suddenly punched another holy sword knight. The fist wind contained amazing power, as if it was going to tear the space apart.

A huge roar sounded instantly, deafening. The green-robed puppet was blown back by the backlash of this power, and its body drew a long arc in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

However, the Holy Sword Knight was not in a good situation either. Although he tried his best to resist, he was still shocked by this power and retreated again and again, and his face became extremely ugly.

"Haha, you are worthy of being a genius, you really have some skills." The third chief priest glanced at the battlefield below indifferently, and there was a bit of surprise in his deep eyes.

He originally thought that with the strength of the Holy Sword Knight, it would be enough to easily crush Ling Xiao, but now it seems that things are not as simple as he imagined. However, this made the third chief priest more urgent to kill Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao is a demon cultivator, and a demon cultivator with extremely terrifying talent.

The third chief priest knew that if this kind of demon cultivator was not eradicated as soon as possible, it would be a huge threat to their future. A trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, as if he had made up his mind to kill Ling Xiao here no matter what.

At this time, the third chief priest raised his hand slightly and ordered the other warriors beside him: "You guys go too, fight quickly and decisively, don't give Ling Xiao any chance to breathe." His voice was cold and firm, as if at this moment, he had firmly grasped Ling Xiao's life and death in his own hands.

So, more than a dozen Holy Sword Knights rushed in like a raging wave, and pounced on Ling Xiao and Tianhun Saint. These Holy Sword Knights exuded a strong killing and fighting intention, making the already tense atmosphere even more solemn.

Ling Xiao and Tianhun Saint stood back to back, their eyes vigilantly scanning the enemies around them. Their figures seemed particularly small and lonely surrounded by the Holy Sword Knights, and the situation became extremely dangerous.

However, at this critical moment, Ling Xiao's figure disappeared on the spot like a ghost. His speed was so fast that it was impossible to catch his trace.

The Holy Sword Knights were all stunned. They didn't expect Ling Xiao to choose to break out at this time.

Looking at the whole scene, Ling Xiao's eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He quickly analyzed the current situation. He realized that the key to the problem was Long Yingtian who was trapped in the Holy Mark Formation. As long as Long Yingtian could be freed from the Holy Mark Formation, the pressure they faced would be greatly reduced.

So Ling Xiao chose to break the formation without hesitation. He knew that only by breaking this Holy Mark Formation could Long Yingtian be rescued and the situation of the battle changed.

In fact, since the battle with Hun Wuxu, he had been secretly observing the Holy Mark Formation in the sky. With his keen insight and profound attainments in the formation, he gradually found a way to break the formation.

Just when Ling Xiao was about to take action, Hun Wujue suddenly shouted: "Stop him! That kid is very good at breaking the formation!" His voice was full of fear and anxiety, and he obviously realized Ling Xiao's intention.

As soon as Hun Wu Jue finished speaking, several Holy Sword Knights chased in the direction where Ling Xiao disappeared, trying to stop him from breaking the formation.

However, Ling Xiao's speed was too fast, like a black lightning that cut through the sky. Almost before everyone had completely recovered from their shock, and even before their eyes had time to focus, his agile figure had already come to the complex and solemn Holy Pattern Formation like a ghost.

The sunlight shone through the sparse clouds, sprinkled on his body in patches, coating him with a layer of light golden light, but it did not slow down his resolute pace at all.

He calmly took out a long sword from his back that was completely black and exuded a faint demonic aura - the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword. The sword body seemed to be able to swallow the surrounding light, revealing an ancient and profound sense of power.

Then, Ling Xiao's eyes were stern, his wrist shook lightly, and the sword was like a bamboo breaking momentum, accurately stabbing the weakest and most secretive place in this huge and complex formation.

"No, that's the weakness of this formation!" The face of the priest in charge of setting up the formation suddenly changed, and his voice was slightly sharp due to nervousness, echoing in the empty square.

The priest was wearing a gorgeous and complicated holy robe and a holy crown inlaid with gems, but at this moment he shouted without caring about his image.

That weakness was like an inconspicuous little flower hidden in a dense forest. If it weren't for the deep attainments and keen insight of the holy pattern formation, it would be almost impossible to find it.

Even an experienced holy pattern master would find it difficult to accurately determine its location without detailed drawings and long-term research.

Everyone around was shocked when they heard this, and their eyes turned to Ling Xiao, with both shock and confusion in their eyes.

They really didn't understand how Ling Xiao could capture this almost negligible flaw from the complex holy patterns in such a short time.

An indescribable sense of urgency began to spread in the air, and everyone could feel the impending crisis.

The priest of the temple quickly exchanged anxious glances with several holy pattern masters around. They knew that there was no room for hesitation at this moment.

Ling Xiao had already judged the key to the problem. If they could not take action in time to stop his attack, the defense of the entire holy pattern formation would collapse instantly, and the consequences would be disastrous.

For a while, the air was filled with a tense atmosphere of impending storm, and everyone held their breath and prepared to welcome the impending changes.

"It's okay. Although it is a weakness, that kid can't break it. Don't worry." Another priest of the temple, wearing a silver-white robe with an intricate holy emblem embroidered on his chest, had a calm face and tried to calm the slightly panicked people around him with a calm tone.