Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The scene of "Ling Xiao"'s fragmented body made everyone frightened and stunned.

"Haha, hahahaha, idiot, I said it earlier, and you've never been able to survive after encountering it."

Fan Ruolin laughed when she saw Ling Xiao was killed. She seemed to be in a good mood.

"Interesting, your Wu Family's Wuhun turned out to be a musical instrument, but this is a rare Wuhun."

Ling Xiao had also seen the musical instrument Wuhun, that was when Yue Huazong.

However, the musical instrument martial arts that I saw at that time, because the martial arts itself was too weak, could not exert too much power at all.

Not like now.

Fan Ruolin's martial spirit can release a horrible sound wave that is enough to destroy the enemy with a slight movement, making people unpredictable.

Hearing Ling Xiao's voice, Fan Ruolin's entire face became extremely funny.

As if he had seen a ghost, he suddenly turned back to Ling Xiao standing there intact.

"You! Are you a ghost?"

"Nonsense, of course I am a person. I have been wondering for a long time, how could your Wu family be like Wu Fan's family not known by outsiders? what.

It's a pity that I can't hide my eyes."

Only Ling Xiao's Tai Chi Eyes can see the essence through appearances and can discover what Fan Ruolin's real killing is.

"Okay, now that you have seen it, then I don't need to hide it."

Fan Ruolin's speech, there was a ghost image of Guzheng behind.

The Guzheng is antique and looks pretty, covered with special lines, as if it were inhabited by souls.

It's really amazing.

"Qinmo hit!"

At the moment when Wuhun was revealed, horrible music sounded at the same time.

This time, Fan Ruolin rose into the air, and as the music was released, the entire ring burst.

Although it was not completely blown up due to the special material of the ring, it has also been bumpy and unsightly.

"Change the ring!"

The host shouted, and a brand new ring was replaced.

"These two are terrible, no matter who they are, we are not opponents."

"Yeah, it's a battle of equal wisdom and strength, both of them are too weird."

"Change us up, it is estimated that we will not survive a round?"

"One meeting? I guess it won't last for half a round."

"You young people are really terrible. It is estimated that there will be more jaw-dropping battles at this White Tiger Fair, and it's exciting to think about it."

"Yeah, this is just Fan Sanzi. I really don't know how strong Hai Sijie was that day?"

Everyone was excited. From the beginning, they were completely hostile to Ling Xiao, and now they even have some admiration for Ling Xiao.

After all, Xuanjie is a place to talk about strength. Whoever is stronger will have more say.

Ling Xiao's demonstrated ability is really admirable.

Naturally, they will not be completely abusive.

In this era, they can see the confrontation between geniuses, but in fact they have not lived a life.

The big waves are scouring the sand, natural selection, and how many of the so-called geniuses can really survive and perform miracles. That's really unclear.

The ring is replaced, and it is a better ring, which is dissatisfied with the formation of the circle. Obviously, it is to deal with the tough attacks of the two.

Ling Xiao gradually saw through Fan Ruolin's way, and above the long sword in his hand, he began to radiate a hint of blackness.

At this time, he no longer intends to continue to waste time.

Fan Ruolin also clearly felt Ling Xiao's fighting intentions and murderousness that were full of body.

He also wants to fight his most beautiful battle!

In this battle, if Ling Xiao can be eliminated, he will take it to a higher level, even if it is Jun Mochou, he may win.

However, if he loses, Fan Ruolin is afraid that he will not only become a laughing stock, but he will also be decadent for a long time.

Failure to do so will affect the duel at the Baihu Fengyun meeting.

"Ling Xiao, come on, use your strongest moves. In this battle, I want to make you defeat and convince!"

Fan Ruolin roared loudly.

Ling Xiao couldn't help laughing.

Based on Fan Ruolin's strength, he really is not qualified to let him use all his strength.

Not to mention Fan Ruolin, even Jun Mochou does not deserve him to exert his full strength.

The sword in Ling Xiao's hands is condensing horrible black energy.

Behind him is a dark night.

Above his head, a dark magic sword hung.

Then, he threw away the long sword in his hand, grabbed the dark magic sword directly, and looked at Fan Ruolin.

Using the Dark Sword to deal with Fan Ruolin, it was really overkill.

However, it is also necessary to hone combat skills in such a battle, so Ling Xiao still wants to use it.

What's more, the dark magic sword has different powers to deal with Fan Ruolin in front of him.

The first move of "Demons of Destruction" can solve the problem.

As soon as the dark magic sword came out, the entire ring suddenly became ghastly, as if some monster came.

Ok?

Ling Xiao froze for a moment, because he clearly felt that something in the hell tower was calling him.

That kind of energy is very similar to Archaic Heavenly Devil, but there are some differences.

But it is absolutely pure dark energy and shadowy meaning.

"Forget it, don't think so much. After solving the battle in front of you, let's think about other things."

Ling Xiao shook his head and looked back at Fan Ruolin.

At this time, Fan Ruolin was suspended in mid-air, and there was an extra guzheng in his hand.

If you look closely, you will find that the Guzheng is not an entity, but his martial spirit.

"The Killing Movement·Sound!"

As Fan Ruolin's voice sounded, a gutsy piece of music was released above Guzheng, gradually covering the entire ring.

Faintly, I could feel as if there were thousands of troops fighting, making people frightened.

"Dark Sword· Exterminate!"

The dark magic sword in Ling Xiao's hand has also been stabbed.

The horrible black sword gas spewed out of the dark magic sword like a fountain, spreading rapidly around the center of his body.

Within the entirety of the sixty-ninth floor, almost all were black sword spirits.

...

Fan Ruolin flickered, constantly avoiding Ling Xiao's attack, and at the same time urged the movement.

At this time, he was already in a state of embarrassment, his clothes were already ragged, and he had been stained with blood, which looked very miserable.

However, the smile of the winner was revealed on his face.

"Crack it! The killing movement!"

At that moment, all the notes on the entire ring burst at the same time, and the ring instantly became a terrible battlefield.

People can even see thousands of soldiers killing Ling Xiao, and want to tear Ling Xiao into pieces.

"Useless! Your strength is too weak!"

Ling Xiao still just stood there, the dark magic sword in his hand suddenly waved, and the sword qi that had been released all condensed together in an instant, forming a huge black sword.