Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao felt an invisible pressure. He straightened his spine involuntarily and looked into those eyes, trying to read something from them. But those eyes were as deep as the sea, revealing nothing but endless darkness.

"Senior!" Ling Xiao summoned up his courage, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice, but tried his best to remain calm and respectful. His eyes were fixed on the bandaged man, expecting even the slightest response.

However, there was still deathly silence all around, and the bandaged man was as motionless as a sculpture. Ling Xiao couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart, but he was not discouraged. Instead, he adjusted his breathing slightly to make his voice clearer and more sincere:

"Hello, senior, I am Lingxiao, from the Demon Suppressing Mansion. I have a deep master-disciple relationship with the Demon Dragon Emperor of the Demon Dragon Clan. Although my dragon transformation skills are not complete, I am always in awe. , eager to carry it forward.

I heard that complete exercises can be found here, so I came here with admiration, hoping to get guidance and teachings from seniors. "

Ling Xiao's words were full of sincerity and desire. He hoped to impress this mysterious senior. However, the response to him was still the suffocating silence. The bandaged man's eyes were still deep and empty, as if Ling Xiao's words had never fallen into his ears.

Faced with such a situation, Ling Xiao couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration in his heart, but he did not give up.

So, he was silent for a moment, with a slightly bitter smile on his lips, and spoke again: "If the seniors want to leave the inheritance of the Demon Dragon Clan, if they don't choose me, it will be the Demon Dragon Clan's biggest loss. You see, I am so good, and I have an indissoluble bond with the Demon Dragon King, and I am even one of the four demon masters of the Demon Sect. Although I am young, I have unlimited potential. I believe that only I can truly pass on the glory of the Demon Dragon Clan."

He tried to use his own strength and background to prove that he was a candidate worthy of trust. However, in the face of his almost "shameless" self-promotion, the bandaged man was still like a wood carving and clay sculpture, without any response.

Ling Xiao sighed helplessly, with a trace of loss and self-mockery flashing in his eyes: "Forget it, since senior doesn't want to believe me, then just think that my trip was in vain. I just don't know whose miss it is. The loss is greater.”

There was a hint of imperceptible bitterness in his voice, as if he was feeling helpless at the uncertainty of fate. After saying that, he shook his head slightly and turned around to leave. There was a bit of determination in his steps, but also seemed to be mixed with a bit of reluctance.

At this moment, a low and powerful voice suddenly sounded from behind Ling Xiao, like a giant beast that had been sleeping for a long time waking up in the darkness, with a majesty that could not be ignored: "Human!"

Ling Xiao turned around suddenly, his eyes instantly locked on the bandaged man.

The bandaged man, who originally seemed lifeless and lifeless, slowly stood up at this moment. His body seemed to have broken free from some invisible shackles, exuding a heart-stopping aura. Under the bandage, those deep eyes shone with a strange light, as if they could see through all the illusions in the world.

Ling Xiao was startled and was about to speak when he saw the bandaged man raise his hand and tap lightly. The fingertips seemed to contain endless power. A terrifying coercion instantly enveloped Ling Xiao's whole body, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and was unable to move.

It was a sense of oppression coming from the depths of his soul, making Ling Xiao feel suffocated and desperate like never before.

"Oops!" Ling Xiao's face changed drastically, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He quickly mobilized his spiritual power to try to break free from this restraint. However, the strength of the bandaged man was like a vast ocean, unfathomable, and Ling Xiao's efforts seemed so insignificant and feeble.

At this critical moment, the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, which was silent in the storage ring, seemed to sense the crisis of its master. The sword trembled slightly, and then suddenly broke out of the air, with a sharp sword intent, turning into a black lightning. , pointing directly at the bandaged man.

Wherever the sword tip passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, leaving behind a series of slender spatial cracks, demonstrating its power that should not be underestimated.

This scene happened too suddenly. A trace of surprise flashed in the bandage man's eyes, but he did not flinch. Instead, he raised his hand and waved. An invisible force collided with the sword light of the Black Sky Sword, and burst out. The deafening roar shook the entire space.

boom!

A loud noise echoed in the small space like thunder, making Ling Xiao's eardrums buzz.

Although the attack of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was blocked by the bandaged man with astonishing strength, the impact still knocked him away, like a kite with a broken string, and hit the wall behind hard, leaving behind A deep crack.

Ling Xiao was shocked. The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword by himself was definitely not so powerful. From this point of view, he had dragged down the sword. The attack of this sword was much more terrifying than imagined.

It seems that my previous understanding was still too superficial. The attack of this sword was more terrifying and unfathomable than imagined. He couldn't help but secretly sigh, it was indeed one of the nine great swords of Baize Continent, and it really lived up to its reputation.

At this time, the bandaged man climbed up from the ground with difficulty. His face was full of horror and disbelief, as if he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. He stared at Ling Xiao closely and asked with a hint of trembling in his voice: "Who are you? Why do you have such a powerful divine sword?"

Ling Xiao looked at the bandaged man's frightened expression, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart.

He smiled slightly, his eyes shining with confidence and calmness, and said slowly:

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"I want to ask you, attacking others without saying a word, is this the etiquette of your demon dragon clan? I advise you not to do anything reckless, I believe you can also see what kind of sword that is, you are not its opponent. If you don't want to end up in disgrace, it's better to put away your arrogance."

Ling Xiao's words carried some threats and warnings, but more of a calm confidence. He knew that he had the upper hand at this time, as long as he kept calm, he could firmly control the situation. The bandaged man was obviously frightened by the power of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword and dared not to attack easily.

"Demon Lord Black Sky Sword!" The bandaged man's voice was filled with a trace of unconcealable fear. His eyes were fixed on the black long sword floating in the air, and his face became extremely ugly.

As a member of the demon dragon clan, how could he not know this sword? That was the sword of the former master of Bai Ze Continent, the leader of the Demon Sect, the Demon Lord. Its reputation was so great that everyone knew it.

Seeing this, Ling Xiao couldn't help but feel a little proud.

He raised his chin slightly, looked at the bandaged man firmly, and said with an unquestionable firmness: "Senior, since you know this sword, you should understand that I have been recognized by the Demon Lord. This time I came here from afar just to learn the complete dragon transformation technique, and I hope you can help me."