Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

As for Jiang Xiqing, although she is not as powerful as Jiang Xiruo, her progress is obvious.

Her cultivation level has been raised to a new level, at least now it is no longer difficult to deal with some ordinary Ningzhen Realm experts. Her smile was still as warm as before, but her determination and courage made her even more dazzling on the battlefield.

"I'll go over there to help." Jiang Xiqing's words were filled with unquestionable determination. Her eyes once again swept across the chaotic and cruel battlefield, where Cheng Shifei and others were locked in a bitter battle. Their figures were under the enemy's attack. The ground is crumbling, and every confrontation seems to be a struggle with life.

An unspeakable sadness and indignation welled up in Jiang Xiqing's heart. She could no longer stand by and watch, she had to help them, even if it was just to lighten their burden a little bit.

After saying that, she stretched out her figure, and like a light wind, she quickly flew towards the battlefield where Cheng Shifei and others were. Her speed was so fast that she almost left an afterimage on the spot, and her eagerness and determination made the air around her freeze.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiruo nodded slightly, and her eyes immediately turned to the four chief priests. What was revealed in those eyes was no longer tenderness and love, but an icy coldness and a determined fighting spirit.

At this time, Ling Xiao seemed to be transformed into a ruthless killing machine. The bloodthirsty knife and the God-killing Sword in his hands were like two bolts of lightning, piercing the sky and hitting the vital points of the black-robed priests.

Every blow contained terrifying power that could destroy everything, leaving those black-robed priests with almost no time to react.

The black-robed priests, who were usually aloof, now looked so fragile in front of Ling Xiao.

They are good at long-range spellcasting, but once Ling Xiao gets close, those gorgeous spells and incantations are in vain, and they are not even as flexible and tough as some Celestial Realm warriors.

Puff, puff... With two crisp sounds, three more black-robed priests fell under Ling Xiao's attack. Their bodies exploded in the sword light and turned into a blood mist, dissipating in the air.

There was no mercy or hesitation in Ling Xiao's eyes, only determination for victory and indifference towards the enemy. He knew that on this cruel battlefield, any trace of weakness and kindness could be fatal.

At the same time, Ling Xiao was like a bottomless pit, swallowing up the energy essence of those black-robed priests one by one and transforming it into his own cultivation. As waves of majestic energy poured into his body, his cultivation also reached a breakthrough again, and he was steadily promoted from the first level of the Martial Soul Realm to the second level of the Martial Soul Realm.

Although this is only a small level improvement, the increase in combat power contained in it is extremely considerable.

Ling Xiao could clearly feel that every blow he struck became more powerful, and every move and every move contained more terrifying power. His eyes shone with excitement and confidence, as if the whole world was trembling beneath his feet.

The faces of the four chief priests became increasingly gloomy as they witnessed Ling Xiao's improvement. He stared at Jiang Xiruo next to Ling Xiao with burning eyes, his voice filled with a hint of disbelief and anger: "You are the genius of the Demon Suppressing Palace, Jiang Xiruo, who gave even the Holy Temple a headache back then!"

When saying this, the four chief priests' voices were full of shock and awe. He was well aware of Jiang Xiruo's strength and talent, which made the entire world of cultivation tremble. Now, she appears here, and it seems that her strength has almost recovered.

"Could it be that... you are the person behind this kid?" The eyes of the four chief priests wandered back and forth between Jiang Xiruo and Ling Xiao, and his heart was filled with doubts and vigilance.

He understood that if Jiang Xiruo really stood behind Ling Xiao, then their actions today would probably fall short.

Ling Xiao also looked at Jiang Xiruo, his eyes flashing with joy and excitement. He never thought that his mother would appear at this time, let alone that she would come to save him personally. After all, my mother has been imprisoned for so many years, and fully recovering her strength will not happen overnight.

But at this moment, looking at his mother's familiar and firm figure, Ling Xiao's heart was filled with warmth and strength. He knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, as long as his mother was there, he would have the motivation and courage to persevere.

"I'm late for my mother." Jiang Xiruo's voice contained a hint of remorse and tenderness. She looked at Ling Xiao affectionately, her eyes full of pampering and care. These words were like a ray of spring breeze, blowing away the haze and uneasiness in Ling Xiao's heart.

"Fortunately, you're okay, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do." Jiang Xiruo's words were full of joy and gratitude. She held Ling Xiao's hand tightly, as if she was afraid that he would suddenly disappear. . This maternal love, so deep and sincere, made Ling Xiao's heart feel warm.

"Mom, let's not talk about it for now. Do these bastards!" Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with anger and determination. He had just witnessed the warriors on his side fall one by one. The cruelty and ruthlessness of those black-robed priests made him He was already extremely angry.

At this time, with his mother's help, he naturally couldn't wait to fight back and avenge his fallen comrades.

"Okay!" Jiang Xiruo didn't say much, just responded briefly. Her figure suddenly disappeared on the spot, like a breeze blowing by, leaving only a faint afterimage.

In the distance, the expressions of the four chief priests instantly became extremely ugly, and his eyes flashed with fear and uneasiness.

He never expected that Jiang Xiruo's strength would recover so quickly, and her attack was so fierce that he didn't even have time to react, and was directly blown away a hundred meters away.

Bang! With a loud bang, the body of the fourth chief priest hit a big tree heavily, and the leaves flew and the trunk swayed. He struggled to get up from the ground, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of shock and unwillingness.

However, at this moment, Jiang Xiruo's figure appeared in his sight again. However, this time, there were more than a dozen mysterious warriors around her.

These warriors were dressed in black tights, exuding a faint murderous aura. They were obviously warriors of the Holy Hall and belonged to the four chief priests. Their appearance made the already tense atmosphere even more solemn.

These warriors formed a circle, surrounding Jiang Xiruo and Ling Xiao, and their eyes were full of vigilance and hostility. But Jiang Xiruo just glanced at them lightly, as if looking at a group of ants.

Jiang Xiruo just smiled contemptuously, with a bit of disdain and indifference in her smile, as if everything in this world was just a passing cloud in her eyes. She shook the long sword in her hand lightly, and the sword seemed to be wrapped with endless coldness and sharpness, instantly solidifying the entire space.