Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

? "Good!"

Ling Xiao couldn't help smiling, he didn't know what martial arts Meng Tong practiced, but it was certainly not weak.

Otherwise, such a strong momentum is unlikely to erupt.

Of course, the stronger Mengtong, the happier he is!

"Come on, use your strongest blow, let me see your quality!"

Ling Xiao did not move forward. He stood there like an eternal god of war. Even if there were violent waves and raging winds, he could not shake him half.

"Master, be careful!"

Menton's moves have condensed to the extreme.

There is no difference in the momentum, but after all, the battle can not only look at the momentum, the final result is king.

The voice fell to the ground, and Fang Tianhua's halberd shook in the hands of Meng Tong. All the outburst of war suddenly disappeared, and then completely condensed on the tip of the gun.

It was so overwhelming that almost all the soldiers onlookers could not bear the fighting intent, which was instantly compressed to the size of the spearpoint.

Once released, how terrifying it must be.

"it is good!"

Faced with this shot, Ling Xiao did not skimp on his own admiration, and then on the black sword, the black and white colors continued to condense.

Killing and destroying the sword will also be integrated into it.

A hundred guns of war!

Light and Shadow God Cone!

Rumble rumbling!

The violent ringing sounded like a thunder, and continued to echo below the ground. Many soldiers were unable to defend for a while. They were hit by the terrifying impact and fell to the ground, their faces full of terror.

terrible!

It's terrible!

They thought Mengtong was a monster, powerful enough to be scared.

Unexpectedly, this looks gentle and gentle, actually so powerful.

It was only a single fight, and the resulting movement has convinced them completely.

This time, even if Ling Xiao lost, they also served.

With such people leading, their future is bound to be bright.

The terrifying confrontation continues, but the sharp-eyed people will find out that Mentong has begun to retreat.

On the ground, he had stepped on a terrible crack, and his legs fell into the mud, but he was still pushed back.

"dead!"

From Ling Xiao's mouth, a word suddenly broke out.

Everyone shivered violently.

At that moment, they seemed to see the appearance of the killing god, and the whole ground seemed to be a sea of ​​blood.

After a while, the roar was over!

The burst of breath also disappeared.

Meng Tong stood there blankly, with a sword pointed on his neck like that, above the tip of the sword, and a touch of red.

"Lost! I lost!"

Meng Tong smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect my son to be so powerful. Even if I show everything, I am not your opponent."

"Your weakness is that there are too few changes in moves, but this is also exactly your advantage. The key depends on who you fight with."

Ling Xiao put away the sword with a smile, and then patted Mengtong's shoulder and said: "Ordinary people, naturally you can't see your flaws, so keeping your current style may be the best, without changing."

He also said that he was also worried that in the event of this battle, because Mengtong lost to him, he hurriedly changed the fighting style, and then he went awry.

"My subordinates knew that the son only had this sword. It almost made me really think that I was going to die. The horrible sword-killing intention was really terrible."

Mengtong at this moment is willing to serve Ling Xiao willingly, and is completely convinced by mouth.

It used to be for gratitude, now it is for sincerity. The two seem to be no different, but in fact they are much different.

Repaying always regards himself as an outsider and Ling Xiao as a benefactor.

And sincerity is effective, that is to treat Ling Xiao as his own, as a brother.

The onlookers also cast their admiration and admiration on Ling Xiao.

The sixteen-year-old boy would be so powerful, which made them feel ashamed.

"Son, your sword intention should have been small?"

"Xiaocheng's seventh floor is not far from Dacheng."

Ling Xiao's cultivation is progressing, light and shadow are progressing, and swordsmanship is also progressing.

Because of this, his fighting power can always remain very strong.

Unlike many martial arts who focused on the improvement of cultivation behavior, martial arts martial arts could not keep up.

He will not.

"The son is really powerful, and the unpredictable things like Jianyi can continue to improve, which really makes me wait for shame."

Qin Huo smiled bitterly: "Although I am cultivated to be a celestial realm, but the fighting intentions are just entry, I can never break through Xiaocheng."

Sword intention is also a kind of war intention, but there are more people who use swords, so they are listed separately. It is difficult to understand the war intention and use it.

It is said that 10,000 of the 100,000 warriors can awaken the war intentions;

Of these 10,000, only one thousand can solidify their war intentions and practice to reach the entry level.

Of the thousand, those who could promote their war intentions to Xiaocheng were only able to talk to a few people.

So don't look at how many people can explode into a strong momentum, but that is unconscious, it is not a war of intent, nor can it be used to fight and bless attack defense.

"It depends on fate. I really can't help you. This time, I have something to tell you."

Ling Xiao smiled and said: "The border trial is about to start soon. I will put you into the master of Beimo City, under the command of Jin Ning, the general of the Shenhuang Empire, as long as he has enough military skills, You can be completely separated from the status of slaves!"

"Really?"

These people are still slaves, at least they are still slaves in the records of the Divine Phoenix Empire. If you want to get rid of this identity, no one can talk about it, you must have military merit.

So when they heard Ling Xiao's words, they were extremely excited.

"Naturally is true, but you should be clear that the battlefield of the Divine Phoenix Empire is more dangerous than on the Dragon Continent, so your strength should be improved as soon as possible. In terms of weapons and equipment, I will find a way for you. Don't worry about this."

Ling Xiao reminded.

"Master, rest assured, we will definitely practice hard."

Qin Huo nodded.

"Remember, your present life is not only your own but also mine. I will not allow any one of you to die, so you must survive for me and witness the day when the human race holy dynasty regains control of Xuanjie!"

Ling Xiao said loudly.

"Yes!"

A uniform voice sounded here.

Ling Xiao nodded with satisfaction.

The warrior from the military is different. The discipline is very good. They will complete the tasks assigned by themselves, which makes him very at ease.

"Continue to practice, I won't disturb you!"

Taking advantage of the night, Ling Xiao left this mysterious house.

Just like when he came, as silent as a ghost.

Shadow Step cooperates with Shadow Armor, it really is unless it is a warrior who is much stronger than him. Otherwise, it is a difficult thing to find him.