Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Under the sunlight, the thin sword in Ji Mingkong's hand shone strangely, and one could tell at a glance that it was not an ordinary thing.

It is estimated that at worst it is an immortal treasure, and it may have special effects.

The pupils in Ji Mingkong's beautiful eyes shrank slightly, and then he laughed again: "It's meaningless to say anything now. I wanted to bring justice to the Sword King Sect, but it was you who was stubborn and incompetent. I was not wrong. It’s you who are wrong!”

"Justice?"

Ling Xiao really wanted to laugh.

I'm afraid even Ji Mingkong himself wouldn't believe it.

"I've seen shameless people, but there are very few people as shameless as you."

Ling Xiao's face turned cold, and the purple electric sword in his hand shone brighter and brighter.

"Let's get started. There's nothing left to say to people like you."

Feeling the terrifying Tianyuan power gushing out of Ling Xiao's body, a look of surprise flashed across Ji Mingkong's beautiful eyes.

It seems that this kid is really not pretending at all. He went to the Tianmai warrior, but his Tianyuan power was close to 100%. This is something that ordinary Tianmai warriors are completely unable to do.

No wonder this kid can defeat Qin Bixue.

What a pity, facing me, there is still no chance.

The delicate jade hand held a slender sword, and the whirlwind condensed by Tianyuan Power circled and danced on the long sword.

The energy that spilled out continued to collide with the protective wall and the competition stage.

The competition stage, which had been strictly renovated, was still riddled with ravines and ravines by the fierce Tianyuan force, making it very ugly.

Ji Mingkong raised his sword and pointed it at Ling Xiao. The sharp edge of the sword spit out words like a poisonous snake, making people feel a terrible threat.

As the Tianyuan power in the two people's bodies continued to surge out, their aura became more and more powerful.

The atmosphere in the entire competition venue became tense as a result.

The air seemed to be frozen, and everyone seemed to have cast a body-holding spell.

Can't speak.

Don't even dare to move.

Their eyes all turned to the competition stage, and they really wanted to know what the outcome of this battle would be.

It was Ling Xiao, the dark horse, who went all the way and completely defeated the Sixth Young Master of the Holy Dynasty.

Or will Ji Mingkong hold on to his glory?

On the competition stage, Ling Xiao took a deep breath, his eyes filled with black and gold flames.

"Ling Xiao, you must remember that your opponent is the Holy Son, the legal heir of the Holy Dynasty! You'd better..."

At the VIP table, the Holy Emperor was still a little uneasy, so he tried to convey his thoughts to Ling Xiao.

However, what made him frustrated was that before he could finish his words, Ling Xiao moved his feet, turned his body into an afterimage, and stabbed Ji Mingkong with the sword in his hand at an extremely fast speed in front of everyone.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Let's talk about it after the battle!"

The moment the sword light flew past, Ling Xiao threw these words to the Holy Emperor.

Now that the skin has been broken, there is no need to be subtle.

The anger in his chest will completely explode today, and he will show no mercy!

It seemed that the beast that had been waiting for a long time finally reached the time to kill its prey. How could Ling Xiao stop at this time.

Ji Minggong looked coldly at Ling Xiao who rushed over.

There was a bit of disdain in her eyes.

Not only does he possess the natural dragon soul, he also possesses the "Tianji Martial Spirit" passed down from generation to generation in the Holy Dynasty.

The Tianji Martial Spirit allows a warrior to have the ability to fly in the transcendent realm, and can also perform various terrifying ultimate skills.

The natural dragon soul represents vitality and the ability to recover from death.

Tianji Wuhun gave her terrifying attack and defense abilities.

Therefore, it is not without reason that Ji Mingkong is not afraid of Ling Xiao, and even disdains Ling Xiao.

When Ling Xiao was less than ten meters away from her, Ji Mingkong finally moved.

At that moment, a strange pavilion appeared behind her. There were countless strange inscriptions on the pavilion.

This is the concrete form of Tianji Wuhun.

"Whoosh!"

As the inscriptions on the pavilion emitted a soft light, Ji Mingkong's speed also reached an astonishing level. In an instant, he spanned ten meters and passed Ling Xiao.

Because the speed was too fast, many people did not see the moment when they passed each other. The two people had already had an earth-shattering confrontation.

The strange thin sword in Ji Mingkong's hand shook slightly, and the sharp Tianyuan power turned into sword energy and stabbed Ling Xiao's throat.

At that moment, Ling Xiao also took action.

The purple electric sword suddenly flashed with cold light, thunder and lightning roared, and it easily completely shattered Ji Mingkong's sword energy.

After destroying those sword energy, Ling Xiao was not idle.

Strong murderous intent flashed in his cold eyes.

Then a sword stabbed Ji Mingkong in the back.

The terrifying sword energy instantly compressed the air to the point where it was almost solid. Many people even had some illusions, thinking that Ji Mingkong's body had become distorted.

Feeling the strong and fierce sword energy behind him, Ji Mingkong frowned.

It seemed a bit unexpected.

Ling Xiao's reaction and judgment were much better than she imagined.

She had also seen Ling Xiao's battles with others before, and she knew Ling Xiao to a certain extent. Although she said she disdained Ling Xiao, in fact, she was still a little afraid of Ling Xiao.

So during the battle, she was actually very serious.

However, this time, Ling Xiao's performance was better than ever before.

While frowning, Ji Mingkong stabbed backward with his rapier, blocking Ling Xiao's purple electric sword at an extremely weird angle.

Ding!

The collision of gold and iron sounded, but the purple electric sword was not stopped. The terrifying power of thunder and lightning combined with the powerful destructive sword intention, Ling Xiao had the upper hand at this moment.

The slender sword was actually pressed to the point where it was almost like this.

"Hiss~~"

Seeing this scene, the disciples of the Tianwang Sect took a breath of cold air.

They never expected that the initial battle would be such a scene, with Ling Xiao actually daring to fight the Son face to face.

Ji Mingkong is Ji Mingkong after all.

Although he was surprised, he was not panicked.

At that moment, a terrifying Tianyuan force condensed on the thin sword. The originally slender sword instantly widened a lot, and the terrifying power actually ejected Ling Xiao and the Purple Lightning Sword.

"Is this the Tianji Sword?"

In the stands, someone recognized the sword in Ji Mingkong's hand.

"You can't be wrong, she is using the Tianji Sword passed down from generation to generation in the Holy Dynasty, and the sword method she uses is the Tianji Sword Technique!"

"The rumored Tianji Sword is a complete set of swords, ranging from ordinary treasures to legendary divine heavenly weapons. I don't know how many are left in the Holy Dynasty."

"This is not the key anymore. The key is that it is extremely difficult to practice. However, every time you practice one level, you can get a change in the Tianji Martial Soul. There are thirty-six levels in the Tianji Martial Soul, which is the thirty-sixth level of change. So far, only humans have Wang cultivated successfully."

"Yes, other royal children would be thankful to have reached the first level by the age of twenty. But looking at this situation, Her Majesty the Holy Son has already successfully cultivated the third level of 'body transformation', so her Tianji Sword , be it big or small.”

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