Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

When Zhang Qi looked at Ling Xiao again, the fear and powerlessness in his eyes were gone. He took a deep breath, clenched the weapon in his hand, and rushed towards Ling Xiao again. At this moment, he seemed to have regained the courage and strength he had lost, ready to fight Ling Xiao to the death.

In Zhang Qi's heart, if he was no longer afraid of Ling Xiao's soul attack, then Ling Xiao would have nothing to fear. He believed that with the jade pendant in his hand and his own strength, he would be able to defeat Ling Xiao and win this battle.

Just before Zhang Qi completely arrived in front of Ling Xiao, a dull loud noise came from the battlefield, accompanied by a desperate wail, and another Holy Sword Knight was also cleanly and neatly solved by Ling Xiao with a thunderous force.

This scene shocked everyone present. Of the seven Holy Sword Knights who besieged Ling Xiao, only two were still struggling to hold on.

One of the Holy Sword Knights was tightly entangled by Ling Xiao's green-robed puppet. Although the puppet looked clumsy, it was extremely flexible in action. Every attack was aimed at the vital points, making the Holy Sword Knight overwhelmed.

The other Holy Sword Knight was caught in the double attack of the Thunder Leopard and the Thunder Tiger. The two monsters, one attacking and one defending, cooperated tacitly, putting the Holy Sword Knight in a dilemma.

Seeing this, Ling Xiao sneered.

He could finally concentrate on dealing with Zhang Qi, who had always been a difficult existence for him. He knew that Zhang Qi's strength should not be underestimated, but at this moment, he was no longer the same as before. He had enough confidence to defeat Zhang Qi.

At this time, Zhang Qi's attack had already hit like a storm. He changed a sword. Compared with the previous one, the quality of this sword was almost the same. Both of them exuded a faint cold light, revealing their extraordinary value.

This made Ling Xiao sigh in his heart. The Holy Hall was really rich. Such a quality sword could be taken out and used so easily. What it represented was the huge strength of the Holy Hall that occupied almost 90% of the resources. It was really enviable and jealous.

Zhang Qi's powerful force, like a violent torrent, suddenly rushed towards Ling Xiao, causing the space around him to begin to crack inch by inch, as if even time was trembling in front of this power.

Those space barriers that once seemed indestructible became so fragile and vulnerable under the power of these people, as if they were just paper.

However, the space of the Overlord Universe where Ling Xiao was located was not an ordinary place.

The space here has a special toughness. Even under such a fierce attack, it can recover quickly and condense into a solid barrier again.

This recovery power is many times stronger than the space outside, as if it is the mysterious power given to this universe by nature.

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with a trace of solemnity. He took a deep look at the body beside him. It was a kind of silent trust and tacit understanding.

Then, he held the long sword tightly with both hands, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if resonating with his heartbeat. He took a deep breath and concentrated all his strength on this sword without any reservation.

The sword fell, and the sword light was as bright as the sun, illuminating the entire battlefield. The light contained endless sharpness and murderous intent.

However, this dazzling sword light was only a flash in the pan. The sword light instantly shattered in the collision with Zhang Qi's power, turned into starlight, and dissipated in the air.

Ling Xiao also suffered a huge backlash, his figure retreated violently, and his face turned pale as paper.

However, at this critical moment, the body outside the body launched a soul attack without hesitation. The soul technique was like an invisible huge wave, surging towards Zhang Qi, carrying endless pressure and destructive power.

Facing the joint offensive of Ling Xiao and the body outside the body, Zhang Qi couldn't help but feel a little timid.

Although he held a treasure that could resist some attacks, the uncertainty hung over his heart like a dark cloud, making him dare not take risks.

After all, although the treasure was good, it might not be 100% effective. It was a safer choice to avoid the sharp edge of Ling Xiao and his body.

In a two-on-one situation, although Ling Xiao did not have an absolute advantage, he at least got rid of the dilemma of being overwhelmed.

This was due to the terrifying enhancement brought by the Tyrant Martial Soul in his body, which enabled him to burst out with more amazing power and speed in battle.

However, Ling Xiao was not without scruples.

With the use of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, the power in his body was being consumed at an astonishing rate, and his physical and internal strength were madly draining away, as if it could be exhausted at any time. This overloaded state made him feel unprecedented pressure and fatigue.

But fortunately, Ling Xiao was not fighting alone, he had abundant resources as a backing.

While fighting, he constantly absorbed energy from the spirit stones around him. Those spirit stones containing pure spiritual power were like a constant stream of spring water, providing him with necessary supplies.

In addition, he also swallowed various precious pills from time to time. These pills could not only quickly restore his physical strength and internal strength, but also improve his combat ability to a certain extent.

If it were someone else, in such a fierce battle, they would probably have been stretched to the limit and could not squander resources so generously, but Ling Xiao was an exception.

He possessed wealth and background that ordinary people could hardly imagine, which enabled him to maintain a calm attitude even in battle, constantly drawing energy from spirit stones and swallowing pills to restore physical strength and internal strength.

However, even an existence like Ling Xiao had to face a cruel reality: the speed of absorption was ultimately not as fast as the speed of consumption.

Although he constantly replenished his own strength, that strength seemed to never be able to meet his needs for fighting.

However, even so, Ling Xiao did not give up. With his tenacious will and firm belief, he tried to make himself persist longer. Even if he could only hold on for a moment longer, it would be enough to change the direction of the battle.

Zhang Qi had obviously noticed Ling Xiao's predicament, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes.

He understood that as long as he could drag Ling Xiao down, it would be easy to kill Ling Xiao. So, he killed him again, and this time, his attack was more fierce and more vicious, as if he wanted to completely devour Ling Xiao.

That sword, like lightning, cut through the sky and stabbed directly at Ling Xiao's face. The tip of the sword flashed with cold light, revealing a heart-pounding murderous intent.

Facing this sudden attack, Ling Xiao did not retreat, he chose to fight hard.

He was now a shield in front of him, and he could not retreat.