Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Fuck, I said, you two fight, can you not destroy the protective wall, you have to exhaust some of our old things?"

A senior referee was so angry that his teeth tickled, but his face looked excited.

Although the battle of these little dolls is nothing in his eyes, but this age has such a terrible attack, which is completely different.

To be honest, although tired, but such a brilliant young hero can appear on the Dragon Continent, he is still happy.

Ji Mingkong stopped his body and looked at the cracked protective wall, the expression on his face was not very beautiful.

Although at her speed, an attack like Ling Xiao is basically unlikely to attack her.

The problem is, once such a powerful attack power really hits her, even if it is her defense, it will still be injured.

With a cold snort, Ji Mingkong's body suddenly plummeted, and above the sword, Tianyuan's power was vomiting, becoming stronger and stronger.

But in a flash, her pupils contracted suddenly.

Because Ling Xiao suddenly appeared in front of her, only a few inches away from him.

"Asshole, it's actually a doppelganger!"

Ling Xiao's avatars are all physical, because each sword soul avatar is made using the sword as the base, with the soul power, and "Hua Ying Jian Jue".

Because it is an entity, it is difficult to distinguish, let alone the ordinary naked eye is difficult to distinguish, even the kind of magic eye that does not hurt is invisible.

This is the terrible thing about entity avatars.

As long as the doppelganger does not shoot, on the surface, there is no slight difference from the body.

"what--!"

In the auditorium, several senior leaders of the Tianwangmen stood up involuntarily, lest Ji Mingkong lose.

However, Ji Mingkong's performance is still better than they thought.

With a trembling sword in his hand, he actually drew a circle of circles. These circles are extremely sharp, and there is a tough Tianyuan wall in the middle, which is equivalent to the thickness of the body protection Tianyuan force.

Ling Xiao wanted to pierce all the Tianyuan walls in an instant without hurting, which is almost impossible.

While performing his moves, Ji Mingkong retreated quickly. She knew that she was now suppressed and she had to get rid of Ling Xiao's attack before she could fight back.

However, Ling Xiao is like a barbarian who is not afraid of death. In the face of Dao Dao's sharp ring, he completely ignored it and rushed in.

Above the golden dragon wings, a black and golden light appeared, and his speed actually increased a bit.

The ring was completely smashed, although relieved Ling Xiao's attack, but failed to leave a trace on Ling Xiao's body.

"Almost forgot, this kid's defense is more terrible than that of Longchen."

In the stands, a warrior patted his head and suddenly thought of something.

And Ji Mingkong was aware of this, so a surprised expression appeared on his face.

"No matter how strong your defense is, it doesn't make any sense under the sword of this palace!"

Ji Mingkong snorted coldly, just preparing to raise his sword to fight back, taking advantage of Ling Xiao's speed slowing down to regain his advantage.

However, at this moment, a sensation of chill came from behind, and the cold feeling penetrated into the skin, so she could not help but shivered.

Did not look back, because Ji Mingkong knew it was too late.

She never thought that Ling Xiao could use the Soul of Soul once to use it twice or three times!

Ling Xiao behind Ji Mingkong, the power condensed on the Purple Electric Sword has reached the extreme, the terrifying Tianyuan force is constantly boiling and shaking like boiling water.

Then, a fierce sword stabbed firmly in the back of Ji Mingkong.

Except that there is no cultivation practice that broke out of the heaven and earth, Ling Xiao can be regarded as the ultimate power of this sword.

After the sword was stabbed, a loud sonic boom was produced in the air. Many of the martial artists who were close to the Biwutai deaf ears for a moment.

"The second form of Huaying Jianjue · Thousand Layers of Fury!"

Roar exploded in Ling Xiao's heart, and the power on the Purple Electric Sword surged again. The Tianyuan force around him turned into a stormy sea and rushed to Ji Mingkong.

Then in the horrified eyes of everyone, one after another violent waves hit Ji Mingkong's back.

Ji Mingkong had no chance of evading.

Crazy power knocked her out like debris, like a flower trampled by a crazy bison.

Fragile and sad!

With a long sigh of relief, Ling Xiao withdrew the Purple Electric Sword, and the other two sword soul avatars were all attributed to Ling Xiao's body.

Rumble!

The attack continues.

The most terrifying thing about Ling Xiao, the second type of Shadow Sword Skill, is that it continuously attacks strongly.

The attack will not stop and will not stop.

Even if you block the first wave of attacks, but also withstand the following attacks, ordinary people simply can not do it.

Although Ji Mingkong was not ordinary, he was thrown out by this continuous attack, and he was about to fall off the competition platform.

"What! The Son was defeated?"

Countless people looked at the Ming Jikong, who was constantly tossing and falling towards the Biwutai, with a shocked and unbelievable expression on his face.

This is the Son!

The head of the six sons of the Holy Dynasty!

Even the one who is considered to be the most likely to get the status of "the son of the heavenly election" would be defeated so easily?

However, the expression of people familiar with Ji Mingkong is very indifferent.

If Ji Mingkong lost so easily, then she would not be worthy of being the son of the pilgrimage, nor even the head of the six sons of the pilgrimage.

Everyone's eyes were on Biwutai. The speed of Ji Mingkong's body tossing dropped significantly, which showed that she had gradually disintegrated Ling Xiao's attack.

But even so, being smashed by Ling Xiao, this disgrace has made many people in the Heavenly King's face look not very beautiful.

Their disdain for Ling Xiao seemed to become a strong satire to Ji Mingkong.

"Huh, the little guy is good at attacking."

The chief referee snorted coldly, and he was a bit complicated about Ling Xiao's emotions.

"Yeah, it's a pity that although the attack is strong, it is still not powerful enough. Based on this attack, it will not cause too much damage to the Son. The second layer of "Sky Dance" of Tianji swordsmanship is really not. Simple."

Another referee sighed his beard with emotion.

"Yes, this son is worthy of being a son. His strength is very rare at this age. I am afraid that it is the closest person to Yu Xuanyue. It seems that the King of Heaven and the Holy Cultivation of her in these years. , That’s really hard work."

Another referee nodded and said, "Ling Xiao should have the strongest blow just now. If he stops here, I'm afraid I will lose to the Son!"

"That's not necessarily, this kid seems to have known that his move can't work, it's just a temptation. You look at his expression, it still seems very calm. If it's not pretended, then there must be hidden."

"What kind of hiding means can actually achieve this effect, even the referee can't see it?"

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