Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

That one is the blade light! It is slender and sharp, flashing with a cold light, as if it can cut the void. Wherever it passes, even the air is split in two, leaving a clearly visible crack, demonstrating its indestructible power.

One is the sword light! It is even more dazzling. Where the sword tip points, the light is thousands of feet, like a star falling, with a destructive momentum. Wherever the sword light reaches, everything changes color. Its speed and power have reached a shocking extreme.

When Ling Xiao's figure completely disappeared from sight, Ji Yuan's face instantly became extremely solemn, his eyes widened, revealing disbelief and shock. He knew that the speed and power of this attack had far exceeded his expectations, forcing him to re-examine this opponent.

"So fast!" Ji Yuan exclaimed in his heart. At this moment, he completely put away his previous contempt and replaced it with unprecedented vigilance and seriousness. He held the long stick tightly in both hands, and his muscles were tense, like a beast ready to go, ready to meet the coming storm.

Boom!

With a deafening roar, Ji Yuan stomped his feet suddenly, and the ground seemed unable to withstand this force, and cracked instantly, and countless gravel flew.

Then, the long stick in his hand seemed to be ignited, and the blazing flames surged out from the stick body, spreading rapidly, forming a blazing sea of ​​fire, reflecting the surrounding space red.

In the sea of ​​fire, Ji Yuan's figure was looming. He raised the long stick high and swept forward suddenly. This sweep was like a sea dragon coming out of the sea, with the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas. The flames and the shadow of the stick intertwined to form a huge wave of fire, sweeping in the direction where Weng'e disappeared. Its power was weak enough to destroy all obstacles behind it.

However, in the blink of an eye, the two cold rays of light suddenly turned into hundreds of bright lights, like stars, densely covering the void, dazzling.

At that moment, Ji Hu's figure seemed to be replaced by countless clones. It was no longer a single existence, but turned into a hundred agile and elegant phantoms. Each phantom exuded a different breath from the original body, making it difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

The air around me seemed to stagnate, and then a gorgeous and mysterious pink mist rose quietly, quickly wrapped around my body, like the gentle but deadly morning glow in the morning light, quietly swallowing all vitality.

Every time the stick wave bombarded, it could only hit the phantom, and could not touch Weng'e's body. At that moment, the battle became calm and stalemate. Both sides were looking for each other's flaws, ready to give each other a fatal blow.

Ling Xiao's fall did not cause any struggle or happy groan. My expression remained in the confusion and confusion when I was shrouded in the mist, as if even death itself could not free me from this sudden illusion.

It is not only a means of escaping or confusing the enemy, but also a deadly weapon to attack the enemy unexpectedly and prepare for the attack in battle. Ji Hu used this technique to find Ling Xiao's flaws in the blink of an eye, ready to give a fatal blow.

"Humph, that is the mist technique performed by his affectionate Ji Yuan! Since they are so attached, let them be together forever in the illusory illusion and go to the underworld together." Weng'e's voice was as hot as ice, without any emotion. The long knife in my hand flashed a bloodthirsty cold light in the afterglow of the sunset, and every slight tremor seemed to foreshadow the sentence of death.

At this moment, the air was filled with a depressing and weird atmosphere, and everyone's eyes were focused on that scene, witnessing the transformation of life and power.

As the bloodthirsty sword soul approached Ling Xiao's body, which had lost its resistance, an indescribable devouring force began to spread. The bloodthirsty sword soul seemed to be a special living thing. Its desire for vitality made it madly absorb every drop of blood in Weng'e's body.

I knew that if I didn't have an extraordinary martial soul and a tenacious Yuan Shen, I would probably find it difficult to resist the temptation and erosion of this mist. But now, that power has become the sharpest weapon in my hand, and it has easily started Ling Xiao's life.

In this stick wave, flames and strong winds intertwined, forming a series of cold and sharp blade auras. Wherever they passed, the air was torn apart, making bursts of piercing whistles.

I turned my wrist and the long knife cut through the air, bringing with it a sharp whistle. This knife was as slow as lightning and as fierce as thunder. In an instant, Ling Xiao's head flew up low, and blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the surrounding land red. The pink mist seemed to tremble for a moment in the sudden change, and then quickly dissipated, revealing Weng'e's living body.

Ji Hu stared at everything, and a trace of emotion flashed in his eyes. He was neither indifferent to failure nor recognized the weak power of Ji Yuan's mist technique.

When everyone held their breath and waited, thinking that the battle would continue like an endless white night, and the air was filled with ease and peace, suddenly, this burly and powerful Ling Xiao seemed to be frozen in time, standing stiffly in place, and moving.

"Xiao Luotian Demon Shadow!" With that loud chant, it seemed as if the heaven and earth were trembling, and the mystery of that body movement and fighting technique was fully displayed.

Rather than saying that I was defeated by Weng'e's sharp blade, it is better to say that I was completely lost in the fog carefully arranged by Ji Yuan, and became a victim who could not escape.

Faced with the sudden change, Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with a trace of astonishment, but then it was replaced by a more hesitant fighting spirit. I know very well that Weng'e is no longer the same as before. If I don't take it seriously, I'm afraid I will be doomed.

As the first syllable of the voice fell, Ji Hu's figure suddenly rose up, like an arrow from a string, and went straight to Weng'e's head.

Ling Xiao's attack was probably the weakest attack I could perform at the moment. I vowed to break Ji Hu's illusion, reveal his true identity, and give him a light blow.

I used Xiao Luotian Demon Shadow later just to confuse Ling Xiao and give myself a chance to get started.

However, how could Ji Hu's Xiao Luotian Demon Shadow be so difficult to break? My one hundred phantoms shuttled flexibly in the air, sometimes gathering and sometimes gathering, as if they were integrated with the world, making it difficult to guess their true position.

"Don't try to trick you, I'll break it for you!" I roared softly, with unquestionable majesty and power in my voice. I swung the long stick in my hand suddenly, and the shadows of the stick overlapped, like a raging sea, one wave after another, almost squeezing the surrounding space into a state of distortion.

Ling Xiao's body, under the influence of that force, gradually lost its former robustness and became square and withered, as if the years had mercilessly drained away all the vitality.