Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Cheng Shifei held a long sword, the sword light was like a dragon, and every swing was accompanied by the enemy's wailing and falling. His swordsmanship was sharp and accurate. Several holy sword knights fell under his attack, and the temple priests could not resist his edge and retreated one after another.

Wang Zhenshou stood like an iron tower, his boxing skills were fierce and unmatched, and every bombardment made the enemy's flesh and blood fly. Zhao Heng used his flexible body movements and superb hidden weapon skills to shuttle between enemies and harvest lives.

Master Lu and Hunyu joined forces and showed amazing strength. The staff in Master Lu's hand shone with light, releasing powerful magic attacks, while Hunyu shuttled through the battlefield like a ghost. Her swordsmanship was fast and fierce, and every blow was aimed at the vital points.

Under their joint attack, the blood knight was forced to retreat again and again, and there were many scars on his body.

Ling Bi and Xiao Lianzhu also showed their outstanding strength. When they faced the paper figures, they did not panic, but calmly analyzed the characteristics of the enemy and looked for flaws.

Ling Bi's swordsmanship was light and agile, and every swing was like a spring breeze, but she accidentally cut the paper figures into two pieces. Xiao Lianzhu used her superb soul skills to constantly create trouble for the paper figures, and finally successfully defeated them.

Although the thirteen demon generals were still entangled by some enemies, their safety was guaranteed with the support of Ling Xiao and others. They each used all their skills to deal with the enemy and gained more fighting space for Ling Xiao and others.

For a while, the situation on Ling Xiao's side was reversed, and they seemed to be moving towards victory. However, at this moment, the third chief priest spoke.

He sighed, without any fear or panic on his face. He just glanced at the battlefield indifferently, and then showed a mocking smile: "I underestimated you people who resisted the temple. There is no way. It seems that I have to take action."

The third chief priest sighed, and the sigh seemed to contain endless vicissitudes and helplessness, but there was no fear or panic on his face.

He just glanced at the battlefield indifferently. Wherever his eyes went, whether it was the heroic fighting of Ling Xiao and others, or the retreat of the Holy Sword Knights and the priests of the temple, they did not touch him at all.

Then, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the smile was full of disdain and contempt for everyone present: "I will let you understand what is truly powerful, let you understand what is a strong person! In the face of real power, all your struggles are in vain."

As soon as the voice fell, the figure of the third chief priest suddenly disappeared from the spot, as if swept away by an invisible wind. His disappearance made everyone present feel nervous, and an inexplicable sense of crisis arose spontaneously.

However, the next moment, when people's eyes were focused again, they found that the third chief priest had appeared above Long Yingtian's head like a ghost.

Long Yingtian's face changed drastically. He never expected that the speed of the third chief priest was so fast, and he completed such an amazing move in almost the blink of an eye. He raised his hand to attack, wanting to repel this sudden threat.

But the third chief priest obviously did not give him this opportunity. He just saw him lightly slam down with a palm. That palm seemed ordinary, but it was like the fall of the sky, extremely terrifying.

Wherever the palm wind passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, and a sacred and solemn atmosphere spread, which made people feel awe. Under this palm, Long Yingtian only felt an irresistible force falling from the sky, as if to crush him.

What's more amazing is that as this palm fell, the image of the Holy Hall's Saint appeared behind the third chief priest. The Saint was tall and majestic, emitting golden light all over his body, as if he was a god descending from another world.

His eyes were closed, his hands were clasped together, and a huge halo was released behind him. The halo was as dazzling as the sun, illuminating the entire battlefield like daylight. At this moment, everyone felt the majesty and power of the Saint, and couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and fear in their hearts.

Boom!

A deafening roar, as if the world was trembling at this moment. Long Yingtian gathered all his strength and punched hard on the seemingly ordinary palm of the Third Priest.

However, just when he thought his attack could shake this powerful enemy, an indescribable force suddenly backfired, squeezing his body ruthlessly like the power of heaven.

Long Yingtian's face turned pale in an instant, and he felt unprecedented pain, as if his whole body was about to be torn apart by this force.

Then, like a kite with a broken string, he fell to the ground fiercely, dust flew everywhere, and the ground cracked due to his impact.

Long Yingtian lay on the ground, gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently, obviously he had been seriously injured. He looked at the three chief priests in disbelief, his eyes full of unwillingness and shock.

With just one move, he, a powerful man who was once famous in one area, was seriously injured and fell to the ground. The strength of the three chief priests was simply jaw-dropping.

However, the three chief priests' attacks did not stop. Just when Long Yingtian had not completely recovered from the shock, another figure was fiercely smashed not far from him. It was Cheng Shifei who was standing next to him. He also lost his combat effectiveness under one move.

Cheng Shifei lay on the ground, his face pale, with blood still hanging from the corners of his mouth, obviously also suffered a serious injury.

"Join hands!"

At this moment, Hun Huan roared, his voice full of determination and indomitable spirit. At the same time, he quickly formed seals with both hands and released a terrifying soul technique.

I saw black shadows surging in the void, as if countless resentful souls were roaring and struggling. In the end, these black shadows condensed into a huge Dharma soul body, like a demon god walking out of hell, exuding a heart-pounding breath.

Wang Zhenshou, Zhao Heng and other masters standing on Ling Xiao's side also released their own special skills.

Wang Zhenshou's boxing skills were fierce and unmatched, and each punch seemed to be able to smash mountains and rivers; Zhao Heng's hidden weapon was like the brightest star in the night sky, flashing with cold light, launching a fatal attack on the three main priests.

And the other masters also took out their own special skills. For a time, the entire battlefield was covered by various powerful attacks, as if to completely submerge the three main priests.

Dozens of extremely powerful attacks surged like a raging wave, each of which contained the full force of the masters present, attempting to completely submerge the three chief priests in this torrent of power.

However, facing this overwhelming attack, the three chief priests just smiled contemptuously, and that smile was full of disdain and ridicule for everything in the world.