Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

"Wang Baeg, Benhou killed you!"

Perhaps anger and roar can weaken the fear of Dongjunhou.

His voice overshadowed the rest of the Xianglong business as if the beast roared.

No matter what method Xiao Xiao used, he now has no escape route at all. Only by killing Ling Xiao, his fear can be completely weakened.

This time, he completely used Netherfire Winter on his attack.

Suddenly a giant hand descended from the sky and slapped Ling Xiao on him.

At this time, Ling Xiao was in a weak stage because he launched two consecutive attacks, but he couldn't escape it.

The huge palm was composed of a dark fire, and Ling Xiao was placed on the ground.

puff!

Once again, Ling Xiao was injured, a spit of blood spewed out, and his face became a lot white.

Although he has light and shadow armor, but his internal strength is still limited. Most of the previous consumption was on the attack. At this time, light and shadow armor is weak.

Injuries are inevitable.

And this is already the best situation.

The ordinary warriors of heaven and human are afraid that they will be shot directly by Dongjunhou.

"Die, die, die! Now I see what else you can do!"

Dong Junhou felt that he controlled Ling Xiao, Ling Xiao could not release any attack, and the fear in his heart also weakened a lot.

Accelerating to approach Ling Xiao, Dong Junhou planned to kill Ling Xiao completely, he did not want to continue to struggle.

Ling Xiao has a terrible potential that he does not have. Almost every time he is knocked down, he will stand up again and release even more terrible energy.

He must resolve the battle as soon as possible.

Boom!

The huge Wraith Hand was hit!

Boom!

The tremendous impact hit the Netherfire Hand again.

Even though Ling Xiao was lying on the ground, he still had the power of terror to fight against this huge fire.

Boom!

Another time, there was a crack in the hand of Netherfire.

Not only did the light on Ling Xiao's body not diminish, but it strengthened again.

Continuous breakthrough?

Everyone was dumbfounded.

I have seen repairs as a breakthrough, but I have never seen such a breakthrough. It’s just a battle. It’s good to go from the early stage of Jiuzhong to the middle of Jiuzhong.

But what's going on?

How did it break through again?

The late nineth heaven?

Boom!

Finally, a ray of light pierced the hand of the Netherfire, and the huge palm fell apart.

Dongjunhou only froze for a short while, but Ling Xiao got rid of his powerful control.

"Dongjunhou, what other tricks do you have, and I will let you lose your mouth today!"

Facing Dongjunhou at this moment, Ling Xiao's confidence increased a lot.

Dongjun Hou was injured by Wu Xiang first, and then Ling Xiao left a lot of wounds on his body. It seems that there is no problem, but in fact, as time goes by, it has been full of holes, and his strength has fallen very seriously.

Until Ling Xiao bit off one arm of Dong Junhou by sneak attack of Void Shadow Crocodile, Dong Junhou actually had no advantage in front of Ling Xiao.

Now Ling Xiao does not need to play any tricks.

Next, he had to collide with Dongjun Hou in absolute strength.

The Purple Electric Sword was put away, and Jin Wujian pointed at Dongjunhou.

Ling Xiao raised a sneer in the corner of his mouth.

A huge monster phantom appeared behind him, and the gluttonous roar of roar.

"Is it tough? Is Benhou afraid of you?"

Dongjunhou was most afraid of Ling Xiao's strange and unpredictable attack. Instead, he was not afraid of Ling Xiao's face-to-face attack.

At this time Ling Xiao showed a completely tough attitude.

What is he afraid of?

Even Wu Xiang felt it was unwise for Ling Xiao to give up his advantage to use this fighting method.

But he said nothing.

He felt that there was a reason for what his little brother did.

Since I chose to be tough, there must be a reason.

He chose to trust unconditionally.

The warriors of the city's main palace burst into boos.

"Dongjunhou, since the kid is looking for death, give him a ride."

"Yes, kill him!"

"Kill that idiot!"

They all think that Ling Xiao has taken advantage of the enemy and pride after successively taking advantage of them, so they will choose this way of fighting.

This is stupid, but they like it very much.

Because of this, Ling Xiao is finished.

"Netherfire Ghost!"

In fact, without these people saying, Dongjun Hou also intends to do so. His fear comes from Ling Xiao's terrible unknown attack, not Ling Xiao's power.

Therefore, with strong against strong, he has no fear.

"Gourmet Doomsday!"

Ling Xiao was not afraid of Dongjunhou.

He believed his analysis.

The present Dongjunhou is no longer the original Dongjunhou.

With this blow, he can completely abuse his opponent!

When the terrifying beast roared toward Dongjunhou in the direction of the golden black sword, Dongjunhou suddenly found that the fire above his black sword flinched.

This was only a momentary reaction, and it was impossible for him to give up the attack.

"Boom!"

Knife and sword collision.

The duel between the black phantom fire and the mystery of the shadow.

The collision is so simple, so loud.

At this moment, the ground on which the two were standing began to crack, and then a series of cracking sounds made, and the pieces of stone were completely turned into powder.

The black flame is intertwined with the weird shadow, which has produced a great deal of destructive power, as if a monster has trampled here.

Everyone around the battlefield was quiet, looking at the two people in the field covered with energy and smoke with shocking eyes.

How is the battle?

Who's winning?

This is a problem that affects everyone.

Despite the terrible breath, they felt pain even when they gasped, and even the skin could feel the pain of being split by energy.

But none of them planned to leave.

This battle is related to the survival of the National Assembly.

It is also related to the dignity of the main palace of Langton City.

The smoke cleared, and the figures of the two appeared in their sight.

Dongjunhou was still holding the knife in his hands, and suddenly he laughed when he looked up at the sky.

Ling Xiao stood there, with his golden sword in his hand, his face was very ugly, and his body was still shaking.

The eyes, mouths, ears, and nostrils were all covered with blood, which looked very miserable.

Looking at this scene, the warriors of the Holy Reconciliation Congress sank completely.

Cruel!

However, in the end, the bamboo basket was empty and lost.

"Protect Ling Xiao, you must not let him die!"

Wu Xiang struggled to stand up.

Although Ling Xiao is now defeated, they can't give up. Even if all of them die here, they can't let the Holy See hope and let their good brothers be buried.

"Yes!"

Although the warriors in the National Assembly were disappointed at this time, they did not intend to retreat.

Although the battle has been going on, Ling Xiao has lost, but it has also hit the East Junhou. As long as they dare to fight, this battle will definitely win.