Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The person who spoke was tall and straight, as unshakable as a mountain. His gaze penetrated the fog and was like the brightest star in the night sky, shining with determination and wisdom.

That tone was not only firm and powerful, but also contained an indomitable and courageous determination to move forward. It was as if there was a force coming from deep within, silently supporting him and inspiring everyone around him.

Under his leadership, the other warriors calmed down their racing thoughts and discarded the distracting thoughts in their hearts one by one. They closed their eyes and concentrated, adjusting the rhythm of their breathing. Every exhalation seemed to resonate with the vitality between heaven and earth, adjusting their own state to the best.

Their eyes gradually became sharp and focused, and all their attention was focused on the upcoming battle. It was a desire for victory, and it was also a respect and memory for the sacrifice of their companions.

Although everyone's heart felt as heavy as being weighed down by a boulder, it was a mixture of deep grief and unspeakable anger for their lost companions.

But at this critical moment, they knew that sadness and self-blame would not help. Only by uniting can we turn grief into strength and seek justice for those fallen comrades. This belief burned like a fire in their hearts, dispelling all the haze and fear.

Standing high in the sky, his figure looked particularly aloof and powerful under the afterglow of the setting sun. His gaze was like a torch, which not only illuminated everything below, but also seemed to be able to penetrate the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

He looked down at the old men who were either frightened or filled with anger, and an indescribable solemnity unconsciously gathered between his brows. That is a recognition of the opponent's strength and a careful consideration of one's upcoming actions.

He spoke slowly. Although his voice was soft, it was as shocking as morning bells and evening drums. Every word echoed clearly in everyone's heart: "It's really beyond my expectation. You guys, who seem to be old and frail, actually Being able to stand up despite so many attacks from me and showing such amazing tenacity and strength is really impressive and makes me look forward to this battle even more.”

Having said this, a faint smile appeared on Ling Xiao's lips, but there was a hint of amusement and coldness hidden in that smile. "However, the game has just begun, and the real challenge is yet to come. Since conventional means cannot make you surrender, then let me add some unusual fun to this battle. Are you ready?"

His voice gradually became deeper, but it was full of unquestionable majesty, making everyone present involuntarily hold their breath, preparing for the more intense contest that followed.

After saying that, Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly shrank. The change was so fast, like the brightest stars in the night sky suddenly gathering and then spreading out instantly. There seemed to be a galactic vortex slowly rotating inside, so deep that it could swallow up all the light, revealing that There is an unfathomable depth that makes one's heart palpitate.

There was determination and coldness in his eyes, as well as fanatical anticipation for unknown challenges.

The hands were clenched into fists, and the fingertips were slightly white from exertion. In the palms of the hands, the bloodthirsty sword soul and the God-killing sword soul reflected each other, like two auroras from different worlds, blooming with dazzling light in the darkness, they entangled each other, Intertwined with each other, they form a picture that is both contradictory and harmonious, releasing a terrifying power that can shake the soul.

This power is like the beginning of chaos in ancient legends. It contains both the violence that destroys everything and the gentleness that creates new life. It spreads quietly, like the deepest depression before the storm, causing the surroundings to The space seemed to be squeezed by an invisible force, and even the air was trembling, emitting a subtle but clear hum.

Time, at this moment, seemed to be gently held by invisible giant hands, flowing slowly, and every second seemed extremely heavy.

"Demon, come!" Ling Xiao shouted. Although this voice was soft, it contained magic power that penetrated time and space. It was not just a simple call, but more like an instruction across dimensions, directly penetrating through the layers. The void is passing towards the distant and mysterious other shore.

In this voice, you can feel Ling Xiao's determination and determination, as well as his infinite desire for the upcoming unknown challenges.

As his words completely fell, above the sky, the originally peaceful and peaceful sky seemed to be touched by invisible power, and began to stage a thrilling change.

The wind blew up, with unprecedented violence and wildness. They shuttled freely through the sky, stirring up dark clouds. These dark clouds quickly gathered, covering the sky and completely blocking out the sun.

There was faint thunder and flashing lightning, as if even the heaven and earth were responding to Ling Xiao's call, changing their expressions, showing a magnificent scene like the end of the world. At this moment, the whole world seemed to be enveloped in an indescribable solemnity and solemnity, waiting for what was about to happen next.

Immediately afterwards, the cracks in the sky seemed to be suddenly torn open by invisible hands, and a black shadow broke out of the sky from the depths of the endless clouds in a gesture that shook the world. This black shadow is the legendary demon god, a terrifying existence that has frightened all living beings since ancient times.

Its appearance is like the coming of doomsday, carrying endless power to destroy the world and make the whole world tremble.

The demon god's figure was so huge that it was beyond imagination, like a moving mountain, covering half of the sky.

Its body was surrounded by blazing black flames. These flames were not ordinary fires, but were condensed from pure darkness and destructive power. Each flame was like a roaring black dragon, containing terrifying power that could burn mountains and swallow stars.

The leaping and dancing of the flames seemed to announce to the world the arrival of the demon god and the endless destruction and despair it represented.

And those deep eyes were even more frightening. They seemed to be two endless abysses, pitch black and bottomless, as if they could swallow all the light and hope in the world.

Under the gaze of these eyes, even the bravest heart would feel trembling and fear, as if their souls had been firmly locked by them and could not escape.

In the horrified and almost suffocating eyes of the crowd, the demon god spread its wings that covered the sky and swooped down. Its speed was so fast that it simply exceeded the limit that humans could understand, like a black lightning that cut through the sky and came straight to Lingxiao.

However, what was unexpected was that it did not directly attack the crowd below, but rushed into the Bloodthirsty Sword Soul and the God-Slaying Sword Soul tightly held in Ling Xiao's hands with an almost weird precision.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze. The two artifacts instantly burst into unprecedented light under the touch of the demon god.