Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

At the same time, Ling Xiao's two weapon spirits, the Bloodthirsty Sword Spirit and the God-Slaying Sword Spirit, under his precise control, were like two invisible lightning bolts, silently piercing Zhang Qi's vital points, with a desire for life and an extreme pursuit of power.

However, at the moment when this fatal blow was about to take effect, an indescribable tenacity and calmness burst out from Zhang Qi's body, forming an invisible barrier.

The barrier seemed to be condensed from the vitality of heaven and earth, and it seemed to be the embodiment of his own will, firmly catching Ling Xiao's all-out blow without any hesitation.

Unfortunately, this blow that condensed all of Ling Xiao's hopes and efforts did not break Zhang Qi's seemingly ordinary but indestructible defense. Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with disbelief, and then was replaced by a deep sense of frustration.

He knew very well that Zhang Qi, as a true Condensation Realm expert, had a deep realm and strong strength that was far beyond any previous opponent.

Zhang Qi not only possesses the Condensed True Body, which is a magical physique that integrates the vitality of heaven and earth into himself, making both the body and soul reach an extraordinary state;

He also mastered the Condensed True Soul, which is a profound state of mind that can see through the laws of heaven and earth and guide the vitality for his own use;

More importantly, he possesses the true Condensed True Source Power, which is a great power that comes from the depths of the soul and can drive everything and reverse the world. Its power is definitely beyond the reach of the previous Hun Wuxu.

Ling Xiao recalled the difficulties he had when fighting Hun Wuxu, and a bitter feeling rose in his heart.

At that time, even if he tried his best, it was extremely difficult to break Hun Wuxu's equally powerful defense, and Zhang Qi in front of him was undoubtedly on another level.

At this moment, Ling Xiao felt unprecedented pressure and challenges, but he also understood that this was an indispensable part of his practice and a necessary path to a higher realm.

But there is an insurmountable essential difference between Zhang Qi and Hun Wuxu, that is, they belong to completely different races - Zhang Qi is a human race, and Hun Wuxu is a soul race.

This difference is not only reflected in their blood and appearance, but also has a profound impact on their power composition and fighting style.

Although Hun Wuxu is far inferior to Zhang Qi in comprehensive strength, he has extraordinary talents and attainments in the field of soul power.

His soul power is as deep as the abyss and as fierce as the storm. Even a strong man like Ling Xiao has to be careful when fighting against him. Only by using soul power against soul power can he barely gain the upper hand.

And Ling Xiao knows this very well. In the confrontation with Hun Wuxu, he cleverly used his understanding and mastery of soul power to resolve the opponent's offensive again and again and finally won.

Therefore, when he faced Zhang Qi, who was stronger but had far less soul power than Hun Wuxu, he did not have too much fear and anxiety in his heart, but was full of confidence and determination.

After all, Ling Xiao could succeed in dealing with Hun Wuxu with soul power, let alone facing Zhang Qi, whose soul power was also far less than Hun Wuxu, it would be easier to win.

So, when the attack was blocked and the sword could not penetrate Zhang Qi's defense, Ling Xiao released the powerful will of the demon without hesitation. This will, like a torrent from ancient times, surged into the depths of Zhang Qi's soul with endless pressure and destructive power.

Boom!

At this moment, Zhang Qi seemed to be hit hard by an invisible hammer, his soul trembled, his face turned pale as paper, and his body retreated uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string. He retreated hundreds of meters away before he could barely stabilize his body.

His expression was distorted and ugly, and his eyes were full of disbelief and pain.

He didn't die!

Although his body was shaky and there were bursts of severe pain in the depths of his soul, Zhang Qi still stood tenaciously. However, an indescribable sense of frustration rose in his heart. He felt that he was defeated and was completely defeated by Ling Xiao.

This feeling was like being pressed by a huge rock on his chest, suffocating and aggrieved. Zhang Qi, who was always known for his bravery, had never bowed his head in front of any opponent. Even in the face of Ling Xiao's sudden surge in combat power, he had never been afraid.

However, this soul attack was like an invisible shackle that tightly bound his soul, leaving him powerless to resist and forced to retreat.

In terms of soul power, he did lose to Ling Xiao. At this moment, his head seemed to be about to explode, the pain was unbearable, and his entire consciousness became blurred. He tried hard to hold the weapon in his hand, but found that his fingers had lost strength, and even the most basic grip became extremely difficult.

Fear and despair began to spread in his heart. He knew that if he continued to stay there and was attacked by Ling Xiao's soul several times in a row, he might really die here. When he thought of this, he was filled with fear, as if the scythe of the god of death was already hanging on his neck.

At this moment of extreme fear, a scream suddenly came from the battlefield. Zhang Qi suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw Ling Xiao had turned around at some point. The long sword in his hand flashed like lightning, instantly killing a Holy Sword Knight.

The Holy Sword Knight's screams were like the howlings in hell, which made everyone present feel nervous. And Ling Xiao's cold and ruthless figure was like a ruthless killing machine, which made people feel afraid.

Ling Xiao, who released the Tyrant Martial Spirit, seemed to have been reborn. Compared with before, his strength was more than a hundred times stronger.

He was surrounded by the unique domineering and coercion of the Tyrant Martial Soul, which made the Holy Sword Knight, who was originally able to match him, look like an ant in his eyes.

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with cold light, as if he had seen the dawn of victory. What's more, he also had the powerful help of the body outside the body.

In the Tyrant Universe formed by the Tyrant Martial Soul, the body outside the body has also been unprecedentedly increased, and its power is so terrifying that it is enough to make any opponent feel terrified.

At this time, the voice of the third chief priest suddenly sounded, with a hint of impatience and contempt: "Zhang Qi, you waste, this thing is given to you, it can block the soul attack, go and kill him."

After that, the third chief priest threw it casually, and a jade pendant with a faint light fell steadily into Zhang Qi's hand.

The jade pendant was a treasure carefully prepared by the third chief priest, specially used to absorb soul power. It can effectively weaken or even completely absorb the enemy's soul attack, providing powerful protection for the wearer.

Zhang Qi took the jade pendant, and a hint of surprise and determination flashed in his eyes.

He quickly put the jade pendant on his body, feeling the slight coolness coming from the jade pendant, as if even his soul had become tougher.