Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

As the laughter faded, Bai Yan's figure appeared leisurely near the black knight. He was still so powerful, exuding the unique pressure of a strong man in the Condensation Realm. The pressure was heavy and steady, not weaker than any black knight, and even had a faint tendency to suppress.

Ling Xiao's eyes were fixed on Bai Yan, with a complicated look. He turned his head and looked into the distance, only to see that the battle over there was equally fierce, but the situation was not optimistic.

Bai Yan had just fought with Cheng Shifei and others, but now he could free up his hands to deal with them. This undoubtedly shows that their advantage has become more and more obvious, and the situation is becoming more and more critical.

Sure enough, Ling Xiao's worries were soon confirmed. He noticed that there was also a problem with the battle on Cheng Shifei's side.

As a helper, Wang Zhenshou was seriously injured at this moment, and his battle robe was stained red with blood. He was pale and his breath was weak. He was urgently sent to the city for treatment. Zhao Heng was almost exhausted, sweat dripping down his cheeks, and his movements began to slow down. It was obvious that he had no strength to fight again.

On the battlefield, corpses were lying everywhere, blood dyed the earth red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Those companions who had fought side by side fell one by one at this moment, and Ling Xiao's heart was filled with grief and anger.

He knew that this battle had reached a critical moment of life and death, and they must go all out to have a glimmer of survival.

Farther away, Di Huangzhu's eyes seemed extremely confused, as if swallowed by endless darkness. There was no glimmer of hope in her eyes, and she lacked the courage to continue fighting.

Her body trembled slightly, as if even standing had become extremely difficult. The despair that permeated the surroundings was like an invisible shackle that bound her tightly.

Seeing this, Ling Xiao frowned, and he knew that the current situation had reached a point where it could not be delayed. Only by killing the more representative figures of the other side can these people who have lost confidence regain their fighting spirit.

Otherwise, without the enemy taking action, they will collapse in despair and completely lose the power to resist.

His eyes quickly scanned the battlefield, looking for a possible breakthrough. Suddenly, his eyes fixed on Hun Wuxu, who was fighting fiercely with the Heavenly Soul Saint.

Hun Wuxu, the former elite of the Soul Clan and now a traitor, his existence is undoubtedly a big blow to the morale of the warriors of the Demon Suppression Mansion. But if Hun Wuxu can be killed, it will definitely greatly boost the morale of the warriors of the Demon Suppression Mansion, let them see the dawn of victory, and rekindle the will to fight.

Ling Xiao carefully observed Hun Wuxu's combat status and found that although he had broken through the Condensation Realm, his current cultivation was only the fourth level of the Condensation Realm, which was equivalent to the Heavenly Soul Saint.

This made him feel a little confident. As long as he could find a suitable opportunity, he could easily kill him and win the key battle for the Demon Suppression Mansion.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao took a deep breath, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he released the Daluotian Demon Shadow clone without hesitation, and with all his strength.

These clones were like illusory ghosts, instantly filling the entire battlefield. There were more than 300 of them, each of which exuded an aura similar to Ling Xiao's original body, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, and dazzling.

Although the combat power of these clones was less than half of Ling Xiao's original body, their existence was enough to make the enemy fall into chaos and confusion. Ling Xiao knew that as long as they could confuse the enemy and create opportunities for real battles, these clones had completed their mission.

Under the cover of the clones, Ling Xiao quietly let a clone blend into the crowd, like an invisible venomous snake, quietly approaching Hun Wuxu. The actions of this clone completely attracted the attention of the surrounding enemies, making them mistakenly believe that Ling Xiao's original body was attacking Hun Wuxu.

At the same time, Ling Xiao's original body and the rest of the clones rushed towards Bai Yan like a storm. Their movements were swift and fierce, and each strike contained enough power to shake the heavens and the earth. To outsiders, Ling Xiao was undoubtedly going to launch a fatal attack on Bai Yan and completely destroy the hope of the Zhenhun Palace Holy Hall.

"The genius of the Zhenhun Palace Holy Hall, if I kill you, the Holy Hall will be very sad, right?" Ling Xiao laughed grimly while attacking, and his voice was full of desire for victory and contempt for the enemy. Each of his attacks was precise and fatal, as if he wanted to pour all his anger and unwillingness on Bai Yan.

"Haha, can you kill him? As long as these ten black knights don't underestimate the enemy, you won't even have a chance to get close to me." Bai Yan's words were full of sarcasm and disdain, and his eyes flashed with confidence and arrogance, as if he had already won.

Ling Xiao's face did not change at all when he heard this, and he knew that what Bai Yan said was true.

These ten black knights were strong and well-trained. As long as they didn't underestimate the enemy, they could indeed stop any enemy who tried to approach Bai Yan. This is why Ling Xiao did not choose to attack Bai Yan directly, but chose to attack Hun Wuxu.

Bai Yan, as a true genius of the Holy Temple, his identity and status are naturally extraordinary.

There are always strong people protecting him around him. Whether it is strength or wisdom, he is definitely not an ordinary person. Although Hun Wuxu is also a strong man, he is a defector after all. Compared with a direct genius like Bai Yan, he will naturally not receive the same attention and protection.

Therefore, Ling Xiao's choice to attack Hun Wuxu is undoubtedly a carefully planned plan with relatively low risks.

On the battlefield, warriors are often too busy to consider Ling Xiao's true intentions and plans. They will only react according to the current situation and the enemy's actions, which is exactly what Ling Xiao wants to see.

Ling Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he had already made up his mind.

He knew that he must seize this rare opportunity, use the cover of the clone and the chaotic situation, and quickly and decisively attack Hun Wuxu to give him a fatal blow. Only in this way can he completely disrupt the enemy's position and gain more chances of winning.

On the entire battlefield, shouts and clashes of weapons came one after another, but Ling Xiao seemed to be in another world. In his heart, there was only Hun Wuxu, who was about to become a ghost under his knife, and the upcoming victory.

When Ling Xiao tried his best to attack Bai Yan, but was cleverly resolved by the opponent again and again, and was followed by ten black knights, constantly destroying his clones, the onlookers around him began to talk about it, and many people even cast mocking eyes, thinking that Ling Xiao was completely crazy and had a problem with his brain to make such an unrealistic move.

In the face of these ridicules and doubts, Ling Xiao's face did not show the slightest hesitation or panic.