Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

?"Damn, I said you two are fighting, can you not destroy the protective wall? We old guys will be exhausted to death?"

An older referee was so angry that his teeth itched, but his face looked excited щww..lā

Although the battles of these little babies were nothing in his eyes, it was completely different to have such terrifying attacks at this age.

To be honest, although he was tired, he was still happy that such an outstanding young hero could appear on Tianlong Continent.

Ji Mingkong stopped and looked at the broken protective wall, the expression on his face was not very good.

Although with her speed, it is basically impossible for Ling Xiao's attack to hit her.

But the problem is, once such a powerful attack hits her, she will still be injured even with her defense.

With a cold snort, Ji Mingkong's aura suddenly surged, and the Tianyuan Power on the sword became stronger and stronger.

But just in an instant, her pupils suddenly shrank.

Because Ling Xiao suddenly appeared in front of her, only an inch away from him.

"Asshole, it's actually a clone!"

All of Ling Xiao's clones are physical, because each Sword Soul clone is made using the sword as a foundation, combined with soul power.

Because they are entities, it is difficult to distinguish them. Not to mention the ordinary naked eye, even Mo Wushang's magic eyes cannot see through them.

This is the scary thing about physical clones.

As long as the clone does not take action, on the surface, there is no difference at all from the main body.

"ah--!"

In the audience, several senior officials of the Tianwang Sect stood up involuntarily, fearing that Ji Mingkong would suffer a loss.

However, Ji Mingkong's performance was still better than they expected.

With a flick of the thin sword in his hand, he actually drew circles. These circles were extremely sharp, and there was a tough Tianyuan wall in the middle, which was equivalent to the thickness of the Tianyuan force that protects the body.

It is almost impossible for Ling Xiao to penetrate all these Tianyuan walls in an instant without being injured.

While performing her moves, Ji Mingkong quickly retreated. She knew that she was now suppressed and had to get rid of Ling Xiao's attack before she could counterattack.

However, Ling Xiao was like a barbarian who was not afraid of death. Facing the sharp rings, he didn't care at all and just rushed in.

Black-gold light appeared on the golden dragon wings, and his speed actually increased.

The rings were all smashed into pieces. Although it alleviated Ling Xiao's attack, it failed to leave the slightest trace on Ling Xiao's body.

"I almost forgot, this kid's defense is even more terrifying than that of Long Chen."

In the stands, a warrior slapped his forehead and suddenly thought of something.

Ji Mingkong also noticed this, so there was a bit of surprise on his face.

"No matter how strong your defense is, it will be meaningless under my sword!"

Ji Minggong snorted coldly, and was about to raise his sword to counterattack, taking advantage of Ling Xiao's slowing down to regain the advantage.

However, at this moment, a strong chill came from behind, and the cold feeling penetrated into her skin, making her shiver.

There was no turning back, because Ji Mingkong knew it was too late.

She never thought that Ling Xiao could use the sword soul clone once, but he could use it twice or three times!

Behind Ji Mingkong, Ling Xiao, the power condensed on the Purple Lightning Sword has reached its extreme, and the terrifying Tianyuan Power is shaking like boiling water.

Then, a fierce sword stabbed Ji Mingkong firmly in the back of the heart.

Except for not breaking out into the realm of heavenly beings, Ling Xiao could be considered to have brought the power of this sword to its fullest.

After the sword was thrust out, a loud sonic boom sounded in the air, and many of the warriors near the competition stage were deafened for a moment.

"The Second Form of the Transformation Sword Technique: Raging Sea and Thousand Waves of Thousand Waves!"

Ling Xiao roared in his heart, and the power on the Purple Lightning Sword soared crazily again. The Tianyuan Power around him turned into a stormy wave and rushed towards Ji Mingkong.

Then, under everyone's horrified gaze, one after another violent waves hit Ji Mingkong's back.

Ji Mingkong had no chance to escape.

The crazy force knocked her away like debris, just like a flower trampled by a crazy buffalo.

Fragile and pathetic!

With a long sigh of relief, Ling Xiao withdrew the Purple Lightning Sword, and the other two sword soul clones were all merged into Ling Xiao's body.

Boom!

The attack continues.

The most terrifying thing about Ling Xiao's second form of Shadow Transformation Sword Technique is its continuous and powerful attack.

The attack is endless and will not stop.

Even if you blocked the first wave of attacks, you still have to withstand the subsequent attacks, which is impossible for ordinary people to do.

Although this Ji Mingkong was not ordinary, he was still thrown away by the continuous attacks and was about to fall off the competition stage.

"What! The Holy Son actually lost?"

Countless people looked in disbelief at Ji Mingkong, who was constantly being thrown away and falling towards the stage, with expressions of shock and disbelief on their faces.

This is the Holy Son!

The first of the six princes of the Holy Dynasty!

How could the person who was considered most likely to obtain the status of "The Chosen One" be defeated so easily?

However, people who are familiar with Ji Mingkong have very calm expressions.

If Ji Mingkong loses so easily, then she is not worthy of being the Holy Son of the Holy Dynasty, let alone the leader of the Six Young Masters of the Holy Dynasty.

Everyone's eyes were on the competition stage. Ji Mingkong's body throwing speed had obviously slowed down, which showed that she had gradually disintegrated Ling Xiao's attack.

But even so, the shame of being knocked away by Ling Xiao made many people in the Tianwang Sect look unhappy.

Their disdain for Ling Xiao seemed to turn into strong ridicule of Ji Mingkong.

"Hmph, the little guy's attack is pretty good."

The referee snorted coldly. He had some complicated emotions towards Ling Xiao.

"Yes, it's a pity that although the attack is powerful, it is still not powerful enough. With such an attack, it will not cause too serious harm to the Holy Son. The 'Dancing Sky Technique' of the second level of Tianji Sword Art is really not It’s simple.”

Another referee stroked his beard and sighed.

"Yes, this Holy Son is worthy of being a Holy Son. His strength is very rare in this age group. He is probably the person closest to Yu Xuanyue. It seems that the Heavenly King Sect and the Holy Dynasty have cultivated her over the years. , that’s really a great effort.”

Another referee nodded and said: "The blow Ling Xiao just struck must be the strongest. If his skills stop here, I'm afraid he will really lose to the Holy Son!"

"That's not necessarily true. This kid seems to have known that his move wouldn't work. He was just testing it. Look at his expression, he still seems very calm. If he's not pretending, then he must be hiding something."

"But what kind of concealment method can actually achieve such an effect that even the chief referee can't see?"

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