Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Just halfway through the road, they met a person, and the appearance of the man was like a sudden black shadow, breaking the tranquility around him.

He was wearing a tight black dress, like a ghost in the night, with an old ginseng on the corner of his mouth. The ginseng was slender and golden in color, obviously a big year.

He stood there with a smile, with his hands behind his back, straight and heroic, and had an extraordinary temperament. However, the evil aura surrounding him was too strong, pressing the surrounding air like substance, making people feel palpitations involuntarily.

"Oh, are so many people coming to give me gifts?" The man in black spoke, his voice low and magnetic, which was undoubtedly Ling Xiao. There was playfulness and joking flashing in his eyes, as if he had already seen everything.

He expected that after the disciple of Zhengqi Temple suffered a loss, he would return to Zhengqi Temple to stir up the flames and try to use the power of the master to deal with him. So he deliberately chose to wait on this necessary road, intending to wait for a while.

The man's face suddenly turned pale when he saw Ling Xiao, and a hint of fear and anxiety flashed in his eyes. He knew Ling Xiao's terribleness, his vicious means and impermanent behavior.

He would never want to be the first to be the one who was caught by Ling Xiao again and again, with Ling Xiao's temper and means, he would probably not even know how he died, let alone any "gift" that he could give.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly hid in the crowd, trying to use the cover of the crowd to escape Ling Xiao's sight. He lowered his head, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible, for fear that Ling Xiao would be targeted by him if he accidentally did.

"What gift do we want to fuck you to death!" Suddenly, an angry shout broke through the silence of the scene, as violent as a storm.

A disciple from Zhengqi Hall stepped forward from the dense crowd, his eyes burning with rage, looking straight at Ling Xiao, as if he was about to burn the other party to death. His voice echoed in the empty field, with majesty and provocation that cannot be ignored.

Ling Xiao smiled gently, with both playful and disdainful smile in his smile. He spoke slowly, his voice calm and confident: "Are you going to fight a group or fight one-on-one?" His tone was relaxed, as if he was facing nothing but an insignificant fight. The game.

The disciple of the Zhengqi Cang became even more angry when he heard this. He almost roared and responded: "If you still need to beat you, do you need to fight together? You..."

However, before he finished speaking, his body suddenly lightened, and his whole body was lifted out of thin air by an invisible force, his feet off the ground, and he was suspended in mid-air. This scene happened too suddenly, and he didn't even see how Ling Xiao was moving, let alone capture when Ling Xiao came to him quietly.

The man's voice came to an abrupt end at this moment, his face was filled with shock and fear, his eyes wide open, as if he had seen something incredible.

The people in the field also calmed down in an instant during this sudden change, and all their eyes focused on Ling Xiao and the disciple of Zhengqi Temple who was raised, and there was a depressing and tense atmosphere in the air.

Ling Xiao shook his head gently, his eyes swept through everyone in the scene, and a trace of complex emotions flashed in his eyes. He sighed, his voice low and sincere: "I have said that my fiancée and sister are in Zhengqitang, and my friends are there too. To be honest, I don't want anything unpleasant to happen with Zhengqitang."

"The last time I happened was because of your aggressive people in the Hall of Justice. I retreated again and again, hoping that you can stop at the right time, but you still refused to give up.

If you still force each other so aggressively, I can only force my family and friends away and then ruin this righteous deed. "Ling Xiao's words were unquestionable and his eyes were as cold as ice, as if he was ready to turn all obstacles into powder at any time.

He recalled all the past and felt mixed feelings. Originally, because he didn't know that the people from the Ba Tian Empire had arrived in this continent, he felt that Ling Bi and others could at least have a relatively safe environment to practice in the Zhengqi Hall.

After all, Zhengqitang, as a great sect, has a profound foundation and abundant resources. But now the situation is different. In the Batian Empire, there is also an environment suitable for cultivation, and there are experts such as Liezu and Wenzu who can provide valuable guidance.

Although the overall strength of the Ba Tian Empire may not be as prominent as Zhengqitang, it will not be too different, especially when there are guidance from experts, the speed and effectiveness of cultivation can often be twice the result with half the effort.

More importantly, there, they can stay away from the right and wrong and disputes of the righteous hall and enjoy a rare tranquility and freedom.

"It's better not to stay in this righteous hall." Ling Xiao's voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to squeeze out from the depths of his heart, full of determination and helplessness. He knew it was not easy to make this decision, but he had to protect his family and friends, for their future and happiness.

When the people from Zhengqi Hall heard this, they looked at each other, their faces filled with astonishment and at a loss.

At this time, Ling Xiao stood in front of the crowd, his voice clear and loud, like the first ray of sunshine in the early morning of summer, penetrating the haze in the hearts of everyone present:

"It's better to do this. If you hate me, you won't be angry if you don't fight me. I allow you to recommend someone to fight me alone, no matter how win or lose, the grudges between you will be eliminated. How about it?"

There was an unquestionable firmness in his tone, as if he was ready to face any challenge.

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other, with complex emotions flashing in their eyes. At this moment, the sky in the distance seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and a calm and powerful voice penetrated the clouds and hit everyone's ears: "Today, let me fight you!"

As the sound fell, a figure streaked across the sky like a meteor and instantly appeared in front of everyone.

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He was wearing a white dress and straight, like a white crane among the pine, extraordinary. The sunlight shone through the gaps of the leaves and sprinkled on him, coating him with a faint golden light, adding a bit of sacredness and majesty.

Seeing this person, the disciples of Zhengqi Hall cheered, their voices filled with excitement and admiration: "Bai Yan!"

"It's Senior Brother Bai Yan!" someone shouted excitedly, his eyes flashing with admiration.

"That's great. Brother Bai Yan takes action, then Ling Xiao will be defeated!" Another man said confidently, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

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Cheers were rising one after another, surging like a tide. Bai Yan's appearance seemed to inject an invisible force into the people of Zhengqi Hall, making them full of expectations and confidence in the upcoming showdown.

Ling Xiao stared at Bai Yan in front of him, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The smile contained the joy of reunion of old friends and a little indifferent to the grudges of the past: "It turned out to be an old friend, but I didn't expect that the Holy Soul-Super Mansion After the hall was destroyed, you came here."