Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Then, Ling Xiao slowly stretched out his right hand, palm up, a strange force surged from his body, slowly pulling Zhang Qi's body in front of him.

Boom! With a low roar, Ling Xiao opened his mouth, and a strong suction force suddenly appeared, swallowing Zhang Qi's blood essence.

At this moment, Ling Xiao's breath began to rise sharply, as if endless power was surging in his body. His realm was improved again, and it soared directly to the peak of the Hunyuan realm. The faint fluctuation of Yuan Qi surrounded his body, which made him more powerful and mysterious.

At this time, Ling Xiao, facing the low-level warriors of the Condensation Realm, already had the absolute power to crush. He held the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, and with the various wonderful abilities of the Tianluo magic tools, even those warriors of the Condensation Realm with good strength were just ants in front of him, and could be easily crushed.

Of course, here only refers to some ordinary warriors of the Condensation Realm. For those powerful monsters, although Ling Xiao's strength has greatly increased, it is still not enough.

Each of the demon-level warriors is a leader in the same realm. Their strength is often several times or even dozens of times stronger than that of warriors in the same realm. This is normal.

Ling Xiao knew this very well, so he did not relax at all, but practiced more diligently, hoping that he would be able to fight against those real strong men in the future.

The sudden improvement of the realm made Ling Xiao's state fully restored. He seemed to be reborn and refreshed. After all, the energy brought to him by devouring a Zhang Qi was extremely huge. This power not only repaired his previous losses, but also made his strength a qualitative leap.

He waved his hand gently and sent Tongtong and Ali back to the magic needle space again. It was a mysterious realm belonging to him and a safe haven for the two little girls. Then, his eyes became cold and firm, and his figure was like a black lightning, killing the other two holy sword knights.

These two holy sword knights were the strong men who came with Zhang Qi before, and their strength should not be underestimated.

However, Zhang Qi's death happened in the Tyrant Universe, which is a relatively closed space, so most people outside don't know about this news.

Only a very small number of powerful beings, through some secret method or perception ability, vaguely noticed Zhang Qi's disappearance, but they didn't know what happened specifically.

At this time, the two Holy Sword Knights obviously didn't realize that Zhang Qi had fallen. When they saw Ling Xiao coming alone, they all showed a disdainful sneer on their faces.

In their opinion, Ling Xiao's previous battle with Captain Zhang Qi had consumed a lot of physical strength and energy. At this time, he dared to distract himself to deal with them, which was simply looking for death.

"Humph, a mere ant dares to be an enemy of our Holy Sword Knights?" One of the Holy Sword Knights sneered, the holy sword in his hand flashing with cold light, as if he would strike a fatal blow at any time.

Another Holy Sword Knight also echoed: "That's right, he can't beat the captain and still wants to bully us. We deserve the credit. Kill him?"

Their tone was full of confidence and contempt, as if they had seen the end of Ling Xiao's defeat. However, they didn't know that Ling Xiao was no longer the Ling Xiao he had been before. His strength was so great that he could make them pay the price.

At this moment, Ling Xiao's speed suddenly soared like the dawn. His strength at the peak of the Hunyuan Realm was as heavy as a mountain, completely crushing the three-level strong men in the Condensation Realm. Whether it was strength, speed or perception, it had all been greatly improved.

His figure was like a ghost, moving freely on the battlefield, making it unpredictable.

After the initial contempt, the Holy Sword Knight finally realized that something was wrong. However, when he realized that danger was coming, it was too late. Ling Xiao's Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was like a black lightning, instantly piercing his throat, bringing a string of blood flowers.

A touch of astonishment and fear flashed in the Holy Sword Knight's eyes, but everything was irreversible. Ling Xiao's sword force did not decrease, directly splitting his body in two, and blood flew out like a fountain, dyeing the surrounding air red.

Another Holy Sword Knight witnessed this scene and was already frightened to death. His face was as pale as paper, and his legs trembled involuntarily. He turned and ran, wanting to escape from this horrible place and Ling Xiao's killing.

However, he forgot that he was being restrained by the green-robed puppet. The puppet was tall and had a hideous face, like a demon crawling out of hell, and was not afraid of death at all. It hugged the Holy Sword Knight, and its thick arms locked his body tightly like an iron clamp, leaving him no chance to escape.

The Holy Sword Knight struggled desperately in the arms of the green-robed puppet, but it was all in vain. He could only watch Ling Xiao approach step by step, feeling the breath of death getting closer and closer. At this moment, his heart was filled with fear and despair, regretting his original decision and regretting that he should not have been involved in this dispute.

Even if he pierced the puppet's body with the long sword in his hand with all his strength, the puppet remained unmoved, as if he could not feel any pain or harm. It had no life, and naturally would not die. It just stared coldly at the Holy Sword Knight, as if it was looking at a dying ant.

At this moment, Ling Xiao's figure flashed like a ghost, his eyes were as cold as ice, and the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand shone with cold light, as if it could cut off all obstacles in the world.

Another sword, Ling Xiao's sword flashed like lightning, accurately chopping off the Holy Sword Knight's dog head. Blood splattered, the Holy Sword Knight's body fell weakly, his eyes full of unwillingness and fear.

At the same time, on another battlefield, Long Yingtian also burst out with terrifying strength. His figure was like a giant dragon soaring into the sky, surrounded by rich vitality fluctuations, and every punch and kick contained destructive power.

In the astonished eyes of Bai Shengzhu, Long Yingtian was like a god descending to earth, defeating him, the Holy Lord of the Holy Hall of the Demon Suppression Mansion.

Bai Shengzhu was seriously injured and his face was extremely ugly. He obviously did not expect that Long Yingtian's strength was so strong that even he, the Holy Lord with a high status in the Demon Suppression Mansion, was defeated by him.

Almost the next moment after Long Yingtian defeated Bai Shengzhu, Hun Huan also showed his terrifying strength. He was surrounded by black mist, as if he was the god of death walking out of hell, and every move was full of endless killing intent.

Under his attack, Hun Wu Jue was completely powerless to resist and could only watch himself being seriously injured. At the same time, Hun Huan also severely injured several rebels of the Hun Clan with his terrifying strength. Their bodies were torn like rags under Hun Huan's attack, and their blood dyed the battlefield red.