Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Even though Jian Wuji had just tried to severely injure Lan Yu'er, Ling Xiao only wanted to take one of Jian Wuji's arms as revenge.

Unexpectedly, he used too much force and ended up in this situation.

The rules of the martial arts festival finals only say that you cannot kill your opponent, but there is no rule that you cannot seriously injure your opponent.

Therefore, he did not violate the rules.

"Why! Why! How could I not even be able to block this good-for-nothing boy's sword? How could he be so strong!"

Jian Wuji didn't seem to be listening to Ling Xiao's words. His mind was now full of confusion.

He doesn't understand.

It's really incomprehensible.

Back then, Ling Xiao was just a nobody in front of him who could be killed at any time.

During the three sects' martial arts competition, he didn't even bother to fight Ling Xiao.

But now, he couldn't even catch the opponent's sword.

The huge contrast between before and after made him feel extremely painful, even more terrifying than the physical pain.

He finally understood why even the Holy Son was afraid of Ling Xiao.

This person must not be kept. When you felt that he was insignificant and not worth mentioning, you did not kill him.

But after a while you will find that you suddenly become that poor ant.

"Did you never take your previous battles seriously?"

Jian Wuji roared.

"So be it."

Ling Xiao nodded. There was no need to lie at this time. There were many people who preserved their strength like him. Basically, the warriors who were likely to enter the top ten would all retain their strength. It just depends on how much strength they retained.

He knew Jian Wuji's mood at this moment, which was really one of despair and fear.

To be honest, he was extremely disdainful of this mood.

If it were Jian Wuji in his place, as long as he didn't die, there would still be a chance for revenge, and he would never give up.

This is the difference in personality between people.

The referees in the second group were collectively dumbfounded, and the chief referee was also dumbfounded.

They did have some expectations for Ling Xiao, after all, he was a dark horse.

As a referee, I like to have dark horses to disrupt the situation. Otherwise, the game will be a bit too boring.

However, in their opinion, there should be no problem for Ling Xiao to become one of the top 20 geniuses. It would be more difficult to get into the top ten, and it would be basically impossible to go higher.

They didn't think Ling Xiao was qualified to compare with the top ten young giants, let alone kill Jian Wuji, one of the six princes of the Holy Dynasty, with one sword.

They now even wonder if they are hallucinating.

Did some terrifying master of the evil sect deliberately create this situation?

The referee from the original ten teams took a deep breath and said to the referee from the original team: "You are wrong, you are completely wrong. How could this kid be so strong!"

"Yes, defeating Jian Wuji, one of the Six Young Masters, with one sword. I'm afraid only a few of the Six Young Masters can do this, right?"

"Chief referee, do you think this is his full strength?"

Perhaps feeling that his eyesight was really poor, the former referee from the tenth group looked at the chief referee and asked.

"Maybe he still has hidden strength. After all, he still didn't draw his sword until he defeated Jian Wuji."

After all, the chief referee is a strong man in the Yin and Yang realm, with unique vision. Although it is impossible to completely see through Ling Xiao, he always feels that Ling Xiao still has a trump card.

"This is impossible. If he still has a trump card, wouldn't he be able to compare with the two strongest among the six princes of the Holy Dynasty?"

"Why not? You have underestimated him from the beginning. From the first battle, he has been creating miracles. In every battle, he reveals a little bit of strength but hides something. Who can guarantee that this time he will Didn’t you hide it?”

The chief referee said with a smile: "We are so lucky to have such a weirdo come out of our Holy Land."

"It seems to be true. The next game is really good to watch. In the second group, there are two "Sixth Young Masters of the Holy Dynasty", Mo Wushang and Liu Taiyin. I wonder if he will defeat them all?"

The referees had an inexplicable sense of expectation for Ling Xiao.

The referee was so surprised, not to mention the ordinary onlookers.

All the warriors present who were paying attention to this battle were not surprised or lost their minds.

Jian Wuji, one of the Six Young Masters of the Holy Dynasty, could not make a single move in Ling Xiao's hands. This was simply beyond everyone's imagination.

If it were Mo Wushang, Liu Taiyin, or even Qin Bixue who defeated Jian Wuji, they wouldn't be too surprised.

After all, Mo Wushang and Liu Taiyin were both one of the Six Young Masters.

Qin Bixue is one of the strongest people in the new generation.

But Ling Xiao is nothing, he is just a newcomer in the martial arts festival, and he is a disciple of the Yuehua Sect, the lowest among the twelve sects.

His previous performance was not even as good as Long Chen from the Divine Sword Sect.

But such a newcomer defeated Jian Wuji so easily, how could they not be surprised and not lose their minds.

In the eyes of these people, Ling Xiao's winning streak was nothing, after all, the opponents he encountered were not strong.

Ling Xiao could easily force Po Qianjun to admit defeat and it was still acceptable.

Even for Liang Xiao after defeating the Soul-joining Technique, it was still within the acceptable range.

However, this time, it was unacceptable no matter what.

Who is Ling Xiao's opponent?

That was one of the six best young people in the entire Tianlong Continent, and he was defeated with just one sword?

"Nah, I bet that Ling Xiao is definitely qualified to compete for the seat of the Sixth Young Master of the Holy Dynasty!"

"Damn, aren't you talking nonsense? He has already defeated Jian Wuji. Anyone who dares to say that he is not qualified to compete for the seat of the Sixth Young Master of the Holy Dynasty has something wrong with his brain."

"This guy is really low-key. I haven't seen how strong he is before. This battle was completely shocking and exploded."

"This is called pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. I'll strangle you, you're hidden deep enough!"

"I heard before that this kid wanted to challenge the Holy Son. I thought it was a joke, but now it seems that it may not be a joke."

"Yes, after this battle, no one will look down on him."

Beside the competition stage, Po Qianjun showed an expression of admiration.

In fact, from the moment he lost to Ling Xiao, he had already understood that Ling Xiao was much stronger than him.

It's a pity that no one else believes what he says and thinks he is making excuses to justify his failure.

But now, the iron-clad fact that Ling Xiao defeated Jian Wuji has proved his deduction.

He turned back to look at the temporary person in charge of Tianlong Academy and sneered: "Blow, you keep blowing, can't Jian Wuji defeat Ling Xiao? What did you say just now, so what now?"

The temporary person in charge of Tianlong Academy was completely confused. Ling Xiao's sword just now even made him feel the danger.

He is a warrior in the heaven-human realm, even though he is only in the first-line heaven realm.

But this is still too outrageous.

"Among the second group, who else can stop this Ling Xiao? Mo Wushang or Liu Taiyin? The others may not be qualified."

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