Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Wang Siru is a mature martial arts warrior.

And Ling Xiao's cultivation behavior at this time was just outside, but he was only a venerable martial art.

Therefore, Wang Siru didn't take him seriously.

"Yue Huazong? Is that the last sect? Good luck, this point is up!"

With a whisper, Wang Siru suddenly moved, Yan Yue's sword opened and closed, and he directly struck Ling Xiao's head with a knife.

The move is fast and powerful.

Although the moves are not gorgeous or weird, it is not easy to avoid them because it is too fast.

The light of the knife flickered like a silver horse, and it was terrifying.

Ling Xiao stood there and didn't move. The horrible will to kill was released with the sword intention, like a sharp sword pierced into the other party's heart.

"Do not--!"

When Wang Siru's big knife was still in midair, the whole person suddenly spurted blood onto the blade, and then fell heavily on the ground.

"What a terrible will!"

Ten groups of referees looked at this scene in surprise.

Since the start of the game, apart from the magical injury, only Ling Xiao can easily defeat his opponents with this kind of square city.

"Unfortunately, both Sheng Yu and He Shengliang, with the devil without injury, this Ling Xiao is destined to go not far on this road."

The referee sighed.

It is said that in ancient times, the two masters of Youliang and Yu were as good as each other, but Yu was inferior in every thing, and finally Zhuge Liang was alive and dead.

The remarks made by the referee were based on this allusion.

As for whether the allusions are true, it is difficult to judge because the time is too long.

But the referee said this, and clearly felt that Ling Xiao's talent in the soul secret technique could not be compared with the magical injury.

Ling Xiao heard his words, but only smiled faintly, and turned and walked down the competition platform.

And his opponent Wang Siru has been taken down from the competition stage.

In fact, Wang Siru's injury was not serious. The key was still frightened by Ling Xiao. It is estimated that it would be fine after a short rest.

"Why did Wang Siru idiot do? Is it the benefit of Yue Huazong?"

The referee is a strong player in Dongtian Realm, so it can be seen that Ling Xiao used the soul power, but most of the martial arts did not reach that level, so they did not know what Ling Xiao did.

I thought Wang Siru had released water.

Even Yan Liehu thinks so.

But the referee didn't speak, and they were useless even if they were dissatisfied.

"Ling Xiaosheng!

Next, the wind demon listens and breaks the thousand troops!"

As the voices of the ten groups of judges fell, the ten groups of talks immediately followed.

Many audiences even looked over here.

Po Qianjun knew Ling Xiao and was indeed very strong.

However, it seems that the audience is not concerned with him, but the wind magic listener.

"Feng Mo Ting finally came on. The last martial arts festival ranked 19th. Among the tenth group, the strongest is him!"

"Yes, in order to prevent the top 20 from encountering too early, when grouping, each of the ten groups will have two players in the top 20. Our tenth group is the 19th wind magic. Listen, there is the second type of Zhai Jun."

"These two are estimated to be the two with the highest points in our group. It shouldn't be a surprise."

"What kind of warrior is the Thousand Armed Forces said to be the dragon of the Dragon Academy? I don't know the strength. Can I support ten tricks under the wind demons?"

"It's difficult. Po Qian Qian is just a newcomer, not to mention ten tricks. Thank you for being able to walk through four or five tricks under the wind magician."

The voice of everyone's argument made Ling Xiao smile a little.

Can newcomers look down upon?

Although the Breaking Thousand Army did not enter the top six in the preliminaries, its strength is definitely above the wind magic.

Ling Xiao is quite sure.

As for the wind magic listening, the typical Ninja dress is rather vicious, and there is black air in the eyebrows, which is often killed by innocent people.

If you don't resolve it as soon as possible, I'm afraid that sooner or later you will get into trouble.

To such a person, Ling Xiao is very disliked, but his judgment is not affected by his own emotional factors.

You have to know that Breaking Thousand Army wanted to kill him while he was in the forbidden place. He didn't like Breaking the Thousand Army.

But in terms of strength, it is indeed better than a thousand troops. There is no doubt about this.

This guy actually used a sword, the same sword as Ling Xiao.

Standing there, there was a breath of destruction and destruction.

If you guessed right, this fellow should have realized the destruction of sword intention!

Ling Xiao looked at the two with interest.

Compete on the stage.

The two stood more than ten meters apart, with strong confidence in their faces.

"Broken Thousand Army, for your sake as a disciple of Tianlong Academy, take the initiative to admit defeat, so as not to be ugly."

Feng Mo listened to Ba Qianjun and said lightly.

There was strong confidence and arrogance in the tone.

"Hahahaha!"

Po Qianjun suddenly laughed wildly.

"Why are you laughing?"

The wind magic frowned.

"I laugh at you idiot, but I can't do three tricks under my hand!"

As soon as this word came out, it was like a pot of boiling water splashing into the crowd.

Not only the players in the tenth group, but also the surrounding audience scoffed at the words of Po Qian.

This guy is too big to be ashamed. People who didn't even enter the first six in the preliminaries should not be as strong as Yan Liehuo. How dare they speak in front of Fengmo?

Who does Fengmo listen to?

That was the twentieth place of the last term. Yan Liehuo was only 51.

Even among the Heavenly Kings, Feng Mo Ting is the sixth largest disciple in the top ten.

He is not bad at cultivating merits, such as Bi Mo Wu Shang, Dao Wu Ming, etc. The martial arts he practiced are all the jade martial arts of the King of Heaven. Among the martial artists at this stage, they are definitely top-notch.

It's just that the reputation is not so loud.

How could this broken army be able to look down on him?

"interesting!"

Feng Mo listened to the words of "Bao Qianjun" and made a very angry smile: "I thought we were ourselves and didn't want to deal with you, but you really don't know what to do, you said that three strokes defeated me? I'm not so arrogant, five strokes It will definitely let you get out of the contest."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up."

Po Qianjun always held his breath.

At the beginning of the preliminary round, the reason why he did not become one of the last six people was not because he was not as powerful as those six people, but because he was pitted by the last phantom figure.

It’s a shame to say it. He doesn’t want to mention it again. Now he just wants to show his strength as early as possible in the finals to let those people know that he is not a waste of advice.

Unfortunately, Feng Moting has become a stepping stone for him to prove himself.

"Complete you!"

Feng Mo heard a sneer, the storage ring flashed, and a narrow long knife used by the Ninja appeared in his hand.

The wrist shook gently, and the long knife actually exploded into dozens of bird-shaped lightning bolts, rushing towards the Thousand Armies.

Every sword energy is mixed with the horrible will of thunder and lightning. Although it is not very powerful, it can pose a great threat to the warriors below the heaven and human realm.