Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao's voice was not high, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, with unquestionable majesty: "Do you want to continue? I have no intention of being an enemy of the imperial palace, but I will never allow others to bully me. Come to the door. If the Imperial Palace really wants the treasure in my hand, then you must first consider whether you really have the strength and qualifications."

After finishing speaking, Ling Xiao gently raised his hand, his movements elegant and calm.

As he waved his arm, there seemed to be a subtle change in the air, and then, a sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

This sword has a faint cold light flowing throughout its body, and the sword seems to contain infinite power and mystery, making people feel awe at a glance. Holding this sword, Ling Xiao seemed to have mastered the sharpest weapon in the world, ready to face any challenge at any time.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire hall became extremely tense. Everyone's eyes were focused on the sword in Ling Xiao's hand, and their hearts were filled with fear and curiosity about the unknown. They knew that the young man in front of them was definitely not someone they could easily offend.

This sword is none other than the legendary Demon Lord Black Sky Sword. As soon as its name comes out, it is enough to change the color of the situation and make warriors all over the world fearful. Above the sword body, black light lingers, like the deepest ink in the night sky, and like the endless black hole of the abyss, swallowing up all the light and life around it.

It floated quietly in mid-air, with no sound of swords or wind, but a heart-stopping sense of oppression permeated the air, as if even the air was trembling, and everything was eclipsed by its power.

Ling Xiao was holding the sword, but he didn't show any killing intent. My eyes were still indifferent, as if the magic sword that could shake the world was just a tool for me, a means to scare Xiaoda. . I know that the real power lies in the sharpness of the weapon, but in the will and determination of the user.

The faces of everyone in the field changed slightly when they saw this. There was neither fear nor awe in our eyes. These warriors who usually have low self-esteem, at this moment, under the pressure of Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, it is difficult to even stand firm, and they all move forward independently, as if they are afraid of being affected by this tangible force.

Even Emperor Zhu, the palace master of Ling Xiao, has a look of horror that cannot be concealed in his eyes. You know the horror of that sword, and you understand the meaning behind it - this is for Ling Xiao. A kind of vocal warning and threat.

The entire Lingxiao was enveloped in a relaxed and depressing atmosphere, as if a storm was coming, and everyone was waiting, waiting for this decisive moment, waiting for the verdict of fate.

As if aware of the indescribable embarrassment and struggle between Emperor Zhu's brows, an old man wearing a simple robe, with white beard and hair, but energetic, hurriedly walked out of the crowd, walking steadily, and every step seemed to be stepping on the crowd. under the heartstrings. I am one of the seven minor elders who have low morals and high respect in Lingxiao. I am a young man who has not yet reached the pinnacle of Tongtian Realm. My cultivation level is measurable. The old man's white hair is slightly visible, but the roots are shining like silver threads, revealing a calmness and majesty accumulated over time.

However, at this time, even though Emperor Huang was pretending to be panicked on the outside, he could not hide a trace of perceptible relief and helplessness in his heart. I know very well that with my own cultivation alone, the gap between me and this weak person in the Tianhe realm is difficult to bridge. This is just a gap in realm, but also a world of difference in strength and foundation.

"Palace Master, I would like to personally go on stage and test the depths of those years to see if I am just pretending or am I a real person!" The old man's voice was thick and weak, revealing a doubtful hesitation, as if even the air was full of doubts. The dust shook. My eyes sparkled with wisdom and sharpness, as if I could see into the essence of everything in the world.

You know very well that once you take action, it is not only difficult to ensure that you can kill the Emperor Phoenix, but it may anger the weak person who has no protection from the Demon Soul King, and bring unprecedented disaster to Ling Xiao. But equally, if we choose to shrink, where will Ling Xiao's majesty and status be placed? That kind of dilemma makes you feel more empowered and powerful than ever before.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Gongzhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the old man with eyes filled with gratitude and trust. You nodded heavily, with a trace of perceptible nervousness in your voice: "No, please do it, Elder Tai, but you must be careful." In your words, there was neither recognition of the old man's strength nor concern for his safety. .

The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in my hand became the most eye-catching focus in that audio battle. The sword body is as white as night, with a dark and deep light flowing, as if it can swallow up everything. When Emperor Phoenix clenched the hilt of the sword, a terrifying coercion originating from ancient times instantly filled the air. This was not only the edge of the sword energy, but also the manifestation of the Demon Lord's will.

My tone was not decisive, but also a bit threatening and mocking.

Imperial Palace Zhu stood under the low platform, frowning, looking simply at Emperor Huang. There are mixed feelings in your heart. You are neither afraid of Xue Zhe's strength nor worried about Ling Xiao's safety.

Emperor Huang's voice seemed muddy and weak at this moment. I spoke calmly, and every word hit everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer: "If Xue Zhe wants to fight, you, Emperor Huang, are always with you! But they must remember that once the war starts, it will be difficult to recover, and there will probably be another Ling Xiao in the world. "

This terrifying aura that penetrates the body is not only the power of the magic sword itself, but also the embodiment of the emperor phoenix's subdued will. I have not injected any inner strength into the sword, but the hesitation and determination from the bottom of my heart make the sword seem to be devoid of life, releasing a suffocating pressure.

If it were not for the most necessary, I would never let the weak existence of the Demon Soul King intervene in the battle, because every time the Demon Soul King made a move, it was like igniting a precious fire, consuming the vast but unlimited energy reserves of his clones. The precious ten chances must be used under the blade, and no waste is allowed.

My figure seemed to be integrated with the sword at that moment. There seemed to be a peerless demon king standing up in front of me. Its majesty and terror made everyone present feel unprecedented oppression. Even the air seemed to solidify. Xue Zhe and everyone else were pale and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

The existence of the Demon Soul King is both a trump card and a shackle for Emperor Huang. It gives me a little confidence when facing weak enemies, but it also makes me think twice before using that power. Emperor Huang secretly calculated in his heart that every decision was like dancing on the tip of a knife. If he was not careful, he would be doomed.

The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was quietly suspended, its existence itself was a declaration, a contempt and challenge to the weak.

Around, Ling Xiao's weaklings were also talking about it, with different expressions, some were indignant at the provocation of Emperor Huang, and some were relieved about the coming storm.