Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Zhai Jun looked at Ling Xiao with a thumbs up in surprise: "I admire it, I admire it. Brother Ling's eyesight is really brilliant. It is not inferior to my brother's devil."

Ling Xiao smiled faintly, and he touched the light in this respect. The analysis ability of Wuhe Soul in the mountains and rivers was too strong. In addition, he also had a lot of martial arts practiced in these years. Although it is a bit complicated, but because he has practiced everything, Therefore, the flaws and advantages of martial arts are relatively accurate.

The five groups of matches are still going on, and the strong dialogue has not yet been staged.

Holy Son Ji Mingkong, Devil Eye Devil Injury, Po Qianjun, Liang Xiao, Feng Renjie, Zhai Jun have all won the victory they deserve.

The battle between Ji Mingkong and Mo Wucheng has nothing to say, because the people who met them directly chose to admit defeat.

Po Qianjun's performance was very fierce. His opponent hadn't seen how he shot, and the people had already reached the competition stage.

Liang Xiao and Feng Renjie's performances were equally terrifying, both of which defeated their opponents.

As for Ling Xiao, he also defeated his opponent with one move, but his performance was not so exaggerated and eye-catching. Although it was equally excellent, it was too inconspicuous compared with the battles of the Breaking Thousand Army and Liang Xiao and Feng Renjie.

Although the strength of most players is equal, there are still such monsters, which is really nothing to do.

Of course, among the people who have already played, in addition to the Son and the Devil without injury, the most dazzling is undoubtedly the breaking of a thousand troops.

Even Liang Xiao and Feng Renjie secretly prayed not to meet this madman.

Soon, the second game of the Warriors began.

This time from the beginning, it was the highlight.

"Ling Xiao, Breaking Thousands of Armies, Fighting!"

In the fifth group, the most dazzling Po Qianjun met the lowest-key Ling Xiao.

Although in the previous group stage, Po Qianjun confessed when he faced Ling Xiao, but that was only a strategic confession.

No one would think that breaking a thousand troops is not as good as Ling Xiao, only that Ling Xiao is lucky.

Mo Wuxing's eyes flashed coldly, and said coldly: "Broken Thousand Army is a little less cunning and calm than Ling Xiao. The chance of winning is not big. It is estimated that only 20% to 30%, but Ling Xiao wants to win him, it also needs to pay a lot Price!"

Mo Wu said so, no one would doubt it.

His views have never been missed.

The rest of them nodded, even Sheng Mingji Mingkong was relieved.

If Ling Xiao also had to pay a price to deal with breaking the Thousand Army, it was not her opponent at all, and it was even worth mentioning.

Po Qianjun jumped onto the competition platform, and looked at Ling Xiao across the face with a greasy smile.

"I just admit defeat, but I'm afraid to scare you. This time, I will let you know how powerful I am."

"Really? I thought you had self-knowledge, so I admit defeat."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly.

Hearing Ling Xiao's words, Po Qianjun's face was not very pretty, but more of it was doubt.

He has seen the battle of Ling Xiao before, he knows Ling Xiao is very strong.

But even so, he has 50% certainty to defeat Ling Xiao.

But why Ling Xiao's performance is so calm, is this kid a bluff?

Or is it to retain strength?

Huh, when it comes to preserving strength, Lao Tzu also retains it, and I still don't believe that I will lose to you!

On the referee seat, the original ten referees and the original referees sat together, and they jointly acted as referees for the five groups.

A group of referees laughed: "Bao Qianjun's strength is very strong, and in the group stage, he pays attention to retaining his strength and chooses to admit defeat in front of Ling Xiao, otherwise, the result is difficult to predict."

The ten groups of referees shook their heads and said: "Bao Qianjun can still see, but this Ling Xiao is too mysterious. From the beginning to the end, he hasn't even used weapons. I don't know what kind of warrior he is."

"Perhaps he was originally a warrior fighting freehand, and such a person is not without it."

A group of referees laughed.

"Who do you think can win?" the ten teams of referees asked.

"Ling Xiao."

A group of referees hesitated and said: "This is the result that Mo Wujue sees, there should be no mistakes, but the battle will not be too easy, but unfortunately Ling Xiao does not seem to have mastered the Tianyuan force, otherwise, even the six sons of the Holy Pilgrimage You can also try to compete."

"It's true that even the Celestial Warrior may not be able to master the power of the Tian Yuan. After all, it is the power of the Martial Artist of the Heaven and Man Realm, which is really mysterious."

The ten teams of referees were very optimistic about Ling Xiao, so they were a little disappointed.

He actually wanted to see Ling Xiao ranks among the six sons of the Holy Pilgrimage, so that his face also has light. After all, Ling Xiao looked step by step from the group stage.

Of course, he will not force it.

After all, it is easy to become a martial artist of the Tianmai, but it is not easy to condense the Tianyuan force. This is not only related to perception, but also to its own martial spirit and qualifications.

Otherwise, no matter how strong the strength is, it is impossible to master the Tianyuan force. Only a trace of Tianyuan force formed naturally is useless.

"Qianjun, as a disciple of Tianlong Academy, is not allowed to lose to the unknown!"

In the stands, an old man shouted.

Po Qianjun's face changed slightly.

Losing to the six sons of the Holy Pilgrimage, or even to the geniuses of the last term, may be nothing, but Ling Xiao is just an unknown generation on the entire Tianlong Continent, and if he loses to him, it will really be a faceless.

Not only is he embarrassed, the entire Tianlong Academy will also embarrass him.

However, in the face of Ling Xiao, breaking a thousand troops is really not a big chance.

Still no sword, Ling Xiao just looked at Po Qianjun lightly and said: "You don't need to generate that much pressure, because losing to me is not shameful at all, and the Son will be defeated in my hands!"

"Huh, can you be defeated by the nameless people like you, Son, let me break the thousand troops to end your arrogance today!"

Po Qianjun took a deep breath.

He has no retreat.

This battle must be exhausted, otherwise, it is estimated that even the Tianlong Academy cannot return.

He can only choose the latter in terms of saving strength to advance or defeat Ling Xiao.

Buzz!

The light flashed over the storage ring, and the sword of the Broken Thousand Army was taken out, exuding a terrifying atmosphere of destruction. The invisible sword gas was forced to Ling Xiao like wind pressure.

The surrounding air was deformed under pressure.

"Good sword! Good momentum!"

Ling Xiao stood there, still no meaning of the sword.

"You don't have a sword yet?"

Po Qianjun was annoyed. He knew that Ling Xiao was a warrior who was good at making swords. If he didn't produce a sword, he would look down on him.

"No need."

Ling Xiao shook his head lightly.

Mo Wu looked at Ling Xiao without shaking his head and sighed, "This man is arrogant and arrogant, even if he is stronger, he will surely overturn in the gutter. Now."

"Thunderbird Swordsmanship · Eagle Strikes into the Sky!"

With a scream, the sword of Po Qian Qian stabs out.

A sword stabbed out, the wind was loud, the sword was awe-inspiring, and the terrifying sense of splitting made many people near Biwutai choose to retreat.