Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Zhang Qi's attack was like a violent storm. In just a blink of an eye, six of the weapons in the Seven Ultimate Killing Formation were knocked away. Those weapons that once shone with cold light and exuded a terrifying aura were now like kites with broken strings. , falling to the ground weakly.

Only the sunset bow was left barely suspended in mid-air because of the distance, as if it was the only glimmer of hope on this desperate battlefield.

Looking at this scene, Ling Xiao couldn't help but feel a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart. He knew very well that although he had carefully prepared the Seven Ultimate Killing Formations, in front of a strong man like Zhang Qi, these methods could only barely delay some time.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The sweat had soaked his hair, slid down his face, and dripped to the ground, making a slight sound.

"It's so scary." Ling Xiao murmured to himself in a low voice, with a tremor in his voice. It was fear of Zhang Qi's strength and worry about whether he could survive.

Facing such a fierce person, no matter how many tricks and schemes he uses, they can only delay time and cannot change the final outcome at all.

However, Ling Xiao did not give up. He took a deep breath and suppressed the fear and powerlessness in his heart. He knew that there was no way out for him at this moment. Only by going all out could he survive this battle.

"Sunset Bow, Five Divine Dragons, kill!" Ling Xiao roared in a low voice, with firmness and determination in his voice.

He directly used the Sunset Bow to condense the power of the Five Elements Dragon Soul. The Five Elements Dragon Soul circled and entangled on the Sunset Bow, as if injecting endless power into the arrow. Following Ling Xiao's order, a terrifying divine arrow shot out of the air, heading straight for Zhang Qi with the roar of the Five Elements Dragon Soul and Ling Xiao's determination.

At the same time, Ling Xiao's clone, the outer body, was struggling to withstand the fierce attacks from the two Holy Sword Knights behind him.

Its figure shuttled rapidly across the battlefield, and every swing of its sword and every dodge seemed extremely laborious. The originally solid defense began to show some flaws and cracks under the continuous attacks of the two Holy Sword Knights.

After all, although the outer body is Ling Xiao's clone, its strength is almost the same as Ling Xiao's original body. It is already quite difficult to be able to block the attack of a Holy Sword Knight on your own, but now you have to face two enemies at the same time.

For such a strong opponent, it is commendable that he can persist until now and not be defeated immediately. There are sword marks left on many places on its body, which are marks left by the battle and are also witnesses of its heroic struggle.

Facing the terrifying blow from the Sunset Bow that condensed the power of the Five Elements Dragon Soul, Zhang Qi's expression remained as cold as ever, as if no attack in the world could touch the waves in his heart. He just raised his hand slightly, and the long sword in his hand was like a dragon swimming out of the sea. With the cold sword energy, it slashed at the divine arrow that carried endless power.

when!

A crisp sound of metal clashing sounded, and along with this sound was the collapse and dissipation of the sunset bow attack. The divine arrow that once condensed all Ling Xiao's hope and power suddenly burst like a bubble under Zhang Qi's sword, as if it had never existed on this battlefield.

Ling Xiao's pupils suddenly shrank, and an indescribable shock and despair surged in his heart. This Sunset Bow attack gathered all the power of his Five Elements Dragon Soul, and was the strongest attack he could unleash so far.

However, even so, it could not create the slightest disturbance in front of Zhang Qi, let alone pose any substantial threat to him. At this moment, Ling Xiao deeply felt the insurmountable strength gap between himself and Zhang Qi.

However, this instead aroused the bloody and unyielding nature deep in Ling Xiao's heart. There was an unyielding light in his eyes, as if at this moment, all the difficulties and challenges had turned into a catalyst to stimulate his potential.

From the day he set out on the road to martial arts, he knew that this road was destined to not be smooth. There are always people who want to kill him for various reasons.

From the original Tianlong Continent, the place where he was a fledgling and full of longing, to the subsequent Divine Phoenix Continent, White Tiger Continent, Xuanwu Continent, and Qilin Continent, every continent has left traces of his bloody battles.

Every battle strengthened his belief and made him understand better that if he wanted to survive in this world where the strong were respected, he must have enough strength and wisdom.

However, there seems to be a never-ending supply of enemies.

Whenever he thought he had gotten rid of a powerful enemy, there would always be another more powerful opponent jumping out and continuing to challenge his limits. This never-ending battle made him tired, but it also made him more resilient.

What makes him even more heartbroken is that because of his own fault, his former friends were implicated and his relatives also suffered unreasonable disasters. Every time he thought of this, Ling Xiao's heart ached as if being cut by a knife. He knew very well that he could not fall down like this, and he could not let down those who cared about and loved him.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao's expression gradually became ferocious. His fists were clenched and his nails dug deeply into his palms, as if he wanted to vent all his anger and unwillingness.

He took a deep breath to calm down, but the terrifying murderous intention in his bones continued to expand. He knew that he had to become stronger in order to protect the people around him and to fight for a place of survival for himself in this cruel world.

"Since you insist on my death, I will kill you. No matter how many of you come, I will kill as many as you want!" Ling Xiao's voice was low and firm, with a dark light flashing in his eyes. It was a flame ignited by anger and indomitable spirit, as if it was going to swallow up the whole world.

The shadow of the demon behind him became more and more visible. It was a huge black shadow standing behind Ling Xiao, like his patron saint, and like the devil in his heart, bearing the injustice and suffering of the world with him.

Zhang Qi on the opposite side was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes stayed on Ling Xiao for a moment. But soon, his eyes returned to calm, which was an absolute confidence in his strength.

In his opinion, although Ling Xiao looked terrible at the moment, he was ultimately much weaker than him, and he didn't need to be afraid of the other party's emotional fluctuations. Zhang Qi's mouth curled up with a sneer, as if he was mocking Ling Xiao's overestimation of his own abilities.

Immediately, Zhang Qi moved, leaping up like a cheetah, the holy sword in his hand flashing with cold light, and slashed at Ling Xiao's head fiercely. His movements were swift and powerful, as if he wanted to concentrate all his anger and contempt in this sword.

"I want to see what else you have. Can your holy pattern formation stop me?" Zhang Qi's voice was cold and mocking. He believed that with this sword, Ling Xiao's so-called defense would be as vulnerable as paper.