Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

?"Yes, senior brother!"

Wu Zui had just lost face. He naturally knew that he could not be Ling Xiao's opponent, but if it was a slave with a lower cultivation level than him, it would be different. He would definitely be able to kill him and then regain his strength. Confidence.

"Your cultivation level has surpassed that of this slave, but it doesn't matter. This is a cultivation control ring. When you wear it, you can only exert your strength with the same cultivation level as your opponent."

When the host saw Wu Zui, he naturally recognized him as a core disciple of the Sword King Sect. Although he was relatively low in the ranking, he did not dare to offend him easily.

In the Sword King Sect, the ten core disciples are the treasures of the sect.

This is exactly the same as in Yuehua Sect.

"Senior Brother Ling, what do you think?"

Leng Hao looked at Ling Xiao and asked.

"Shameless!"

Ling Xiao snorted coldly and said: "What a bullshit control ring, it's just for show. The control ring is just an ordinary jade ring, it has no meaning."

"If that's the case, isn't that slave in trouble? No matter how powerful he is, he still can't be the opponent of Wu Zui, who is at the seventh level of the extraordinary realm."

Although Dai Yuling does not have the attributes of a holy mother like Zhao Ci, she is still kind, but she will not abuse her kindness.

Like many normal people, she has sympathy for these slaves.

"You are right, but this is the rule of the Colosseum, right? This Colosseum belongs to the Sword King Sect. How could the Sword King Sect let a precious disciple of its own sect be killed?"

Ling Xiao said disdainfully: "I just asked Liu Cang that guy. Over the years, no core disciple has ever died in this Colosseum, not even once! Under normal circumstances, this is simply not possible. Possible things.”

"I see, that's really shameless!"

Leng Hao cursed.

"Shameless, it's still coming."

Ling Xiao sneered and said: "That Wu Zui, although his cultivation is much better than that slave, his actual combat ability is too poor. He is like a flower growing in a greenhouse. In the battle later, he will probably be suppressed by that slave, hum. , there will definitely be something good to watch next.”

"No, Senior Brother Ling, no matter how shameless this Colosseum is, he won't directly interfere in this battle, right?"

Leng Hao said in surprise.

"Whether it is possible or not, we will know later."

There was no argument. He had seen many shameless people. This kind of thing was actually very common in the world.

The host left.

The slave's eyes suddenly changed.

Originally there was endless sorrow and helplessness, but now there was only hatred and anger in his eyes!

This kind of hatred is obviously directed at Wu Zui!

No, maybe it’s aimed at the Sword King Sect!

Wu Zui was startled by the terrifying murderous aura emanating from this slave, and took two steps back.

"die!"

The slave uttered a word full of anger, and his body turned into a sword light and rushed towards Wu Sin.

He has no intention of holding back!

Because he hates it!

He was originally a promising warrior, but he was captured by the Sword King Sect in despicable ways and put on a bronze mask that disfigured him.

He hates it!

He hates everyone in the Sword King Sect and wants to kill them all!

The slave also used a sword, the same as Ling Xiao.

Although his swordsmanship is not comparable to Ling Xiao's, it is more than enough to deal with Wu Sui.

That sword light was so fast that Wu Zui was so frightened that he was confused. In desperation, he used all his strength.

Behind him, the shadow of a death row prisoner appeared.

Like the Immortal Prisoner King, this Death Row King once dominated the Colosseum, but his record of consecutive victories was longer than that of the Death Row King, with as many as a thousand games.

In the end, he exhausted himself to death.

Unexpectedly, his soul also became someone else's martial soul.

The moment the Death Row Martial Spirit appeared, Wu Zui's whole body became cold and cruel, and his frightened look suddenly disappeared.

This is one of the functions that martial spirits bring to warriors.

Bang!

The two attacks collided.

There was a huge roaring sound, and the slave's eyes still showed hot hatred. There was nothing else in his eyes. The only thought was revenge!

Although the two of them took a few steps back at the same time, the slave launched another attack, not giving Wu Zui any chance to breathe.

Wu Zui's fighting will was basically given by the soul of the death row prisoner. His own soul was so fragile that it made people speechless.

After a few head-on blows, Wu Zui panicked again.

As for the slave, he has also summoned his own martial spirit.

That's a sword!

A broken sword!

It was the magic sword that finally appeared when the Ling family was under siege and completely defeated the enemy.

The reason why the Divine Sword Sect is called the Divine Sword Sect is because of that sword.

This sword has now become a martial spirit!

Ling Xiao stood up suddenly.

He was shaking all over!

Because the slave was wearing a mask, he could not identify his appearance, but at this moment, he could already confirm the slave's identity.

He turned out to be Ling Wuhen!

The former head of the Divine Sword Sect, this time he went to the Sword King Sect with Ling Yihang to participate in the four factions' martial arts competition.

Why is he here!

It turned out to be like this?

Ling Xiao was trembling, not because he was afraid, but because he was angry and wanted to kill someone!

Such anger was only felt when his relatives were killed!

The terrifying murderous aura permeating his body made Leng Hao and others sitting next to him pale and terrified.

On the battle beast battlefield, the battle continues.

Ling Wuhen released his martial spirit, and his combat power suddenly soared.

Coupled with the absolutely suitable and classic martial arts brought to him by Ling Xiao, after a few moves, Wu Zui was forced to retreat.

"kill him!"

Ling Xiao shouted loudly.

In fact, he didn't need to say anything, Ling Wuhen would not let the person in front of him go.

Because it was the people of the Sword King Sect who turned him into what he is now. He hated the people of the Sword King Sect and wished he could raze the Sword King Sect to the ground.

Although he may not be able to do it, there is still no problem in killing the person in front of him!

"when!"

Seeing that Wu Zui's throat was about to be pierced by Ling Wuhen's sword, the host suddenly jumped into the arena and blocked Ling Wuhen's sword light.

The host's strength has reached 10% strength and half-step Tianzun.

No matter how strong Ling Wuhen is, no matter how talented he is, it's useless. In the face of absolute power, he can't be the host's opponent.

"enough!"

The host looked at Ling Wuhen coldly and said, "This battle ends here!"

Perhaps this was not the first time something like this had happened. Most of the spectators in the stands were not surprised and just cursed the Sword King Sect in their hearts for being shameless.

They agreed to fight to the death, but now they call for a stop when they see that the slaves have the upper hand. There is no such logic in the world.

But who told this to be Sword King City?

Who let this Colosseum belong to the Sword King Sect?

"Why!"

Ling Wuhen roared angrily. He didn't seem to be aware of Ling Xiao in the stands. At this time, he was already filled with hatred. He just wanted revenge. He didn't care about anything else.

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