Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The purple-robed old man's voice was not only full of threats, but also mixed with a trace of subtle cunning: "I tell you, my Jiang family has not only sent the top masters to come, but also sent an emergency signal for help to the other six major families."

"They are of the same blood with my Jiang family, and will never sit idly by and watch someone act recklessly on the strange island. At that time, you will face the encirclement and suppression of the entire cultivation world, and your end will be a hundred times more miserable than death!"

At this point, Chen Yuan showed a cruel smile on his face, as if he had seen the miserable situation of Ling Xiao struggling in despair. However, his real thoughts were completely different.

He was just bluffing, trying to shake Ling Xiao's mind with words and buy more time for himself. He believed that as long as the reinforcements arrived, he would have enough confidence to deal with this difficult boy. As for now, he could only try to stay calm and use all available means to delay time.

"Haha, want to delay time? I'm afraid your little plan will fail." Ling Xiao's mouth curled up a faint smile, which showed his insight into Chen Yuan's plan and his expectation for the upcoming battle.

He did not move, but the sword in his hand was ready to go, as if it could turn into two lightning bolts at any time and tear apart all obstacles in front of him.

With a light wave of his hand, the cold blade light and the dazzling sword light burst out instantly, like two silver dragons, roaring and tearing the surrounding void, rushing straight towards Chen Yuan with the momentum of destroying the world.

The dazzling light made it impossible to look directly at it. I only felt a chill coming towards me, as if even my soul was about to be frozen.

"Stop it!" Chen Yuan's face changed drastically when he saw this. He knew the horror of this attack and did not dare to be negligent.

He roared, and the spiritual power in his body surged wildly, pouring into the weapon in his hand, making the weapon radiant in an instant, as if it had life, dancing wildly in his hand, and doing his best to meet the two deadly lights.

At the same time, the rest of the people also looked solemn. They knew Ling Xiao's strength very well, and they knew that if this attack could not be resisted, the consequences would be disastrous.

Therefore, they all took action, each of them used their best skills, and concentrated all their strength on this attack. I saw the sword light flashing, the fist wind whistling, and the attacks transformed by various spiritual powers surged towards Ling Xiao like a tide. Each attack contained the determination and strength to kill.

"Tear!" Accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air, countless sword intentions were like sharp blades, cutting through the air, and rushing towards Ling Xiao with a whistling sound. The sharpness of the sword intention seemed to cut even the space, which made people feel afraid.

Ling Xiao's eyes were filled with disdain, as if the enemies in front of him were just a group of ants, and he could not take them seriously. Although he had suffered some internal injuries from the backlash, it was just a trivial episode for him.

The powerful self-healing ability in his body had already silently repaired those minor injuries, allowing him to return to his peak state.

At this moment, he clenched his fists, and the bloodthirsty sword soul and the sword soul of the God-killing Sword seemed to have life in his hands, emitting a faint cold light, dancing with the master between life and death. In his eyes, the cold light flashed and was fleeting, but it was enough to make people feel cold. It was an extreme expression of indifference to life and desire for battle.

As his figure suddenly rose up, like an arrow from a string, it cut through the air, and rushed straight towards the group of enemies with a deafening whistle. His movements were swift and powerful, and every detail revealed his confidence and composure as a strong man.

"All of you, die!" Ling Xiao roared, his voice full of unquestionable determination and murderous intent. The swords in his hands seemed to be endowed with souls at this moment. They intertwined with each other and performed a gorgeous feast of killing.

Where the swords intersected, bursts of high-pitched tiger roars were heard. It was not only the roar of weapons, but also the roar of his inner fighting spirit.

The surrounding air seemed to be torn by this force, forming tiny space cracks, witnessing the cruelty and shock of this battle. And those enemies, in the face of this sudden offensive, seemed so vulnerable.

Their figures stagnated, and the weapons in their hands fell out of their hands one after another, making a crisp collision sound, but they could no longer save the defeat.

Then, there was a scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere. Those once arrogant and domineering enemies, at this moment, fell to the ground in a mess like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind, losing their former arrogance.

Their eyes were full of disbelief and despair. It seemed that until this moment, they had truly realized how big the gap between them and Ling Xiao was.

This scene was undoubtedly the most direct proof of Ling Xiao's strength. On this battlefield, he was like an invincible god, declaring his own victory and glory with his unparalleled strength and firm will.

At this moment, Ling Xiao was like a demon god who walked out of hell. He was surrounded by a thick evil spirit, which surged like a substance, dyeing the surrounding air with a bit of blood and murder. The sword in his hand, every time he swung it, seemed to become the sickle of the god of death, ruthlessly harvesting lives.

Blood kept dripping from the sword, slowly sliding down the sharp edge, and finally dripping on the ground, gathering with the existing blood into a river, dyeing the earth a shocking red.

The warriors of the Jiang family seemed so fragile and helpless in front of this terrifying force. Their bodies were like paper under Ling Xiao's sword, and were easily broken. Blood gushed out, dyeing every corner of the battlefield red.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which almost suffocated people.

Jiang Xiu, the woman of the Jiang family, witnessed all this and her face turned pale as paper in an instant. A deep worry and fear flashed in her eyes. She knew that if the situation continued to develop, then the people she brought would probably be wiped out and no one would be spared.

This thought filled her heart with a sense of urgency and crisis. She knew that she had to take action, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Fortunately, she took the precious elixir given by her father before she set off. The effect of the elixir was extremely magical, which greatly relieved her original serious injuries in a short period of time. Although she had not fully recovered, it was enough to support her for the next action.

So, Jiang Xiu suppressed her inner fear and uneasiness and began to secretly arrange a complex formation. Her hands formed seals rapidly, and each hand seal contained exquisite spiritual power and complex runes. These runes intertwined and collided in the air, and finally condensed into a dazzling holy pattern array.