Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

As the assassin's icy voice sounded, the air in the entire hall seemed instantly dark and cold.

It was like being in a cold lake for an instant.

The twenty martial artists and twenty blood drops flew to Ling Xiao at the same time.

The blood-red light was even more gloomy under the faint moonlight.

The harsh sound made the guards in the hall covered their ears.

This attack is almost all-round.

All angles are blocked.

Ling Xiao has no room for escape.

No matter how fast he is, there must first be room for him to flash.

These people obviously knew his terrible speed, so as soon as he shot, he was not given any chance to escape.

This is a really scary assassin!

Better than the killers of the Dark Temple.

Cooperate with the tacit understanding, be decisive, never nonsense.

Anyone who has changed, afraid of facing this sudden attack, will feel very difficult.

Unfortunately, they faced Ling Xiao.

When the blood droplets were less than one meter away from Ling Xiao, Ling Xiao's body suddenly burst into horrible flames and dazzling light.

The twenty assassins lost their vision briefly at that moment, and their eyes were white, and they could not see anything.

When they opened their eyes, they found a monster wrapped in bones on the throne.

His figure is slightly larger than humans, and Sen Han's killing intentions are revealed in his cold eyes.

At this time, his hands, like claws, carried two heads, which turned out to be the two strongest assassins.

Almost all of the blood droplets lost contact in an instant, burned into molten iron by a terrible black flame, and dropped on the ground.

"No, this guy is not right, withdraw!"

Without a hit, the assassins also discovered Ling Xiao's anomaly.

The power of the body of hell is really terrifying.

The multiplied strength has made Ling Xiao face the warriors who have tripled the cultivation of Yin and Yang at this time, just as easily as facing children.

The assassins turned and tried to leave.

However, at this moment, all the doors and windows of the hall were closed, making a trembling sound.

The assassins tried to knock the gate and the window apart, but they found that the window and the gate were entangled with bone-like things. No matter how they hit it, they were still.

"Since it's here, why should we go?"

Ling Xiao threw the enemy's head on the ground, and said with a bit of joking and cruel tone.

"monster!"

The assassins' faces were very ugly.

They knew that today they might not be able to escape from here.

So everyone took out a dagger, and then re-formed the battle front, watching Ling Xiao with vigilance.

"Oh, yes, although I don’t know who the assassins you cultivated, but you are really good. Seeing that the two assassins in the triple Yin and Yang realm were killed, they can still face it calmly, without crying and crying. No surrender, it’s good, it’s good."

Ling Xiao smiled, but was even more confused in his heart. Who the hell was that he could cultivate such a dead man.

Changed the average person, seeing the scene just now, I am afraid someone has already kneeled down to beg for mercy.

The remaining 18 people are different. They did not ask for mercy, but they still wanted to continue fighting.

"Give you the opportunity to come and kill me, but you only have three minutes. When the time has passed, you will get a shot for me."

Ling Xiao wanted to see some clues from the battle, so she said this.

"on!"

The assassins are welcome.

Anyway, there is no way to escape, it is better to decide a death fight.

Eighteen people killed Ling Xiao with rhythm and rules.

At a distance of less than three meters from Ling Xiao, a strange projectile was suddenly thrown at the same time.

There was no sound of explosion, only the smoke that filled the hall.

"Poison mist? Right,

Ling Xiao stood there muttering to herself: "Although there is no poison, it can avoid the soul and the five senses, which is really great."

In this dangerous situation, he actually smiled.

And laughed very happily.

Suddenly, a cold murderous intention came from behind.

Ling Xiao's figure flickered and escaped easily.

However, in the direction of his dodge, another cold mountain seemed to have been prepared, waiting for him there.

"Interesting, really interesting!"

Ling Xiao reached up and banged up.

The fist collided with the blade, and an amazing sound erupted.

Then there was a mumble.

Ling Xiao attempted to pursue, but found that from behind and to the left, several cold mountains struck again.

"It's so interesting. It's actually such a tacit cooperation. It seems that you have suffered a lot for training."

Ling Xiao froze for a moment, then smiled again, then gave up and continued to kill the enemy in front of him, turned around and attacked towards the left.

Under such circumstances, passive defense is the most dangerous thing, and only an attack can solve the crisis.

He promised to give the opponent three minutes, but he didn't say he wouldn't shoot.

Faced with these assassins in the Yin-Yang realm, unless you have a problem with your brain, you will never bury yourself in that pit.

Bang!

The burst of fist drove back the assassin in front of him, but there was no way to use his full strength.

Because at the moment of attack, other assassins will always attack from different angles, making people unable to concentrate on the enemy in front of them.

"This type of fighting has never been seen before. It seems that most of these people are not people in the Divine Phoenix Continent."

Ling Xiao thought while fighting.

But after all, the identity of the enemy cannot be determined.

Although the opponent's fighting style is very characteristic, he has never seen it, so there is no way to infer.

At this point, even Yuan Zun could not help him.

"Well, since it can't be inferred, then kill it."

Ling Xiao is not going to play anymore.

It's time to end this boring assassination game.

"Three minutes have passed, you have lost your chance!"

As Ling Xiao's voice sounded, a terrifying murderous intention suddenly broke out in his body.

This murderous intention turned out to be like a gust of wind, blowing away the mist that filled the hall.

All the eighteen assassins were blown out.

Ling Xiao once again sat on the throne of Fengming Qishan, holding the cold chin with his hand and said lightly: "Give you a chance, whoever speaks behind the scene, who can live away from here."

"Do not say? Then I will kill one by one, to see if you can hold on."

Ling Xiao smiled a little, and then pointed to the guardian leader who had been trembling: "Come and start."

"I!"

"Death without hands!"

Ling Xiao said lightly, his voice was cold, without any slight feeling.

The guard commander gritted his teeth, raised the steel knife in his hand, and walked to an assassin.

He must do this.

Because he saw the power and horror of Ling Xiao.