Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Sir, you still have to be careful, those two people from the Tian Nin Auction House are very strong!"

Leng Mei is not as calm as Ling Xiao. After all, she only has the peak cultivation level of the sixth level of martial arts and has not yet broken through to become a martial artist.

"Well, they are very strong, not far behind Li Xinghui, and they are two people. In terms of combat experience, they should be better than Li Xinghui."

Ling Xiao analyzed as he walked: "But it's nothing."

He had just successfully practiced the first form of "The Divine Prison King Fist" and his forehand was itchy. Someone came to his door to let him practice. Why not?

"Leng Mei, don't take action later."

Ling Xiao suddenly stopped and said.

"Master!"

"Needless to say, I have something new that I want to try. If you try, you won't be able to test it accurately."

"Okay, but if the young master is in danger, I have to take action." Leng Mei insisted.

"up to you!"

Ling Xiao is not a stubborn person. If there is really danger, he will naturally want someone to help.

After the discussion was settled, Ling Xiao simply turned around and looked at the two late-level seventh-level martial arts masters not far away who were trying to avoid them.

The green clothes are fluttering in the wind, like a sword fairy.

"You two don't need to hide anymore. I have been following you for so long. If you don't take action, I will return to Baiyun Temple."

Ling Xiao just looked at a bush and said lightly.

"Whizzing!"

Two figures rushed out and surrounded Ling Xiao on both sides.

Now that they've been discovered, there's no point in them hiding.

The rest of the warriors who were following did not take action. Their plan was to fight for the benefit of the snipe and the clam, and they wanted to see the outcome of this battle before making a decision.

Ling Xiao suddenly took a step forward.

The whole space suddenly became extremely cold.

This step seemed to change the surrounding environment. The originally tree-lined world suddenly became dark and damp, and even seemed to smell of decay and death.

In the ears, it seems that you can hear the howling of ghosts and wolves.

There seemed to be ghosts playing in his body.

The warriors hiding in the dark looked at the fortune tellers with frightened eyes.

The two seventh-level martial arts masters from the Tianren Auction House paused for a moment, and their bodies visibly shook for a moment.

But he seemed to be freed from that predicament immediately, and then turned into two afterimages, like two black arrows, tearing the air and shooting towards Ling Xiao.

"The Divine Prison King's Fist - Bull Head Split!"

A cold voice came out of Ling Xiao's mouth.

He assumed a strange posture.

At that moment, the two afterimages suddenly stopped, and their whole bodies became stiff, as if a terrible evil wind had been thrust into their bodies.

The whole person will be swallowed up by this strange coldness.

The terrifying wind howled between heaven and earth.

The two afterimages desperately used various martial arts to try to protect themselves.

One person waved his palms continuously.

One man's long sword flashed with cold light.

The ripples generated by the true essence struggled in this space where the wind was raging.

"Whoops——!"

"Whoops——!"

A huge gasp sounded.

In everyone's eyes, Ling Xiao disappeared.

In its place was a giant monster.

A man with a minotaur head and a huge ax in his hand.

The most terrifying thing is the breath of death that keeps coming out of the monster's body.

"Die!"

Heavy footsteps sounded on the ground.

The minotaur wielded a huge ax and approached the two seventh-level martial artists step by step.

The slower it went, the stronger the panic in the two people's hearts.

Every time it took a step, the two people's hearts trembled.

Resist stubbornly.

Maybe it's the current situation of these two people.

They frantically swallowed the true energy, fighting against the terrifying wind, trying to crush this dark space.

But it was no use.

The minotaur still walked up to them, and struck the two of them hard with the huge axe.

"Kacha!"

"Kacha!"

The two martial arts masters actually cracked like ceramics.

"Fist of the Divine Prison King"!

Not only does it have terrifying power, but it can also be used with soul power to cause the enemy to hallucinate, and then fall into it, completely losing their ability to resist.

If Ling Xiao had mastered this martial arts when dealing with Li Xinghui, then Li Xinghui would have been killed with one move.

horrible!

Even Ling Xiao thought this "Prison King Fist" was too scary.

The two seventh-level martial arts masters died just like that, without even being able to take action, they died in the illusion they created.

In the darkness, the warriors who followed were in shock, their hearts trembling as if they had seen the most terrifying thing since they were born.

"ghost--!"

"Devil from Hell!"

"not human!"

Screams of horror arose one after another, and everyone fled, leaving only the two cold corpses, Ling Xiao and Leng Mei.

"Pity."

After a long time, Ling Xiao sighed.

"What's wrong, young master, aren't you satisfied with this power?"

Leng Mei asked doubtfully.

"Forgot something."

Ling Xiao smiled bitterly and said: "I originally planned to combine the ghost ship's remnant soul with the "God's Prison King Fist" to test the effect, but I forgot about it."

Leng Mei was speechless, why should she take it seriously? This young master of hers really regarded two late-level seventh-level martial arts masters as test subjects.

"Forget it, let's go back. The side effects of "Fist of the Divine Prison King" are too great. Both of my arms are completely broken."

Ling Xiao shook his arms hanging by his sides and said, "It's time to practice the Nine Transformations of the Golden Body to the highest level."

"Sir, the things on those two people haven't been collected yet."

Leng Mei reminded.

"No need to search. Death warriors like them usually don't have anything good on them. I'm afraid they don't even have a storage ring."

Ling Xiao shook his head and said.

Although he said so, Ling Xiao, who was once a beggar, was still unwilling to let go of these two corpses.

Unfortunately, as he deduced, these two people did not have storage rings on them, and they did not even have money bags.

"Huh? What is this?"

Ling Xiao struck out with a palm, and a ball of flame burned, burning the two corpses cleanly.

He once practiced the "Red Yang Kung", although it is basically no longer used because the level is too low, but there is still no problem in doing this kind of thing.

Interestingly, after the body was burned clean, even the bones were burned clean, but a black piece of iron was preserved.

"It looks like a sword!"

Leng Mei said.

"This is obviously a foot-long piece of iron, so why did it become a sword?"

Ling Xiao asked a little unclearly.

"It is said that in ancient times, there was a swordsman in the human race. His sword was an iron piece, about one foot long."

Leng Mei explained: "This swordsman always kills people with one sword, so it doesn't matter what he uses. The enemy's magic weapon doesn't mean much to him."

"so smart!"

Ling Xiao had never heard of such a master.

"I also heard from a captain of Qianlong Camp. That captain seems to be the descendant of this swordsman."

"Good guy, this terrifying murderous intention can make people collapse in an instant!"

The moment Ling Xiao picked up the iron piece, he saw many scenes of death. If his soul hadn't been strong enough, he would have collapsed in an instant.

This thing should have been wrapped in something to prevent the murderous intent from being revealed, but it was burned when he burned the body just now.

"Keep it for now and study it slowly later."

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao put the iron piece into Shanhe Wuhun.

Even with the powerful killing intent, there is no trouble in the world of mountains and rivers.

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