Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Break!" Ling Xiao shouted in a low voice, his voice contained an unyielding will and determination to win. This sword was not only a display of skills, but also a contest of will. He seemed to be one with the sword, and the sword moved with his heart, and it moved like thunder.

Boom! As the tip of the sword pierced accurately, the huge palm condensed by spiritual power shattered like fragile porcelain, turning into a little spiritual light and dissipating in the air. This scene made the surrounding space tremble, showing Ling Xiao's extraordinary swordsmanship and insight.

However, although Ji Wuming's attack was successfully defeated, the terrifying energy aftermath that followed surged like a raging tide and hit Ling Xiao hard. The strength of this force made Ling Xiao feel as if he was hit by a giant beast from ancient times, and his internal organs trembled continuously.

Boom! Ling Xiao's body could not withstand the sudden impact, and was instantly thrown far away by the force, drawing a long arc in the air like a kite with a broken string.

His body rolled and spun in the air, and finally landed steadily in a cloud of dust, but this flight was already hundreds of meters away, showing the horror of that force and that it should not be underestimated.

After finally stabilizing his body, Ling Xiao slowly stood up, with a cold smile on his lips. This smile was both the confidence in his own strength and the relief of completing the task.

"Master..." This weak and desperate call was like the last fallen leaf in the cold wind, gently falling, but hitting everyone's heart heavily. The vulture's voice was full of reluctance and helplessness. I tried my best, but I failed to escape the clutches of the dragon.

In that moment, a fresh life disappeared just like that, leaving only blood all over the ground and sadness in the air.

Chang Deyuan heard that voice, and the anger in his heart was instantly ignited, like a volcanic eruption that could not be contained. My originally stern face was distorted terribly at this moment, and my eyes were red, as if they were about to bleed. "Scum, he even killed two people from your Ji family, he deserves to die!"

The words squeezed out from my teeth, and every word was like a sharp blade, carrying endless murderous intent and anger.

At that moment, I seemed to have become the incarnation of the magic way, and with my own strength, I showed the world the true face of the magic way, which was both mysterious and weak.

Ji Wuming, the weak man who had no ordinary achievements under Chang De, was staring at the martial arts at this moment, with simple emotions intertwined in his eyes.

"Little demon!" The eight words exploded in the crowd like thunder, and everyone narrowed their eyes, with disbelief written on their faces.

Every leap in the realm is a manifestation of a deep understanding of the magic, and a challenge to the limit of one's own potential.

At this time, I still had a glimmer of luck, thinking that the bald brother's strength was enough to deal with Wu Dao, and even take this opportunity to get rid of the potential threat. However, reality gave me a loud slap in the face. Not only did the bald brother fail to complete the task, but both of them died at the hands of Wu Dao.

Although the magic path has regained its former glory and the power of the magic sect is scattered all over the place, the legends and power of the magic cultivators are still passed on by word of mouth among the warriors and become our gossip before dinner. Unlike Ling Xiao's step-by-step and gradual retreat system, the retreat path of the magic cultivators is full of unknowns and variables.

At this moment, the magic surrounding Wu Dao is even more intense, as if it is going to swallow up the entire world. My eyes are as deep as the abyss, flashing with a light of wisdom and madness, which makes people feel awe at a glance.

I never thought that I would be so out of control today, and I didn't expect the situation to develop to such a point. All along, I have been the wise man standing in front of the curtain, watching everything with enthusiasm, and I think that today's matter needs my personal action.

Even if Xu Shao's magic cultivation has not yet reached the realm of transcendence and sainthood in Lingxiao, he may stagnate for various reasons on the road of magic cultivation, and even have no way to break through the shackles of human demons for life, and can only linger on the edge of the initial demon.

The words of martial arts reveal an unquestionable domineering aura. I stand here, my figure seems to be integrated with the world, the breath around me is surging like a volcanic eruption, and the demonic intent is surging, dyeing the surrounding space with a deep dark red.

I was angry and humiliated, my whole body was shaking, and an unprecedented killing intent grew wildly in my heart. I knew that I had to do something to save the lost face and seek justice for the victims of the Ji family.

However, things are always the same. Jiang Taian was trapped by Changde's sky formation, so I had to change my strategy and let the bald brother fight later.

In the world where Lingxiao and the magic are intertwined, in the same Lingxiao realm, the magic cultivators can often show extraordinary power and means because of their profound attainments in the magic realm.

Jealousy is because I saw that an old senior has gone so far in the way of magic cultivation, even surpassing the weaker generation of Xu Shao; surprise is because the seemingly inconspicuous Hunyuan realm of Changde in Wudao actually hides such a terrifying little demon realm.

And Wudao, a young warrior who seems to have passed the Hunyuan realm, has shown such an amazing realm of magic cultivation-little demon! It is simply a complete subversion of traditional cognition, which makes people believe everything they know.

Demon, human demon, earth demon, heavenly demon, little demon! Those seven realms are like seven towering peaks under the road of magic cultivation, each of which requires the climber to conquer with endless perseverance and wisdom.

Our exclamations were mixed with shock, awe, and a trace of easily detectable fear. Outside the world where Lingxiao and the Demonic Path coexist, the meaning of the eight words of Little Demon far exceeds our imagination.

My existence is like a bright star, drawing a dazzling track in the night sky of the Demonic Path, which people cannot ignore or forget.

The huge contrast makes warriors both awed and curious about the Demonic Cultivators, and at the same time they cherish these weaklings who can go further and deeper under the Demonic Path.

We seem to have mastered another hidden and long-lasting power between heaven and earth, making every move contain unspeakable power, making the opponent tremble in despair.

"That's a sly smile. Today's matter was originally a personal grudge between you and the Jiang family. They insisted on intervening. You killed them, so what can he do?"

At that moment, Chang Deyuan felt unprecedented shame and anger. I felt as if I was laughed at by the whole world, and this low-level sense of superiority collapsed in an instant. My face flushed red, and the veins under my forehead bulged, as if they would burst at any time.

Every time I crossed a magic cultivation realm, it not only meant a leap in combat power, but also the key to unlock the magic methods and secrets, allowing the magic cultivators to have fewer unpredictable trump cards in battle. That was the terrifying thing about the magic cultivators that made people tremble with fear.