Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Ling Xiao's eyes flowed on Bai Yan, as if he was savoring the little things of the past.

Bai Yan was once a genius in the Soul-Shenzhen Mansion Hall. His cultivation was unfathomable and his mind was also extremely intelligent, causing endless troubles for Ling Xiao and the others.

Looking back on that battle, Ling Xiao still remembers it freshly. At that time, Bai Yan fought against everyone with his own strength. Even in desperate situations, he could still find a gap to escape and eventually disappeared without a trace.

Although he was an enemy, he also admired this person quite well. Unexpectedly, he would meet again here today.

Ling Xiao thought to himself, you must know that even a talented person like Long Chen was not a match for Bai Yan at that time.

This person is a leader among the younger generation, regardless of his scheming or strength, and is an existence that cannot be underestimated. Now that he appears here, what is the purpose? Is it a coincidence or ulterior motive?

Bai Yan laughed at the sound of this, with a bit of freedom and unruly laughing: "Brother Ling, you are a sensible person. No matter where you go, you can stir up the storm and make a mess." He His eyes also flowed on Ling Xiao, as if he was also savoring the past.

Although the conversation between the two seems relaxed, there is a sharp edge in it. The atmosphere around them also became subtle because of their reunion. Everyone present, looking at the two former opponents, standing together again, couldn't help but feel a little emotion and expectation in their hearts.

"I just think you are praising me." Ling Xiao's mouth raised slightly, but a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. "I didn't expect that you actually joined the Zhengqi Hall. Is this the arrangement of the Holy Hall?" His eyebrows were filled with eyebrows. He frowned slightly, his eyes pierced like a knife, and he stabbed directly at Bai Yan, as if he wanted to see something out of his expression.

Bai Yan chuckled lightly, looking calm, as if he didn't care about Ling Xiao's doubts. He put his hands behind him, his clothes swayed lightly in the wind, and his tone was a bit of playful: "Is it the arrangement of the church? What's the point? What's important is that I'm standing here now and face to face with you."

A trace of sharpness appeared in his eyes, as if the sharpness that had been hidden for a long time was finally revealed.

"I have always wanted to fight you before, but I didn't have a chance." Bai Yan said slowly, with a little regret in his tone, but a faint excitement. "It's a good opportunity now."

When Ling Xiao heard this, he raised his eyebrows and smiled with a little provocation: "Oh? Are you sure to beat me?"

Bai Yan shook his head and smiled unabated: "Will you win or not, let's talk about it after you fight. To be honest, the Holy Temple wants to kill you, but I want to make friends like you. How about it? Two moves?" His tone was relaxed, as if it was This showdown is nothing more than a fight between friends, not a life-and-death battle.

Ling Xiao was silent for a moment, his eyes stayed on Bai Yan's face for a few seconds, as if he was judging the authenticity of his words. After a moment, he chuckled, "It's interesting. Since you have this interest, I'll stay with you to the end."

Bai Yan smiled, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. Previously, the Holy Hall of the Soul-Shenzhen Mansion was defeated, and he was once in a state of confusion and anger.

The failure of the Holy Temple made him see many things clearly, especially for monsters like Ling Xiao, who could not suppress them. In order to protect himself, the Holy Temple threw him into the Zhengqi Hall to fend for himself, which made him feel unwilling and resentment.

"Since the Holy Church does not make me happy, I will not make the Holy Church happy either." Bai Yan thought to himself. He no longer wanted to be enemies with Ling Xiao, but instead felt a sense of mutual appreciation. Perhaps, joining forces with Ling Xiao is his real way out.

The two stood opposite each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. The air around seemed to solidify, and even the wind stopped flowing. Bai Yan slowly raised his hand, and a faint light condensed from the palm of his hand, while Ling Xiao turned slightly, the long sword in his hand had been unsheathed, and the cold light flashed.

"Okay!" Ling Xiao's voice was calm and firm. His head slightly lit up, and his eyes were filled with light of expectation and challenge. "We have never tried it, come on." This sentence contains a kind of difficulty. The pride of words seems to be declaring war on fate and sending a fearless call to the unknown challenge.

war!

This word is like a thunder blew up in the empty wilderness, and a terrifying aura instantly spreads, like a dark cloud pressing down on the top, making people feel chilled.

The disciples of the Zhengqi Temple who were watching were originally curious and expectant, but now they all dispersed and retreated. Their faces were filled with fear and anxiety, fearing that they would be affected by the upcoming terrifying battle.

Standing there, Bai Yan's white clothes moved with the wind, and his sleeves fluttered, like an immortal descending to earth. There was a sharp light flashing in his eyes. Suddenly, he looked at Ling Xiao, his voice low and powerful: "Brother Ling, be careful!"

This sentence contains an indescribable concern and determination, as if telling Ling Xiao that he will do his best in this battle without mercy.

The moment the sound fell, Bai Yan's figure suddenly disappeared, like a breeze blowing by without leaving any trace. His speed is amazing, as if he has surpassed the limits of humanity.

In the distance, Ling Xiao suddenly punched out! This punch condensed the strength and will of his body. The violent fist was accompanied by the sound of a tiger roar, as if a fierce tiger went down the mountain, unstoppable. At this moment, the space seemed to be torn apart, and cracks spread in the air, as if even the heaven and earth were trembling.

Boom! A loud bang was like the sky collapsed and the earth cracked. The whole earth suddenly trembled violently, dust flew, and gravel splashed everywhere. Ling Xiao and Bai Yan retreated suddenly, and their figures appeared in the dust and gravel, like two lightning flashes passing by the night sky.

During the retreat, a dense fist shadow suddenly appeared in front of Bai Yan, with heavy fist shadows, like a storm, dazzling.

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And at this moment, his body suddenly became illusory, as if it turned into a afterimage, which was unpredictable. This series of actions is as fast as lightning, making people dizzy, as if it was a visual feast, making people feel awe.

Boom boom boom...!

Amid a series of deafening roars, countless fist shadows bombarded the area like a storm, blowing the earth into a mess, dust flying and gravel splashing everywhere.

However, when the dust settled, Bai Yan's figure was no longer there, as if it had disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a battlefield that was ravaged by the fist wind.

At this time, Bai Yan suddenly appeared in front of Ling Xiao like a ghost, his speed was astonishing. However, what greeted him was a larger and more powerful fist shadow, which was pressing down like a hill, with a scattered momentum, as if to completely swallow him.

Bai Yan's face suddenly changed. He could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in the fist shadow, as if he wanted to destroy everything.