Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Slow! According to the rules of the past, to win the battle flag, you must improvise a battle song to encourage the soldiers to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy! How did General Lu forget this?"

"Head coach, I haven't notified them of this matter before. It's okay to raise it now. The Xuanjie ethnic groups are still martial, and they don't pay much attention to the text. This is a bit difficult for him."

Lu Chenglong frowned.

He knew that this was Sikong Zun deliberately looking for ballast.

Ling Xiao was also a little speechless. He learned martial arts from a young age, and the words he learned were all related to martial arts. He had never learned any qinqi painting, calligraphy and painting.

If you really want him to compose a battle song, it is really difficult for him.

This Sikong Zun is really cruel.

"Ling Xiao, do you want to give up? If you give up, you won't get the position of Centurion or the privilege of acting expediently, are you sure?"

Si Kongzun ignored Lu Chenglong at all, but looked at Ling Xiao and asked aloud.

This Nima was intentional.

If Ling Xiao chooses to give up, the previous efforts are equivalent to wasting.

But what if I don’t give up? Is it possible to make up a war song randomly?

Not only will it not work, it may also be ugly.

For a time, Ling Xiao fell into a dilemma.

"Alas, Ling Xiao is good, but unfortunately lacks some literary talent."

Feng Yanran also sighed: "Although Sikong Zun is really embarrassing him, if he can't do it, he can only blame him for his bad luck."

Jia Yun sneered, and his gloomy face became proud again.

Seeing this guy's smug smile, Ling Xiao didn't want to give up.

In his hard thinking, he suddenly touched something.

That thing has always been hidden in the sea of ​​his soul, as if it were a water polo, and what was originally wrapped in it is countless memories and knowledge.

But who this thing came from, he really didn't know.

Perhaps it is some memory of King Ren?

Or is it something derived from a certain heritage?

Ling Xiao felt a little confused.

But when the water polo was touched, it burst suddenly, and the contents inside instantly filled his entire mind.

At that moment, all kinds of strange things appeared in the sea of ​​his soul, basically nothing he had seen.

Never even thought about it.

At this moment, he had no time to care about those things, and he paid more attention to it. Instead, he had a lot of knowledge and memory about war songs and poetry.

"It's amazing, these things can pass through as easily as they come out?"

Ling Xiao's sorrowful face turned excited immediately.

"Coach Sikong, you said that if I improvise a war song, I can get the position of Centurion and the privilege of acting expediently?"

He suddenly looked at Si Kongzun and asked.

"Yes!"

Si Kongzun was a little strange. Ling Xiao just looked sad, but how suddenly he seemed to be getting rid of it, he was not nervous anymore.

"Okay, then I will sing to you!"

Ling Xiao smiled.

"Are you sure to sing? Not to read?"

Sikong Zun asked.

Singing is much harder than reading.

After all, as long as you have words, you only need to have words, but you need to add songs to sing, and the difficulty can be increased by more than one level.

"Yes, just sing and listen!"

Ling Xiao definitely has enough self-confidence. When his war song is sung, the soldiers here must definitely resonate.

Because when this war song appeared in his soul sea, the whole person was suddenly excited.

What's even more strange is that, after the fusion of Warsong and Soul Power, it will produce a special effect, so that his "Soul Verdict" has another ability: Holy King!

The first ability is to burn the sky and burn everything, which is obviously a large-scale elemental attack;

The second ability is the tomb of the gods, which, to be precise, is a practical method of soul power that can communicate with the undead and belongs to the summoning class;

The third ability is the fairy pot, which should be the ability to manifest the soul power, which can absorb the soul of any item and then transform into its own soul power;

The fourth ability is the Holy King. To be precise, it should be an auxiliary ability. Warsong is only one of them. The main thing is to enhance the combat power or defensive power of yourself and the rest. It should be based on different warsongs. , There are different effects.

This awakening of power is really unexpected happiness for Ling Xiao.

He took a deep breath, and the loud singing rang through the barracks.

"The smoke rises and the mountains look north.

The dragon rolls up, the horse grows his nose, and his sword is like frost.

The heart is like the sea, the water is boundless.

Who can resist each other for thousands of years!

Hate and madness, long sword.

How many brothers and sisters are loyal to other countries.

What a pity to die for home.

Sorrowful, speechless, **** tears.

Horseshoes go south, and people look north.

People look north, the grass is green and yellow, and the dust is flying.

I would like to defend the soil and reopen the territory!

The divine phoenix wants to let the Quartet...

Congratulations! "

Quiet!

Quiet silence!

Even the warriors of Divine Phoenix Academy have fallen into complete silence.

After a long time, those soldiers even shed tears of excitement!

So touched!

Too excited!

Because these soldiers saw themselves in this song~www.ltnovel.com~ heard them and thought of themselves!

The blood was boiling, the tears were filled.

What kind of battle song is this, that feeling is simply beyond description.

Not only the changes in mood, but even the soldiers felt that the blood in the body was boiling, and the red light appeared on each body.

That's the actualization of war intentions!

They can feel that their bodies are full of power, and they really want to vent on the battlefield now!

"What a **** war song, it's awful to death!"

A sudden voice sounded, it was Jia Yun's guy.

However, his words made countless eyes look at him, and glared at him.

"What do you want to do?"

Even though Jia Yun is the young leader of the Zhengqi League, even though he has a lot of guts, he is stared at by tens of thousands of eyes, and he is trying to kill him. This makes him tremble with fear.

These people really want to kill him.

"What is the name of your war song?"

Lu Chenglong asked excitedly.

He is really unimaginable. Such a battle song full of battlefield color actually came from the mouth of a 16-year-old boy.

And the passionate singing completely rendered the tragedy and pride of the battlefield.

Hearing this old guy was excited.

"loyalty!"

Ling Xiao blurted out.

This is of course not the name he chose, but the name that the song already has.

"Good loyalty to the country! Good!"

Lu Chenglong's eyes flashed with a fine awn, and he even said two good words.

"Unexpectedly, Ling Xiao, you not only martial arts are outstanding, but even the literary music is so good, how could you not find it before?"

Feng Qingyan was also very excited.

Ling Xiao's performance was far beyond his expectations.