Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao thought about it, no matter whether it was Chiyang Holy City, Sinful Holy City or Divine Sword Holy City, he would kill every warrior he saw.

Of course, if the other party chooses to leave, that's fine too.

But before Ling Xiao could enter the Tu Shen Pavilion, someone flew out from inside.

The two happened to meet each other.

Naturally, Ling Xiao didn't recognize the person in front of him, but looking at his clothes, he knew he was a warrior from Chiyang Holy City.

"It's you!"

The other person seemed to know him.

Looked very surprised.

But think about it, he is now a famous person in Three Thousand Holy City.

It would be strange if the other party said he didn't know him.

"it's me."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly.

"My luck looks good. It seems you haven't had time to enter the God-Slaying Pavilion yet."

The other party experienced the initial shock, but now he smiled.

This smile is full of pride and indifference.

Ling Xiao frowned, it seemed like there were indeed good things in the God-Slaying Pavilion.

"Remember, my name is Yan Chihuo!

Even after you die, don’t forget it! "

Yan Chihuo sneered and walked over with a long sword in hand.

This person's cultivation level is not very strong, at most he is in the middle stage of the ultimate realm of alchemy.

And he was probably promoted within this year.

Otherwise he should be one of the Ten Holy Sons.

But what made Ling Xiao feel afraid was that Yan Chihuo's body seemed to contain a frightening power.

This is definitely not an illusion, but the other party did get something from the God-Slaying Pavilion.

But even so, Ling Xiao couldn't possibly be afraid.

He stood there without moving, looking at Yan Chihuo indifferently.

He would soon find out what great things there were in the God-Slaying Pavilion.

"Ling Xiao, I know you are very strong. Normally, I would not be your opponent.

But now, everything is different!

As long as I kill you, I can accomplish great things.

In the future, after Senior Brother Chixiao enters Golden City, the position of Senior Brother of Golden City will be mine. "

When Yan Chihuo said this, he suddenly charged towards Ling Xiao.

He held a sword in his hand, and his murderous intent exploded.

It seemed like a simple blow, but it was filled with the threat of death.

Extremely fast!

Extremely powerful!

Extremely accurate!

It's a bit hard to believe that this was stabbed from Yan Chihuo's hand.

There was only a flash of cold light in Ling Xiao's eyes, and then the sword was already in front of him.

Danger!

Even with the Heavenly Demon Xuanwu body at the peak of the ninth level of the emperor, Ling Xiao did not dare to bear it.

This sword skill feels so terrifying.

Could this be what Yan Chihuo got from the Tushen Pavilion?

If that's the case, it's simply too dangerous.

He hurriedly used his body skills to avoid it.

Logically speaking, with his speed, there would be no problem in completely avoiding the blow.

But what surprised him was that Yan Chihuo seemed to have calculated the direction he wanted to avoid.

The sword light finally pierced his body.

The demon's Xuanwu body was unable to defend itself.

His body was stabbed with a bloody mark.

Although it can't penetrate, being able to stab him is already very scary.

After all, the other party is only a warrior in the middle stage of Dan Ultimate Realm.

He is not afraid at all now.

This can only mean that the opponent's sword skills are very strong!

His clothes were stained red with blood.

The wound was not big, but it was very sharp, had a destructive effect, and could not heal automatically.

"It's such a powerful sword skill. I guess it has the power of the tenth level of the emperor."

Ling Xiao thought to himself.

If it didn't reach the tenth level of the emperor's power, it would be absolutely impossible to stab him.

"How about Ling Xiao, are you surprised?"

Yan Chihuo sneered: "You have only two choices now, either die or leave!"

While speaking, Yan Chihuo's attack started again.

The sword light flashed, and there was a little cold light.

It actually gives people an irresistible feeling.

This sword seemed to be the ultimate in speed.

Although there is no feeling of spatial dislocation like that of Poxu Finger.

But because the speed was so fast, it seemed as if the sword light could move instantly.

It was obvious that the opponent had just launched the attack, but the sword light had already arrived.

It's impossible to guard against it.

"Really good swordsmanship!"

Ling Xiao's eyes were filled with excitement.

If the Twenty-Three Dragon Subduing Swordsman retires honorably, this mysterious sword skill can make up for it.

He must get this thing.

"The thing that doesn't know whether to live or die is still laughing?"

Yan Chihuo was very unhappy.

Ling Xiao's expression made him very uncomfortable.

This should not be the expression of a dying man.

In his opinion, Ling Xiao should be desperate.

Or just choose to leave directly.

"Do you think you are invincible because you have such sword skills? What a fool!

If a trash gets such sword skills, he is still just trash! "

Ling Xiao sneered, instead of retreating, he advanced towards Yan Chihuo.

Yan Chihuo snorted coldly and shook the sword in his hand.

In an instant, it stabbed Ling Xiao again.

A trace of blood was left on Ling Xiao's throat.

But Ling Xiao had no intention of dodging, and he couldn't dodge anyway.

Of course, there was another reason why Ling Xiao didn't avoid it.

Although the opponent's attack can hurt him, it cannot cause him serious injury.

In the final analysis, the warrior's own foundation is too poor.

"Get away!"

After receiving a direct blow from Yan Chihuo, Ling Xiao was already in front of Yan Chihuo.

The terrifying fist struck up.

Yan Chihuo was startled and hurriedly avoided.

But he didn't expect that this was just Ling Xiao's cover.

It was a fake attack, but the original intention was to get past Yan Chihuo and enter the Tushen Pavilion.

He had observed it.

There is a layer of formation outside the Tushen Pavilion.

As long as there are warriors inside, no one else can enter.

As long as he enters there, Yan Chihuo can no longer attack him.

Of course, he could kill Yan Chihuo here, but he might have to expose Zhouguang Divine Fist.

Only the Zhouguang Divine Fist can truly restrain Yan Chihuo's fast sword.

Can't even break the virtual finger.

The Poxu Finger can only create a lose-lose situation for both parties.

Ling Xiao also planned to hide the Zhouguang Divine Fist and use it in the last round of battle.

So he chose the simplest and most direct method.

Enter the Tushen Pavilion and practice martial arts.

He believed that even a loser like Yan Chihuo could successfully cultivate sword skills, so he could do the same.

And he is definitely better at cultivating than Yan Chihuo.

When Yan Chihuo discovered Ling Xiao's purpose, it was already too late.

The gate of Tushen Pavilion is closed and the formation is opened.

Ling Xiao has already arrived inside.

Yan Chihuo stood there, looking in the direction of Tushen Pavilion with cold eyes, his expression a bit ugly.

He just said that Ling Xiao only had two choices.

One is death, the other is separation.

But Ling Xiao slapped him hard now.

"waste!"

In the audience, Holy Lord Chiyang cursed helplessly.

Under this situation, Yan Chihuo failed to kill Ling Xiao.

I'm afraid I missed the best opportunity.

Is this kid Ling Xiao really immortal?

On the other side, Jiang Nan and others were obviously relieved.

The scene just now really scared them.

I thought Ling Xiao really had to leave the game.

At this time, Ling Xiao had already entered the Tushen Pavilion.

The moment he entered, he felt a terrifying sword intent hovering in the God-Slaying Pavilion.