Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

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"Son, still have to be careful. The two people at Tianren Auction House are very strong!"

Leng Meike doesn't have the calmness of Ling Xiao. After all, she only has the six peaks of Wumai cultivation, and she hasn't broken through as a martial artist yet.

"Well, they are very strong, not far from Li Xinghui, and they are still two people. In terms of combat experience, it should be said that they are better than Li Xinghui."

Ling Xiao analyzed while walking: "But it's nothing."

He just succeeded in practicing the first form of "Fist of Hell King", and his forehand is tickling. So someone sent him to let him practice his hands. Why not do it?

"Leng Mei, don't do it later."

Ling Xiao suddenly stopped and said.

"Son!"

"No need to say more. I want to try something new. If you take a shot, you will be unpredictable."

"Okay, but if the son is in danger, I must shoot." Leng Mei insisted.

"up to you!"

Ling Xiao is not a stubborn person. If he is really in danger, he naturally wants someone to help.

After deliberation, Ling Xiao simply turned around and looked at the two martial arts masters who were trying to avoid them not far away.

Tsing Yi fluttered with the wind, like a sword fairy.

"The two don't have to hide. After following this for so long, I will go back to Baiyunguan if I don't shoot."

Ling Xiao looked at a bush in that way and said lightly.

"Whizzing!"

The two figures came out, and surrounded them towards Ling Xiao on both sides.

Now that they have been found, it makes no sense to hide them.

The rest of the warriors who followed were not shot. Their plan was for snipes to compete for fishermen's gains. They wanted to see the outcome of this battle before making a decision.

Ling Xiao suddenly took a step forward.

The entire space suddenly became very cold.

This step seemed to change the surrounding environment. The originally tree-lined world suddenly became dark and wet, and even seemed to have the smell of decay and death.

In his ears, it seemed that he could hear howling wolves.

In the body, there seemed to be ghosts playing around.

The eyes of the warriors hiding in the dark became frightened.

The two Seventh Martial Artists of the Tianren Auction House paused for a moment, and their figure was obviously shaking for a moment.

However, it seemed that the dilemma was relieved, and then turned into two afterimages, like two black arrows, tearing the air and shooting at Ling Xiao.

"Fist of the Hell King-Niutou split!"

The cold voice spit out from Ling Xiao's mouth.

He poses a strange posture.

At that moment, the two afterimages stopped suddenly, and the whole body became stiff, as if being penetrated into the body by a terrible wind.

The whole person must be swallowed by this strange cold.

The terrible winds roared between heaven and earth.

The two afterimages desperately exert various martial arts in an attempt to protect themselves.

One person waved his palms continuously.

A person's long sword shone coldly.

The ripples produced by Zhenyuan struggled in this turbulent space.

"Huh--!"

"Huh--!"

A huge gasp sounded.

In everyone's eyes, Ling Xiao disappeared.

Replaced by a giant monster.

The bull head has a huge axe in his hand.

The most terrifying thing is the breath of death that is constantly emerging from the monster's body.

"Dead!"

Heavy footsteps sounded on the ground.

The bull-head monster wielded a huge axe and approached the two seven-layer martial artists step by step.

The slower it is, the stronger the panic in the hearts of the two.

Every time it took a step, the two people shivered.

Negative resistance.

Perhaps it is the current situation of the two.

They are madly vomiting the real yuan, fighting the terrible wind, trying to crush this dark space.

However, it is useless.

The bull-head monster still approached them, and the huge axe was severely split between the two.

"Kap!"

"Kap!"

The two warriors split like ceramics.

"Fist of the King of Hell"!

Not only does it have terrible power, but also cooperates with soul power to make the enemy hallucinate, and then fall into it, completely losing the resistance.

If Ling Xiao had mastered this martial art when he was dealing with Li Xinghui, then Li Xinghui would be killed in one move.

terrible!

Even Ling Xiao felt that "Fist of the Gods of Hell" was terrible.

The two Seventh-level Martial Artists died like that, even before they were able to shoot, they died in the illusion they created.

In the dark, the warriors who came with them were shocked and trembling, as if they saw the most terrible thing since birth.

"ghost--!"

"Demon from hell!"

"not human!"

The horrified cries continued one after another, and everyone fled, leaving only the two cold bodies, as well as Ling Xiao and Leng Mei.

"Pity."

After a long time, Ling Xiao sighed.

"What's wrong, are you still not satisfied with this power?"

Leng Mei asked suspiciously.

"Forgot something."

Ling Xiao smiled bitterly: "It was originally intended to combine the ghost ship ghost soul with "Fist of the Hell King" to test the effect, and the result was forgotten."

Leng Mei was speechless. What else was she supposed to do? Her son really regarded the two martial arts masters as the test.

"Forget it, let's go back. The side effects of "King of Fist" are too great. Both of my arms are completely broken."

Ling Xiao shook his arms on both sides of his body and said, "It's time to cultivate "Nine Turns to the Golden Body" to the highest level."

"Son, the things in those two men have not been collected yet."

Leng Mei reminded.

"No need to search, dead people like them generally don't have any good things in them. I'm afraid they don't even have storage rings."

Ling Xiao shook his head.

Although he said so, for Ling Xiao, who was once a beggar, he was still reluctant to let go of the two bodies.

It is a pity that, as he deduced, there was no storage ring on the two of them, not even a purse.

"Huh? What is this?"

Ling Xiao shot it with a palm, and a flame burned, burning the two bodies clean.

He once practiced "Chiyanggong". Although it is basically not used because the grade is too low, it is still no problem to do such a thing.

What's interesting is that when the body was burned and even the bones were burned, a black piece of iron was preserved.

"It seems like a sword!"

Leng Mei said.

"This is obviously a one-foot piece of iron, how could it be a sword?"

Ling Xiao asked somewhat unclearly.

"It is said that during the ancient times, the human race had a swordsman, and his sword was a piece of iron, about one foot long."

Leng Mei explained: "This swordsman has always killed a sword, so he really doesn't matter what he uses. The enemy's magic weapon does not mean much to him."

"so smart!"

Ling Xiao has never heard of such a master.

"I also heard from a captain of Qianlong camp, that captain seems to be the descendant of this swordsman."

"Good guy, this terrifying killing intention can make people instantly collapse!"

The moment Ling Xiao picked up the iron piece, he saw many pictures of death. If his soul were not strong enough, it would collapse in a flash.

This thing was supposed to be wrapped in something, so that the murderous intention could not be revealed, but he burned it just when he burned the body.

"Keep it first and study it later."

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao put the iron piece into the mountain and river martial spirit.

In the powerful killing intention, there is no storm in the world of mountains and rivers.

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