Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

These sword energies intertwined and collided in the air, making sharp whistling sounds, like thousands of arrows fired at the same time, and like a raging storm, each of which contained a terrifying force that could tear apart steel.

Wherever the cold light passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, leaving clear and visible cracks in the space, which made people feel palpitations and fear.

The dense sword energy was like a large net woven by countless sharp blades, airtight, covering Ling Xiao completely, as if to trap him completely and then strangle him mercilessly.

However, facing this overwhelming sword energy, Ling Xiao seemed to be in another world. His figure did not move at all, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the sneering woman.

In his eyes, the two old men and their sword energy seemed to no longer exist. Only the figure of the woman, and the contempt and threat revealed in her words, became his only focus.

Seeing this, the woman sneered, her smile showed both her confidence in the old man's strength and her expectation that Ling Xiao would be severely injured. She seemed to have foreseen the scene of Ling Xiao's martial arts being abolished and in a state of embarrassment, and she couldn't help but feel happy.

Perhaps because her dignity was offended by Ling Xiao's sudden attack, her mood at the moment was extremely complicated, with both anger and a hint of pleasure, which made her eyes flash with some complicated emotions besides sneer.

"Wait until you are abolished, I'll see if you dare to be rampant in front of me later." Her words were a bit fierce and disdainful, as if she had already sentenced Ling Xiao's fate.

"Get out!" Ling Xiao's voice exploded in the air like thunder, full of unquestionable majesty and anger. At that moment, my eyes seemed to be burning with raging flames, staring directly at the sword net that was about to swallow me, without any fear or retreat.

At the moment when the terrifying sword energy was about to collide with me, Ling Xiao seemed to have awakened some kind of ancient and mysterious power in his body. I waved my hand violently, and the bloodthirsty sword spirit in my hand instantly burst into a dazzling red light, like a surging sea of ​​blood, and like the setting sun, dyeing the surrounding air with a touch of auspicious color.

The two old men almost cried out in fear at the same time, but our voices were soon drowned out by the roaring sound of the sword. Although our reaction was quick, it seemed so powerful and pale in front of Ling Xiao's shocking sword.

Ling Xiao's blade, as if driven by a tangible force, not only did its speed not slow down at all, but it became more and more rapid, as if it wanted to completely smash all the obstacles behind it. My offensive was as surging as a tide, and each sword contained the power of a tsunami, majestic and unstoppable.

"It's bad!"

Everyone's heart was full of doubts, and their voices even trembled slightly, almost unbelievable what they saw. In your understanding, such a might that shakes the world and makes ghosts weep should be a unique skill that only a weak person in legend can perform, not something that a seemingly special person can possess.

Jiang Xiqiang, the mother who had heard that her son was extraordinary, was even more surprised at this moment. Although you learned from Jiang Xiqing that Ling Xiao was different from others, these descriptions were only words after all, far less shocking than seeing it with your own eyes.

I saw our bodies burst in an instant under the impact of the blade, just like a pottery jar hit by a heavy hammer, and blood spurted out like a fountain, dyeing the surrounding air and land red, forming a terrifying scene that made people palpitate.

That scene, like a thunderbolt breaking through the sky, instantly solidified the actions and thoughts of this man and the imprisoned Jiang Xiqiang, leaving only the unbelievable and shocking. Your eyes were wide open, as if you wanted to engrave that moment in your heart forever, and this unbelievable look was mixed with a weak shock.

At that moment, Ling Xiao's figure seemed to have turned into an invincible god of war in our eyes. Every knife and every blow of mine was full of destructive power, which made people feel despair and fear. And I myself, like a hot and cruel god of death, was harvesting the souls of life step by step.

Two little martial soul realm weaklings were killed by me in such a short time? That was beyond everyone's imagination and cognition, which shocked and unbelievable to everyone present.

At that moment, the entire battlefield seemed to be frozen. Everyone's eyes were focused on this man who seemed to be over 18 years old. My figure looked small and mighty in the reflection of the sword light.

All over the sky, there were dazzling sword lights. They intertwined and collided in the air, bursting with dazzling light, decorating that space like daylight. And these originally sparse and terrifying sword auras were like paper lanterns at that moment, which were easily torn and dissipated, and disappeared without a trace.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and death, but Ling Xiao seemed to be in the midst of it all. My eyes were still hesitant and indifferent, as if everything that had just happened was related to me. I stood here, like a god of war, announcing my failure and glory.

That knife, seemingly complicated and strange, actually contained all of Ling Xiao's strength and will. As I swung my arm, an indescribable terrifying force erupted from the tip of the knife, like a volcanic eruption, or a river bursting its banks, rushing straight towards the sparse sword net with a devastating force.

And the two old men of the eighth level of the Wuhun realm were not spared. The swords in our hands, on Cao Cui's knife, shattered like strong porcelain, the fragments flew, and finally fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

How did she do that?

The two old men's faces turned pale at this moment, their eyes full of disbelief and fear. We wanted to move forward slowly, to escape from the terrible attack range, but found that our bodies seemed to be bound by a tangible force, and we couldn't move at all.

"Boom!" With a deafening roar, the red light and the sword energy collided calmly in the air, bursting out dazzling light and weak air waves.

At this moment, it seemed that even the sky and the earth changed color, and the space was distorted. I saw that this seemingly indestructible sword net was torn apart like paper by Ling Xiao's knife, and turned into speckled fragments, scattered and falling.

As my knife fell mercilessly, a deafening roar suddenly erupted in the air, as if the world was shaking at that moment. The wind howled wantonly on the agitation of the knife light, and the air wave swept seven times like a huge wave, covering everything around in chaos and violence.

I could only watch this destructive force approaching step by step, and feel the breath of death becoming stronger and stronger.