Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The tip of the dagger glowed with a cold blue light under the weak light, and it was obviously coated with a deadly poison. If it succeeded, it would be a fatal end.

Although this sneak attacker only had the cultivation of the fourth level of Tongtian Realm, compared with those famous masters of the Ji family, he was indeed insignificant.

But he was obviously confident in his judgment, thinking that after defeating Ji Hu and Ji Yuan in succession, Ling Xiao must have been at the end of his strength, and his spiritual power was exhausted. It was the perfect opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity. He was thinking in his heart that if he could succeed at this moment, he would not only make a great military achievement, but also become the focus of everyone's attention.

However, he still underestimated Ling Xiao. Just when the dagger was about to touch Ling Xiao's skin, an ancient and bloodthirsty power suddenly burst out from Ling Xiao's body. It was the bloodthirsty sword soul that had just been promoted, and it was eager for the baptism and verification of blood.

Almost at the moment when the man's voice sounded, Ling Xiao's body was shrouded by an invisible blood-colored mist. It was the embodiment of the bloodthirsty sword soul, with a heart-pounding murderous aura. Then, a blood-red blade light cut through the void, as fast as lightning, fiercely and accurately slashing at the head of the attacker.

"Swish!" With a light sound, accompanied by the tearing of flesh and the breaking of bones, the attacker's head was directly chopped off by this powerful force like a ripe fruit, and blood spurted out like a spring, dyeing the surrounding land red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

This scene, like thunder breaking through the night sky, instantly shocked all the hidden people who intended to attack Ling Xiao. Our figures trembled in the beautiful light, with fear and peace flashing in our eyes, as if we had witnessed the possibility with our own eyes.

The air was filled with an extremely depressing atmosphere, making people even breathe cautiously, fearing that one Shen would become the last victim.

There were whispers among the crowd around, but fewer people were shocked and awed by Niu Xiao's incredible power.

After all, the ten low-level masters of Ji Hu are such a prominent existence, especially Ji Lang and Ji Bao, who are ranked seventh and eighth, whose cultivation and methods are top-notch in the eyes of everyone.

My eyes were hesitant and warm, and I obviously made a wise choice in the United States. In my opinion, although Jiang Xiqing is in the United States, your strength is obvious. As long as Ling Xiao and I join forces, it is impossible to resist that violent power.

However, even the seven low-level masters showed a firm look at this moment. We know that although Niu Xiao's strength is top-notch, this weird and unpredictable method makes people guard against it. The fall of Ji Lang and Ji Bao is not the worst proof.

Ji Xiong's move undoubtedly showed my wisdom and courage. I know that in that chaotic battle, choosing the right opponent is crucial. Jiang Xiqing is indeed scary, but the eldest son of the Ji family is even more cunning and unpredictable. Instead of wasting energy on unknown safety, it is better to solve the clear threat behind us first.

At this moment, everyone's eyes are full of expectations and sustenance, as if only without us can we solve the troublesome Niu Xiao.

In the firmness, a simple emotion spreads in our hearts. There is no fear of Niu Xiao's strength, nor is there any certainty that we can successfully kill him.

Your eyes are flashing with determination and madness, and the energy sealed in the Soul Locking Pearl is released by you without reservation, turning into violent energy, raging around you. That power comes from your father, a weak man below the Tianhe Realm. His power is so weak that all creatures above the Tianhe Realm tremble.

Our eyes are full of disbelief and fear, and our bodies fall down in a hurry. Blood blooms on the ground like sad and beautiful flowers, and a strong blood and despair fills the air.

However, even without Ji Xiong's participation, the situation on the battlefield did not immediately become gloomy. Jiang Xiqing's violent power still made the two feel unprecedented pressure. We must always be vigilant and not slack off, because once a flaw is revealed, it may be a disaster.

The shock made every sneak attacker who was originally ready to move have an idea. We finally realized that to take such an enemy seriously is to joke with our own lives, and the consequences will be miserable and desperate.

After all, in that battlefield full of unknowns and variables, any enemy and carelessness may be fatal. Therefore, we have to consider the next action more carefully to avoid repeating the mistakes of Ji Lang and Ji Bao.

And Jiang Xiqing, who stood next to Niu Xiao's body, holding a long sword and exuding a cold murderous aura, was the initiator of all this.

"They are attacking, you come!" Ji Jia's words were full of unquestionable determination, as if it was the only order between heaven and earth, resounding in the ears of Ji Hu warriors, stirring up layers of ripples.

Ji Jia's figure was like a ghost, shuttling between Ji Hu warriors, and every attack was accurate and deadly. There was no fluctuation on my face, only indifference to life and desire for battle.

Just then, Ji Xiong, who ranked seventh on the Ji Hu low-hand list, rushed into the battlefield at an astonishing speed and fought side by side with Ling Xiao.

So, a tangible force spread among the crowd, and everyone chose to stop, and their eyes turned to the remaining seven weaklings in Ji Hu's ten low-hands.

However, the two weaklings had fallen to Niu Xiao's hands before. Although the process of failure was full of luck, weirdness and common sense, the result was unquestionable-Niu Xiao won, and won so thoroughly.

That scene happened so suddenly that many people were stunned, as if time had frozen at that moment.

Each of the seven low-handed people was the backbone of Jihu. Our existence was not meant to deal with various crises and challenges.

"Save you!" That desperate cry, like a sharp blade tearing through the night sky, suddenly sounded with Niu Xiao's deep fear and helplessness.

Facing such a weak enemy, Ling Xiao tried his best, but he couldn't stop Jiang Xiqing's unstoppable attack. Every time I counterattacked, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, and it seemed so insignificant.

Before the voice fell, a series of crisp and decisive "Puff! Puff! Puff!" sounds suddenly rang in the air, like the loud words of the god of death, instantly harvesting the lives of Jihu's eight warriors.

The two weaklings did not die in a head-on confrontation, but fell into the Ji family's conspiracy, which made us re-examine the seemingly inconspicuous young man behind us.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn and they turned their heads, only to see a horrifying scene - Niu Xiao's body was still standing, but my head had been separated from my neck, and blood was gushing out like a fountain, dyeing everything around me red.