Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Under the sunlight, the thin sword in Ji Mingkong's hand showed a strange light, and at a glance he knew that it was not ordinary.

It is estimated that the worst is also an immortal treasure, and may have special effects.

The pupils in Ji Mingkong’s beautiful eyes contracted slightly, and then he laughed again: "It doesn’t make sense to say anything now. This palace was originally meant to give justice to Jian Wangzong. You are stubborn, I am not wrong. You are wrong!"

"Justice?"

Ling Xiao really wanted to laugh.

I’m afraid that even Ji Mingkong wouldn’t believe it.

"I have seen shameless, but shameless like you are really a minority."

Ling Xiao's face froze, and the purple electric sword in his hand became more and more radiant.

"Go ahead, with someone like you, there is nothing left to say."

Feeling the horror of Tianyuan force flowing from Ling Xiao's body, Ji Mingkong's beautiful eyes flashed a surprise.

It seems that this kid really is not completely pretending to go to the Tianmai Warrior, but the Tianyuan Force is already close to 10%, which is something that the ordinary Tianmai Warrior can't do.

No wonder this kid can defeat Qin Bixue.

It's a pity that in the face of me, there is still no chance.

The slender jade held a slender sword, and the whirlwind condensed by the Tianyuan force circled and danced above the long sword.

The spilt energy continuously collides with the protective wall and the competition platform.

After some rigorous renovation, the competition platform is still marked by the fierce Tianyuan force, which is very ugly.

Ji Mingkong raised his sword and pointed at Ling Xiao. The sharp sword edge spit the letter like a viper, which made people feel a terrible threat.

As the Tianyuan force in the body of the two kept pouring out, the momentum became stronger.

The atmosphere of the entire venue became tense.

The air seemed to be frozen, and everyone seemed to have performed a body-setting technique.

Can't speak.

Not even dare to move.

Their gazes were directed towards the competition platform, and they really wanted to know what the outcome of this battle would be.

It was Ling Xiao, the dark horse, who defeated the six sons of the Holy Dynasty completely.

Or did Ji Mingkong keep his glory?

On the competition platform, Ling Xiao took a deep breath, and in her eyes, there was a black-gold flame.

"Ling Xiao, you have to remember that your opponent is the Son, the legal heir of the pilgrimage! You better..."

On the VIP seat, the Holy Emperor was still a little uneasy, so he tried to convey his meaning to Ling Xiao.

But what made him angry was that Ling Xiao didn't wait for him to finish talking, and just under his eyes, his feet moved, his body turned into a residual image, and his sword was thrust into Ji Mingkong at a very fast speed.

"What nonsense, let's talk after fighting!"

When Jian Guang flew away, Ling Xiao threw this sentence to the Holy Emperor.

Now that the face has been torn, there is no need to be implicit.

The anger in his chest is going to erupt completely today, and he will never be merciless!

It seems that the beast that has been waiting for a long time, and finally when it is time to hunt prey, how could Ling Xiao stop at this time.

Ji Mingkong looked at Ling Xiao rushing coldly.

There was some disdain in her eyes.

While possessing the natural dragon soul, he also owns the "Heavenly Martial Spirit" passed down from generation to generation.

The celestial martial arts soul can allow a warrior to have the ability to fly in a transcendent realm, and can also display various horrible lore skills.

The natural dragon soul represents vitality and the ability to recover from immortality.

Tianji Wuhun brought her terrifying attack and defense capabilities.

Therefore, Ji Mingkong is not afraid of Ling Xiao, and even disdains Ling Xiao, and it is not without reason.

When Ling Xiao was less than ten meters away from her, Ji Mingkong finally moved.

At that moment, a weird pavilion appeared behind her. There were countless strange inscriptions on the pavilion.

This is the materialized form of Tianji Martial Soul.

"Swoosh!"

As the inscription of the pavilion radiated a soft light, Ji Mingkong's speed also reached an astonishing level, spanning ten meters in an instant, and passed by Ling Xiao.

Because the speed is too fast, many people have not seen the moment passing by, and the two have already had a shocking match.

The strange thin sword in Ji Mingkong's hands shook gently, and the sharp Tianyuan force turned into a sword stab at Ling Xiao's throat.

At that moment, Ling Xiao also shot.

The cold glow of the purple electric sword flashed, and the thunder and lightning sympathized, and it was easy to smash Ji Mingkong's sword qi completely.

After destroying the sword spirits, Ling Xiao was not idle.

A strong murderous intention flashed in the indifferent eyes.

Then a sword pierced Ji Mingkong's back.

The horrible sword gas instantly compressed the air to the point of becoming almost solid. Many people even had some illusions, thinking that Ji Mingkong's body had become distorted.

Feeling the strong and fierce sword spirit behind him, Ji Mingkong frowned.

It seems a little unexpected.

Ling Xiao's response and judgment are much better than she thought.

She has also seen Ling Xiao's battles with other people before. She knows Ling Xiao. Although she says she disdains Ling Xiao, she actually feels a little afraid of Ling Xiao.

So in battle, she was actually very serious.

However, this time, Ling Xiao's performance was better than any previous one.

While frowning, Ji Mingkong's thin sword stabbed backward, blocking Ling Xiao's purple electric sword at an extremely strange angle.

Ding!

The collision of gold and iron symphony sounded, but the Purple Electric Sword was not stopped. The terrifying power of thunder and lightning combined with the powerful destruction of the sword, Ling Xiao prevailed at this moment.

The slender sword was almost crushed like this.

"His~~"

Seeing this scene, the disciples of the Heavenly King Gate all took a breath.

They never thought that the beginning of the battle would be such a scene, Ling Xiao actually dared to face the Son face to face.

Ji Mingkong is Ji Mingkong in the end.

Although surprised, but not panicking.

At that moment, a terrifying force of Tianyuan was condensed on the thin sword, and the originally slender sword was instantly widened a lot. The horrifying force actually flicked Ling Xiao and the purple electric sword together.

"This is a sword of heaven?"

In the stands, someone recognized the sword in Ji Mingkong's hands.

"It's not wrong. She used the Heavenly Sword that was passed down from generation to generation, and the swordsmanship she used was the Heavenly Sword!"

"The rumored celestial sword is a complete set of swords, ranging from all kinds of treasures to the legendary celestial celestial artifacts. I don't know how much remains in the holy dynasty."

"This is not the key, the key is that "Tianji Sword Art" is extremely difficult to practice, but every time you practice it, you can get a heavy change in the Tianji Martial Soul. There are 36 layers in the Tianji Martial Soul. So far, only Wang Ren has succeeded."

"Yes, other royal children, thank you for being able to practice to the first floor by the age of 20, but depending on the situation, His Royal Highness has already successfully cultivated the "form changes" on the third floor, so her heavenly sword , Can be large or small."

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