Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

No matter how strong Shi Lei is, he is still only a martial artist in the early stage of the seventh level of martial arts.

He had been hit by several arrows, and his clothes had already been dyed red with blood.

But even so, Shi Lei had no intention of retreating. He even rushed in the direction of the village and attacked the executioners who were killing the villagers.

A few hundred meters away from the village, there was a small team headed by Murong Shao.

This guy led a team of ten people, but he had no intention of helping Shi Lei. Instead, he just watched the joke.

It would be fine if he was just afraid. What made Ling Xiao feel sick was that there was still a mocking smile on his face.

But there are disgusting people like Mr. Murong, and there are also warm-blooded good men.

A team of eight people joined the battle group. Although the strongest person in this team was only at the sixth level of martial arts, they went to help fight without hesitation.

Then another team joined, about ten people.

Their joining significantly boosted Shi Lei's morale.

One person fought against two martial masters at the seventh level of martial arts in the early stage, and they actually became more and more brave as they fought.

"Damn you little ones!"

The boss of the Biyan Tribe finally stood up, and with a gentle move of his hand, seven or eight Qianlong Camp disciples flew out, and three of them died tragically on the spot.

The other four or five were seriously injured and fell into coma, no longer capable of fighting.

The remaining Dream Pill dealers took the opportunity to kill these Qianlong Camp disciples.

However, what they received was a bright and sharp sword light!

Ling Xiao is here!

He increased his speed to the extreme, and even Ling Yixue couldn't keep up.

But even so, he only had time to save a few seriously injured companions.

"Boss, that boy knows how to wield a sword!"

A man standing next to the boss of the Biyan tribe exclaimed in shock.

In fact, he didn't need to say anything, the boss of the Biyan clan had already set his sights on Ling Xiao.

"Boy, did you destroy our Dream Pill factory?"

The boss of the Biyan tribe stopped attacking and stared at Ling Xiao coldly and asked.

As soon as he stopped, the other Qianlong Camp disciples felt much relieved, and the few seriously injured ones were also rescued.

A moment later, Ling Yixue arrived, joined the battle group without saying a word, and intercepted a seventh-level martial arts early stage martial artist, sharing the pressure for Shi Lei.

One-on-one, Shi Lei was no slouch.

In addition, the Dream Pill dealer who secretly cast cold arrows was also entangled by other Qianlong Camp disciples, so he is now considered a dragon into the sea.

Live!

The boss of the Biyan Clan didn't care at all about the fighting situation over there, he seemed to only have Ling Xiao in his eyes.

He became furious when he thought that the boy in front of him might be the one who burned down his Dream Pill factory.

"Ah, that's right."

Ling Xiao nodded.

At this time, there is actually not much difference between admitting and lying, because the seventh-level martial arts peak warrior in front of him will never let him go just because of his words.

"Since you admit it, then suffer death! Today, none of you here can escape, they will all die!"

Crazy laughter echoed in the village where the flames were blazing.

At this time, the boss of the Biyan clan no longer cares about the villagers.

Those villagers were rescued by Qianlong Camp disciples who arrived one after another.

Yin Ran and Leng Mei both joined this group, because they knew very well that their own strength was absolutely impossible for them to be the opponents of the seventh level peak martial artist.

It may not even be an enemy of one, and going up will only cause more chaos.

"As a seventh level peak martial artist, I don't even have a 10% chance of winning."

Ling Xiao smiled bitterly in his heart.

However, there was no movement at all on his face.

The worst that can happen is to use the body of the Hercules Ape again.

It's just that the corpse of the Herculean Divine Ape is okay against a martial artist at the early stage of the seventh level of martial arts. But against a peak martial artist at the seventh level of martial arts, it can at most cause some damage to the opponent, but it is still unable to kill the opponent.

Ling Xiao would not use it easily until the last moment.

"Junior brother, let me help you!"

"Brother Ling, I'm here to help you too!"

Just when Ling Xiao was thinking about how to hold back the Blue Eyes clan boss who was at the seventh level of martial arts peak, he suddenly saw Ling Yixue and Shi Lei moving over.

He turned around and saw that the other two early-stage seventh-level martial arts masters from the Biyan clan had been surrounded by the rest of the Qianlong Camp disciples.

Although these Qianlong camp disciples are only at the peak of martial arts level five to sixth level.

But these are all geniuses. Three or four sixth-level martial arts peaks combined with a few fifth-level martial arts can trap an early-stage seventh-level martial arts master.

Maybe we can't win, but it's enough time to delay.

Everyone understands that the boss of the Blue Eyes Clan, a warrior at the seventh level of martial arts peak, is the key to this battle.

If this person dies, the battle is over.

If he doesn't die, no matter how many disciples there are in Qianlong Camp, they will still all die.

"Hahaha, do you think adding two useless people can stop me?"

The boss of the Biyan Clan burst out laughing, not taking the two martial masters at the early stage of the seventh level of martial arts seriously at all.

"Senior sister, remember not to use the things I gave you before. Just use them at critical times. After all, you are not familiar with them yet!"

When the battle started, Ling Xiao whispered something in Ling Yixue's ear, and then the three of them got into position and prepared to fight.

Thunder Hammer!

Click!

It was like a roar of thunder and lightning. The boss of the Blue Eyes clan waved his hand, and a forging hammer wrapped in purple-blue electricity hit Ling Xiao head-on.

"You two don't need to pay attention to me, just protect yourselves."

Seeing that both Ling Yixue and Shi Lei were showing signs of moving closer to him, Ling Xiao gave a low shout and then retreated violently.

Although he is absolutely impossible to be the opponent of the seventh-level martial arts peak martial artist, there is still no problem in evading with his outstanding body skills.

boom!

The forging hammer lost its target and hit the ground. A huge gap suddenly opened in the ground, and the surrounding ground was trembling.

"Good guy, is this the strength of a warrior at the seventh level of martial arts? It's truly terrifying!"

Ling Xiao believed that if he was hit by this hammer, even if he had the "Nine Transformations of the Golden Body", he would be turned into a pulp.

Avoiding is a smart choice.

"Huh?"

The boss of the Blue Eyes tribe screamed in surprise, because he didn't expect Ling Xiao to have such extraordinary physical skills. It seemed that it would not be easy to deal with him.

"Boy, I admit that you are somewhat capable, but just relying on this to avoid my killing move is too much."

As soon as he finished speaking, an electric dragon actually emerged from the cracked ground.

The speed is simply staggering.

Even Ling Xiao couldn't escape instantly.

It was impossible for Shi Lei and Ling Yixue to rescue him. They watched in shock as the electric dragon pounced on Ling Xiao, but they were unable to do anything.

However, Ling Xiao's face was calm, and there didn't seem to be any emotional fluctuations.

Suddenly, a huge sword fell from the sky, and split the electric dragon with one strike. The overflowing electric current was flying around, but it could no longer cause any damage.

"Giant Sword Heroic Spirit!"

The boss of the Biyan tribe was shocked.

Ling Xiao not only accurately judged the appearance of the electric dragon, but also summoned the giant sword heroic spirit, which was a bit difficult for him to accept.

"Wrong, my name is Giant Sword Martial Spirit!"

Of course, Ling Xiao did not forget to devour the heroic spirit named Meng from the Blue Eyes Tribe. For ordinary warriors, two or three martial souls were already the limit. If there were any more, the soul would not be able to bear it, and neither would the body.

But for Ling Xiao, who has the mountain and river martial spirit, there is no such worry.

The martial spirit of mountains and rivers is all-encompassing and tolerant of everything.

Not to mention a few martial spirits, even dozens or hundreds can be accommodated.

What Ling Xiao lacks now is attack and defense means. Naturally, the more martial spirits the better, but in the future he still plans to specialize in a few martial spirits to find the most appropriate combination.

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