Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Hun Wuxu looked at the Soul-Calming Mirror handed over by the Third Priest, and his heart was filled with indescribable joy.

This Soul-Calming Mirror was the treasure he had always dreamed of! With it, he could not only make up for the gap between him and the Heavenly Soul Saint in treasures, but also make his strength a qualitative leap, allowing him to have a higher status and voice in the Demon-Calming Mansion.

He carefully took the Soul-Calming Mirror and carefully looked at the mysterious patterns flowing on the mirror, as if he could feel the majestic power contained in it. This power will be the foundation for his future foothold in the Holy Hall and also a boost for him to pursue a higher realm.

The Heavenly Soul Saint on the side, however, was still as cold as before. She looked at Hun Wuxu's excitement and couldn't help but sneer in her heart.

She knew the methods of the Holy Hall very well. Buying people's hearts and winning over the strong were their usual tricks. She sighed helplessly and turned her eyes to Ling Xiao who was fighting fiercely with seven Holy Sword Knights.

At this time, Ling Xiao was in a desperate situation. Facing the siege of seven holy sword knights, his figure dodged left and right in the sword lights and shadows, and every swing of the sword seemed to use up all his strength. There was an unyielding light in his eyes, but only he could understand the pain and helplessness.

Tianhun Saint felt mixed emotions. She wanted to help, but the reality made her powerless. She knew that with her own strength, she could not fight so many holy sword knights at the same time, let alone rescue Ling Xiao from them.

She could only pray silently, hoping that Ling Xiao could get through this level with his own strength.

Ling Xiao also felt the complex gaze of Tianhun Saint, but he had no time to respond. He knew that at this moment, he had no way out.

Facing the siege of seven holy sword knights, he could only grit his teeth and fight with all his strength. His heart was full of desire for victory, persistence in survival, and infinite longing for the future.

He quickly glanced at the battlefield, his eyes fell on the five temple priests killed by Long Yingtian. The five cold bodies lay quietly in a pool of blood, as if telling the cruelty of the battle.

An indescribable impulse surged in his heart, a desire for power and a persistence in victory. Without a moment's hesitation, he rushed over directly, like a hungry beast, and devoured all the blood of the five temple priests.

At that moment, he seemed to feel a stream of warm energy surging in his body, like a river rushing, endless.

At this moment, his cultivation was like a ignited flame, rubbing and rubbing, and he broke through to the seventh level of the Hunyuan Realm. It was an indescribable pleasure and satisfaction, as if the whole world was trembling under his feet.

With the improvement of his cultivation, his combat effectiveness naturally soared several times, and a palpitating breath emanated from his body. He could clearly feel that his strength at this moment was far beyond the previous one, and even facing the low-level strong men in the Condensation Realm, he had the strength to fight.

It stands to reason that when he reaches the peak of the Hunyuan Realm, he should be able to easily kill those low-level strongmen in the Condensation Realm.

But at this moment, he is already strong enough at the seventh level of the Hunyuan Realm, not to mention that he is holding the powerful Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand, and wearing the Tianluo Demon Tool with amazing defensive power. These two treasures undoubtedly add some confidence and self-confidence to him.

However, even so, he is very clear that he may have a chance to win against a Holy Sword Knight, but if he faces seven at the same time, it will undoubtedly be a fight to the death. A trace of solemnity and helplessness flashed in his eyes. He knew that he could not fight head-on, but had to outsmart them.

So, he pretended to be afraid, turned around and ran, like a black lightning, and disappeared on the battlefield in an instant. His figure shuttled through the woods, and every step was light and fast, as if he was integrated with nature.

The seven Holy Sword Knights would naturally not give Ling Xiao any chance to escape. They chased him like hounds, their eyes flashing with the desire for victory and the expectation of promotion and salary increase. In their eyes, Ling Xiao had become the chess piece that could allow them to take a key step in the workplace.

In the process of chasing each other, there are always fast and slow ones in the team. In this dense forest, Ling Xiao's figure is like a nimble deer, constantly shuttling between the shadows of the trees, trying to get rid of these pursuers.

However, the Holy Sword Knights are all elites who have experienced hundreds of battles. Their speed and endurance are far beyond ordinary people, and Ling Xiao's escape path seems more and more difficult.

Finally, one of the Holy Sword Knights, with his excellent speed and keen intuition, got behind Ling Xiao one step ahead. He raised the giant sword in his hand that was shining with brilliant light, like a god of war who was about to win the victory, and slashed at Ling Xiao fiercely with a sword.

"Crack!" A crisp sound broke the tranquility of the forest. The holy sword brought unparalleled power, as if it was going to split everything in its way in half. However, when the holy sword fell, Ling Xiao's body was split into two like a phantom, turning into two residual images that dissipated in the air.

This scene made the holy sword knight feel something was wrong instantly. He knew Ling Xiao's strength very well. Although he was not as good as their holy sword knights, he was also able to suppress Hun Wuxu.

Although Hun Wuxu was not as good as their holy sword knights, he was also a top figure in this demon-suppressing mansion. How could Ling Xiao be killed by him with one sword?

Just as he was confused, a black long sword stabbed from his side like a ghost. The sword body emitted a faint black light, as if it could devour all light and vitality.

The Holy Sword Knight didn't notice the attack at all. By the time he reacted, the black sword had pierced his body, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining his clothes red.

At this moment, his eyes were full of shock and unwillingness. He never thought that he would fall into the hands of a person who seemed to have been killed by him.

"No——" He shouted desperately, with endless fear and unwillingness in his voice. He realized that the fire of his life was about to go out, and the energy in his body was being quickly sucked away by a mysterious and powerful force, just like being swallowed by an invisible black hole. In an instant, his consciousness fell into endless darkness.

Using the unique skill of the Sky Demon Shadow Clone, Ling Xiao successfully sneak attacked and killed a Holy Sword Knight at a critical moment. However, the joy of victory did not stay on his face for too long. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were full of worry.

He knew that although the sneak attack this time was successful, it was only a temporary respite, and the real challenge was still behind.

Sure enough, the remaining six Holy Sword Knights quickly came to their senses after a brief daze.