Soul Devouring Sword Master

"Blocked again!"

"So strong, this Lin Xiao, how much strength does he hide!"

"That palm just now, even if it is at the fifth level of the Nascent Soul Realm, may not be able to block it!"

Many warriors screamed and were stunned. No one expected that Lin Xiao was hiding so deeply!

Three moves! Lin Xiao had already received three of Long Hao's moves without any damage.

Moreover, the power of Long Hao's palm just now was obvious to all. Even the light curtain was almost broken. Looking at the whole audience, there were absolutely few people who could receive this palm.

Before this, everyone thought that Lin Xiao's strength was only at the early stage of the fifth level of Nascent Soul Realm, and reaching the top four was already his limit.

But after these three moves in a row, everyone was shocked. Lin Xiao's strength improved again and again, and his amazing performance refreshed their understanding of Donghuangzi!

Suddenly, they recalled Lin Xiao's previous battles. Along the way, from the group stage to the present, it seemed that Lin Xiao had defeated his opponents every time even when they were not expected. His strength seemed to be endless, and he could always get stronger when encountering the strong. .

Is it possible that this time too...

Many people dare not think about it anymore and their hearts are beating wildly. This is undoubtedly a crazy idea!

But even if many people cannot accept it, they have to admit that the strength Lin Xiao has shown now is fully qualified to compete for the championship.

"This kid..."

In the audience, the other five favorites narrowed their eyes, and their eyes fell on Lin Xiao invariably. This was the first time they took a serious look at this unknown young man, a warrior from the Eastern Wasteland.

Several people couldn't help but feel a little surprised. No one had paid attention to this person before. It seemed that this martial arts event was really full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. However, they also knew very well that the battle was not over yet, and Long Hao's strength was more than that.

"Damn it, how could this happen!"

Long Hao secretly gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, murderous intent surged in his eyes, and his face was ugly. He had just used that palm, a killing move, and god-level martial arts, but he couldn't even defeat the opponent.

There is no doubt that he greatly underestimated Lin Dan

Not only Long Hao, but everyone in the Dragon Python tribe also had a look of surprise. At this moment, Long Ao lost his previous ease and composure, and became more solemn. For some reason, he suddenly felt a bad foreboding in his heart.

"You defeated me in three moves, otherwise you lose. Now, does it still count?"

Lin Xiao sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his smile.

"You bastard, you're looking for death!"

Long Hao became angry and stamped his foot. The countertop exploded, gravel flew, and the muscles around his body swelled. The blood vessels on it seemed to widen, and the roots were clear, like exposed tree roots, making people's scalp numb.

Roar! !

The angry dragon roar roared out from Long Hao's body, resounding endlessly. Qi and blood surged, and a faint blood light appeared on Long Hao's body. This blood light slowly penetrated into his body, making his body become more and more... Get tough.

Faintly, Lin Xiao could hear a crackling sound, which was the sound of bones and flesh expanding.

"Young Master Long...has used his bloodline..."

Someone from the Dragon Python Clan said in shock that there were almost no people in the clan or among his peers who could let Long Hao use the power of blood. Long Hao would only use his blood when fighting against some elders in the clan.

Roar! !

With an angry roar, Long Hao rushed up, transforming into a dragon python and charging up.

The dragon python has a body of a thick giant python with scales, and two dragon horns on its head. The image is between a dragon and a python, three parts dragon and seven parts python.

And above the head of the dragon python, there is a faint dragon-shaped shadow floating, very shallow, as if translucent, blurry, it is the blood of the real dragon that has transformed.

Although the orcs of the Dragon Python Tribe all possess the true dragon bloodline, it is actually only a very small trace. If the true dragon bloodline is compared to a sea, the trace of bloodline they possess can only be regarded as a drop of water, and it is not even a drop of water. purely.

But even so, it can bring a great increase to their own combat power, but most of it is reflected in the physical body, which can make their physical bodies particularly powerful.

As for Long Hao, there is only one person among the hundred thousand in the entire Dragon Python clan who can transform into blood. He is the only one in the entire younger generation. Apart from Long Hao, only the clan leader Long Ao can do it. Therefore, Long Hao is A talent that the Dragon Python tribe encounters only once in hundreds of years.

If the true dragon blood of other dragon python beasts is one drop of water, Long Hao's is twenty drops. However, he can only control three drops at present.

Roar!

Accompanied by a dragon roar, the dragon-shaped phantom roared and flew directly into the body of the dragon python. Immediately, the dragon python raised its head and roared, and its body seemed to expand in a circle. The surging energy and blood surged with astonishing momentum.

"Son, you will pay a heavy price for your arrogance!"

Long Hao, who had transformed into the form of a dragon python, looked down at him coldly, his voice was cold, his murderous intent surged, shaking the space, like a giant beast flying through the sky.

"What a strong pressure!"

The expressions of many warriors changed. Even though they were far away and blocked by the light curtain, they seemed to be able to vaguely feel the terrifying oppression emanating from the huge dragon python.

Although the light curtain can isolate the energy energy, it cannot isolate the sound waves. Long Hao's words are like a heavy hammer, falling on the hearts of many warriors, making their hearts tremble wildly.