Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Yes, brother!"

Wu Guifang lost his face. He naturally knew that he could not be Ling Xiao’s opponent, but if he was a lower slave than him, it would be different. He would definitely kill him and then regain it. Confidence.

"Your cultivation has surpassed this slave, but it does not matter. This is cultivation as a control ring. Putting on him, you can only exert the same strength as your opponent."

When the host saw Wu sin, he naturally recognized this person as the core disciple of Jian Wangzong. Although he ranked relatively low, he did not dare to offend easily.

In Jian Wang Zong, the ten core disciples are all Zong Men's treasures.

This is exactly the same as Huazong in Yueyue.

"Brother Ling, what do you think?"

Leng Hao looked at Ling Xiao and asked.

"Shameless!"

Ling Xiao snorted coldly: "What a shit control ring, that's what it looks like, that control ring is just an ordinary jade ring, it doesn't make any sense."

"If that's the case, isn't that slave suffering? Even if he is even more powerful, I'm afraid that he can't be the opponent of Wu Sin, who is the seventh realm of extraordinary realm."

Although Dai Yuling does not have the attributes of Madonna like Zhao Ci, she is also very kind, but kindness will not be abused.

For these slaves, she has sympathy like many normal people.

"You are right, but this is the rule of the Colosseum. This Colosseum belongs to the Sword King Zong. How could the Sword King Zong let his own disciples be killed?"

Ling Xiao said disdainfully: "I have just asked Liu Cang about that product. Over the years, no core disciples have ever died in this colosseum, nor once! Under normal circumstances, this is simply not Possible things."

"So it is so shameless!"

Leng Hao scolded.

"Shameless, still behind."

Ling Xiao sneered: "Whose Wu sin, although cultivated to be much stronger than the slave, but his actual combat ability is too poor, it is simply a flower growing in the greenhouse. After a while fighting, most of them will be suppressed by the slave, hum , There will definitely be good drama to watch next."

"No, Brother Ling, even if this Colosseum is shameless, it will not interfere with this battle directly?"

Leng Hao said in surprise.

"Will it be, I will know later."

Without arguing, he has seen more shameless people. This kind of thing is actually very common in the world.

The host backed out.

The slave's eyes suddenly changed.

There was still endless sorrow and helplessness, but at this time, there was only hatred and anger in his eyes!

This hatred is clearly against Wu sin!

No, maybe it's aimed at Jian Wangzong!

Wu Sin was taken aback by the horrific murderous energy exuded from the slave, and his body stepped back two steps.

"dead!"

The slave spit out a word full of anger. His body turned into a sword light and pounced on Wu sin.

He didn't mean to keep his hands!

Because he hates!

He was originally a promising warrior, but was captured by the sword king Zong by vile means, and he was wearing a bronze mask enough to disfigur him.

He hates!

He hates all Sword King Zong's people and wants to kill them all!

Slaves also use swords, just like Ling Xiao.

Although his sword skills are incomparable with Ling Xiao, he is more than enough to deal with Wu sin.

The sword light was too fast, and Wu Gui was so scared that he had already messed up his position.

Behind him, a ghost image of a death row appeared.

This death row prisoner, like the undead king, once dominated the Colosseum, but the record of consecutive wins was longer than that of the undead king, with a thousand games.

Eventually he exhausted himself.

Unexpectedly, his soul has become the martial spirit of others.

At the moment the death soul Wu Wu appeared, the entire Wu Sin became cold and brutal, and the horrified appearance suddenly disappeared.

This is one of the roles Wu Wu brings to the warrior.

Boom!

The two attacks came together.

There was a huge roar, and there was still hot hatred in the slave's eyes. There was nothing else in his eyes. The only thought was revenge!

Although the two stepped back a few steps at the same time, the slave attacked again, completely giving Wu Sin no breath.

Wu sin's fighting will is basically given by the death prisoner Wu Soul, his own soul is so fragile and speechless.

After a few tricks, Wu Sin panicked again.

And the slave side has already summoned its own martial spirit.

That is a sword!

A broken sword!

It was when the Ling family was under siege that it eventually appeared, completely leveling the enemy's sword.

The reason why Shenjianmen is called Shenjianmen is because of that sword.

This sword has now become Wuhun!

Ling Xiao stood up suddenly.

He was shaking all over!

Because the slave was wearing a mask, he could not recognize his appearance, but at this moment, he could already confirm the identity of the slave.

He turned out to be Ling Wuhen!

The former head of the Divine Sword Gate, this time went to Jian Wangzong with Ling Yihang to participate in the four martial arts.

Why is he here!

It turned out like this?

Ling Xiao trembles, not because of fear, but because he is angry, he wants to kill!

Such anger only happened when his loved ones were killed!

The horrific murderousness that filled his body made Leng Hao and others sitting beside him pale and terrified.

On the battlefield of the beast, the battle continues.

Ling Wuhen, who released Wushun, leaped into combat.

Coupled with the absolutely suitable and classic martial arts brought to him by Ling Xiao, after a few strokes, Wu sin has been forced to retreat.

"kill him!"

Ling Xiao shouted loudly.

In fact, without him, Ling Wuhen would not let this person off.

Because it was the people of Sword King Zong who turned him into what he is now. He hated the people of Sword King Zong, and he wished to flatten Sword King Zong.

Although he may not be able to do it, there is no problem in killing the person in front of him!

"when!"

Seeing that Wu Gui's throat was about to be pierced by Ling Wuhen's long sword, the host suddenly jumped into the field, blocking Ling Wujian's sword light.

The strength of the host, however, reached ten percent strength and half-step Tianzun.

Even if Ling Wuhen is no longer strong, no talent is of any use. In the face of absolute power, he cannot be the opponent of this host.

"enough!"

The host coldly looked at Ling Wuhen and said, "This battle ends here!"

Perhaps this has not happened for the first time, most of the audience in the stands are not surprised, but insulted Jian Wangzong shamelessly in his heart.

Having said that the fighting is endless, and now when the slaves of other people take advantage, they stop calling. How can this be true in the world?

But who made this the Sword King City.

Who made this Colosseum belong to Sword King Sect?

"why!"

Ling Wuhen growled angrily. He didn't seem to be aware of Ling Xiao in the stands. At this time, he was already flooded with hatred. He just wanted to avenge himself, and he didn't care about everything else.