Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Saint Pattern Master Yang Jian is afraid that he is in trouble. The white-robed ancestor has caught his weakness. His speed is not as fast as the white-robed ancestor, and he is afraid of getting close.

In this way, sooner or later he will be defeated. "

"Yes, the white-robed ancestor is an old monster who has lived for thousands of years after all. It is normal for him to have this ability."

Everyone was sighing.

Yang Jian looks young, in his twenties at most. In terms of combat experience, how does he compare with the white-robed ancestor?

It's just that they think it's a pity.

This holy pattern master Yang Jian is the only hundred-page holy pattern master after the Human King. If he died here today, it would be a real regret.

It will also be a loss for the Eastern Boundary.

"Are you waiting for my true energy to run out, or are you waiting for my soul power to run out?"

The onlookers were nervous.

But Ling Xiao himself remained calm as usual.

Because he also guessed what the white-robed ancestor was thinking, and wanting to drain his soul power was simply an idiot's idea.

How did the white-robed ancestor know that his soul power had reached the ninth level of the Alchemy Realm.

It was simply not something that his little ninth-level peak martial emperor could consume.

"Now that you've seen it, why don't you surrender! Be obedient and become my ancestor's slave and carve the sacred pattern for my ancestor. My ancestor will spare your life."

The white-robed ancestor sneered.

"Surrender? You are really hopelessly stupid."

Ling Xiao smiled and said, "Come and try it and see if you can make me use up all my soul power."

He has a way to deal with the white-robed ancestor.

Because for him now, the Green Sacred Pattern Book already has seventy pages.

It can be said that the power of his true holy pattern explosion has already been comparable to that of a half-step almighty.

The reason why he didn't end the battle as soon as possible was because he wanted to use the white robe to practice his use of the holy pattern.

Try all kinds of sacred patterns.

"Shameless talk!"

The white-robed ancestor naturally didn't believe Ling Xiao's words and continued to attack.

The two men continued fighting for a full hour.

Ling Xiao continued to use various holy patterns, but there was no sign of exhaustion of soul power. This made the white-robed ancestor extremely angry.

"That's almost it. Let me show you how a real Saint Pattern Master fights. Are you saying that I am incompetent at close range? That's because you are too lazy.

The fusion of the holy patterns of life and the holy patterns of evil!

Holy Pattern Technique: Summon evil things! "

Ling Xiao sneered, and a dozen haloes of holy patterns appeared in the void.

A low roar came from the holy pattern.

Then, a skeletal dragon actually flew out.

Each of the terrifying bone dragons possesses the combat power of a ninth-level peak martial emperor.

There are thirteen bone dragons in total.

A fusion of the holy patterns of life and the holy patterns of evil.

Not only is the evil spirit terrifying, but it is also full of high-spirited vitality.

"What!"

The expression of the white-robed ancestor finally changed: "This is impossible, how can the Holy Mark Master be so powerful? It's not like I have never killed the Holy Mark Master."

"You are wrong again, I am not an ordinary Saint Pattern Master, I am a Hundred Page Saint Pattern Master."

Ling Xiao sneered and said: "Haven't you seen it in the book, the Ninth Level Martial Emperor, unless he sneak-attacked the Hundred-page Saint Pattern Master from the beginning, he would have the only way to escape.

Because it is absolutely impossible to win.

Kill me! "

Twelve bone dragons pounced on the white-robed ancestor, surrounding him and fighting.

This scene made everyone in the surrounding stands stunned.

They thought that the Hundred-page Saint Pattern Master in their minds was powerful enough, but they discovered today that they still underestimated the Hundred-page Saint Pattern Master.

All the holy patterns used by Ling Xiao are first-level holy patterns.

It has already stretched the white-robed ancestor.

"ah--!"

A moment later, the two arms of the white-robed ancestor were swallowed alive by two bones.

That scene was really shocking.

"Spare me, spare me. I don't want to die. I was wrong."

The white-robed ancestor shouted in horror.

He was really scared.

He thought that since he had killed the Holy Pattern Master, he would definitely be able to defeat Yang Jian.

But now I realize that I was totally wrong.

The Hundred-page Saint Pattern Master is completely different from the ordinary Saint Pattern Master.

"Spare you? Didn't you just want me to be your slave?"

Ling Xiao sneered: "Where is your majesty? Where is your pride?"

"I was wrong. I was really wrong. Please, please forgive me. I am willing to work hard for you."

The white-robed ancestor was so frightened that he peed his pants.

"late."

Ling Xiao watched with a sneer, as the twelve bone dragons instantly swallowed up all the dregs of the white-robed ancestor.

The energy essence flows into the body through the bone dragon's body.

Was sucked into the soul of the weapon soul tower.

The white-robed ancestor died in battle!

In the stands, there was dead silence.

Everyone looked at Ling Xiao, looking at the man who called himself Saint Pattern Master Yang Jian, with madness and fear in his eyes.

too strong!

The Hundred-page Saint Pattern Master is simply too powerful!

I'm afraid only a true half-step master can suppress it.

Yang Jian was actually so powerful, using twelve fusion sacred patterns at the same time to release twelve bone dragons with the peak combat power of the ninth-level Martial Emperor.

Is this a human thing?

The key is, this may not be Yang Jian's full strength. It really can't be seen that he is giving all his strength.

You know, he was not even injured from the beginning to the end.

"Who are you anyway?"

Although Yin Abacus felt that Yang Jian might be Ling Xiao, this time, Yang Jian showed too much strength.

Can Ling Xiao really do it?

No, it should be said that someone can improve the way of holy patterns and martial arts to such a terrifying level at the same time?

This is simply impossible.

"It would be great if he could protect our Wind Wings business group."

Chu Qingqing looked hopeful.

Feng Mi had a miserable look on his face.

He had thought that if he defeated this sacred pattern master Yang Jian, he would be able to wash away the shame of losing to Sha Wuxie.

But after watching this battle today, he suddenly understood.

With his strength, it is simply a fantasy to defeat Yang Jian.

"Who else?"

Ling Xiao collected the storage ring from the white-robed ancestor and looked towards the audience.

Although he knew that most no one would come up to fight him, he still planned to ask.

What if there is?

Everyone fell silent.

All waiting.

After seeing the terrifying strength of Saint Pattern Master Yang Jian, will anyone come up to the stage to fight with him?

If there is, it must be an extremely powerful existence, even much more powerful than the white-robed ancestor.

"Look, Xia Houjun is here!"

At this moment, Ling Xiao heard someone shouting.

He also looked into the distance, and a domineering figure appeared instantly.

"Xia Houjun! It's really Xia Houjun. He's here. Is he here to challenge the sacred pattern master Yang Jian?"

"But can Xia Houjun win? A month ago, he was tied with the white-robed ancestor. One month later, how much better can he be than the white-robed ancestor?"

"Don't you understand this? A month ago, Xia Houjun's cultivation level was only at the ninth level.

When they killed Nanjiang Diaosou before, people discovered that his cultivation level had reached the ninth level of perfection. "

"The ninth level of perfection! Isn't it the ninth level of perfection?"

"It must be the ninth level of perfection, much stronger than the ninth level of peak."

While the people were talking, the domineering figure had already appeared on the battlefield.

But he did not continue to move forward, but just looked at Ling Xiao, his eyes as bright as lightning.