Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

In that dark and deep space, Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with determination and coldness. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to take all the power between heaven and earth into his chest.

Then, he slowly closed his eyes and silently chanted the ancient spell, which was a mystery that only the truly strong could comprehend.

When the last syllable fell, a vast and boundless power burst out from his body. It was the soul of the God-Slaying Sword, a terrifying power that could shake the world.

In his right hand, he tightly grasped a bloodthirsty knife. The blade seemed to be entangled with endless resentment and blood. Every swing was accompanied by a heart-pounding whistle; in his left hand, he held the God-Slaying Sword. The sword was crystal clear and exuded a faint cold light, like ice from the underworld, which could freeze everything in the world.

The next moment, Ling Xiao rushed forward, his figure shuttled between the skeletons like a ghost, a sharp knife light and sword light intertwined, like two silver dragons circling in the air, in an instant, hundreds of skeletons in front of him were directly chopped to pieces under this terrifying sword light, turning into flying bone fragments.

Although these skeletons have strange powers and can be continuously restored, the recovery process is not completed instantly, but requires a certain amount of time.

Ling Xiao knew this very well, so he did not choose to wait in place, but took advantage of this momentum and continued to rush forward with the sword.

Because at the end of the endless darkness, he vaguely saw a trace of unusual light, as if something was lying there quietly, waiting for him to discover.

Along the way, Ling Xiao's figure was like a flash of lightning, and wherever he passed, whether it was skeletons or skulls, they were shattered under this terrifying sword, and no one could stop it. However, as time went on, Ling Xiao gradually felt the pressure.

Because the skeletons around seemed endless, more and more enemies came from all directions, waving their white bone claws or opening their black eyes, roaring shrilly, trying to stop Ling Xiao's progress.

Although Ling Xiao was strong, he had to stop temporarily in the face of such a tide of enemies, adjust his breathing, and prepare for a more intense battle.

In this dim and depressing space, wherever Ling Xiao looked, there were dense skeletons. They surged like a tide, with a number of at least 100,000. At a glance, it seemed that the whole world was occupied by them.

What was even more frightening was that after being defeated, these skeletons could quickly condense and form again from the ground or the air, as if they had immortal bodies and were endless.

The most outrageous thing was that as time went on, these skeletons seemed to become stronger and stronger. Their movements were faster and their attacks were more ferocious. Every time they swung their bone claws or swung their rotten swords, they carried a terrifying force that was enough to tear apart space.

Ling Xiao could clearly feel that he could kill at least hundreds of skeletons with his swords and knives before, but now, even if he tried his best, he could only barely kill a dozen. This huge contrast made him feel powerless.

This brought Ling Xiao great pressure. Fine beads of sweat began to ooze out of his forehead, and his breathing became rapid. He knew that if he continued like this, he would sooner or later be overwhelmed by these endless skeletons.

Ling Xiao's face became a little ugly. He clenched his teeth and held the sword tightly with both hands. He tried his best every time he swung it. However, these corpses seemed to be endless. Now that there were so many, he had killed so many that his hands were soft and his arms were so sore that he could hardly lift them.

"What kind of test is this?" Ling Xiao roared in his heart. He couldn't understand why he was in such a desperate situation.

But at this moment, he had no time to think, because the skeletons around him were constantly approaching, with greed and killing flashing in their eyes, as if they wanted to devour him completely.

Ling Xiao took a deep breath and temporarily suppressed the fear and fatigue in his heart. He knew that the only thing he could do now was to kill, to kill madly!

He swung his sword, and every attack was full of determination and anger, as if he wanted to pour all his unwillingness and despair on these skeletons.

In this endless darkness, Ling Xiao's figure was like a flash of lightning, constantly shuttling among the skeletons. Every swing of the sword was accompanied by a sound of flesh and bones being separated, which was a testimony of his struggle against fate.

In this dim space, the passage of time seemed to have lost its meaning. Ling Xiao only felt that everything around him was caught in an endless cycle. Every swing of the sword and every dodge seemed to be repeating the same action, while the fatigue of the body was constantly accumulating.

He didn't know how long he had been fighting. It could be an hour, a day, or even longer. In short, this period of time felt so long, so long that he almost lost all his patience and strength.

Sweat kept falling from his forehead, soaking his clothes, and every breath was accompanied by the violent rise and fall of his chest. Ling Xiao could clearly feel that his physical strength was rapidly fading. The power of each sword swing was weakening, and even his footsteps became heavy.

He knew that he had reached his limit. If he continued like this, he might not be able to hold on.

However, at the moment when he relaxed a little, the skeletons seemed to smell his fatigue and pounced on him. Their white bone claws drew hideous arcs in the air, with a harsh whistling sound, as if they were going to tear him into pieces.

Ling Xiao's face was cold, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He knew that he could not fall down, otherwise he would fall into an irretrievable situation.

In the correct version of Yiyi!

He quickly took out a bottle of pills from his arms. It was the pills he had spent a lot of effort to refine during this period. Each pill contained rich energy.

Ling Xiao grabbed a handful of pills without hesitation and stuffed them into his mouth. The pills melted in his mouth and turned into a warm current that flowed into his body, instantly replenishing his lost physical strength and consumed source power.

Fortunately, he knew how to refine pills, and fortunately, he got a lot of pills during this period, otherwise he really couldn't imagine how long he could hold on.

However, even so, Ling Xiao still felt a little helpless.

These skeletons had no energy in their bodies, and his Devouring Heaven Demonic Art could not be used at all. Otherwise, he could use this powerful technique to devour the energy in these skeletons to replenish himself, but now, he can only rely on pills and his own strength to support himself.

"Since you want to fight me, I will fight you to the end!" Ling Xiao's mouth curled up into a sneer, which contained endless ridicule for the enemy and absolute confidence in his own strength.