Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Feel the familiar and similar breath of the opponent.

Suddenly, an idea appeared in Xuan Ming's mind.

But he shook his head again and said: "Impossible, how is this possible, and the formation in the Ten Thousand Devil Cemetery, only the king of man can understand the layout, how can he learn!"

But the next moment, he had to slap himself fiercely.

Because the figure drilled in the void is exactly the same as him.

Whether it is strength or appearance, it is exactly the same.

"Surprised old dog, you use this method to obtain the data of the participating martial arts, but you don't know that I am proficient in the method, and I have refined and transformed a more powerful "mirror array"!"

Xuan Feng was once again caught by Ling Xiao, while Leng Mei was rescued by the Dionysian Sword.

Ling Xiao can talk to Xuan Ming indifferently.

"The mirror array utilizes the fairy power of Wan Lei Zhu Xian array, so as long as it is a warrior below the human fairyland, it can be copied!

You are no exception!"

"You guys!"

Xuan Ming was really surprised. He felt that he had won the ticket steadily. He felt that he had seen through Xiao Xiao, but at this moment, he realized that he might not have enough knowledge about this kid.

In this world, in addition to cultivation, there are some things that are more difficult.

Refiner's magic weapon!

The formation of the formation trainer!

Elixir of the pharmacist!

Especially the formation method, once the layout is successful, it can exert effects that you simply cannot imagine.

He was so careless, thinking that Ling Xiao had only the Dire Sword, and he didn't know that this kid led him here, just to take advantage of the magic power of Wan Lei Zhu Xian Zhen.

Without that fairy power, even a mirror array would not be able to replicate his ability.

"Are you surprised?"

Ling Xiao asked with a smile.

"Okay, it's really good, but the mirror is just a mirror after all, do you expect him to beat me?"

Xuan Ming said coldly.

"What if I add Senior Dirk Sword?"

Ling Xiao asked back.

Xuan Ming glanced at the Dionysian Sword. Although he was confident enough to kill the Dior Sword, it would be dangerous if there was a mirror image completely similar to his strength to deal with him.

"Haha, hahahaha, serve! You are the only Yin-Yang warrior who let the old man admire! Say, what do you want?"

Xuan Ming said this, although he was very indignant, but it was obviously to admit it.

No way, he fell into the trap of Ling Xiao, and the hostage in hand was gone. It was impossible to threaten the little guy again.

"I didn't think about anything at all, I just wanted to recapture my friends."

Ling Xiao is actually very clear, although the alcoholic sword and Xuanming mirror will make Xuanming very depressed.

But it is almost impossible to kill it.

The mirror image is the mirror image, as long as the trick is found, it can be cracked.

So what he has to do now is to take advantage of his hands and temporarily make peace with Xuan Ming, and then use more time to ensure his safety.

"Now you have to return to her, can you return Xuanfeng?"

Xuan Ming said coldly.

"That's impossible. Xuan Ming Sect Master is so strong. Once there is no hostage, I'm afraid we can't leave alive."

Ling Xiao shook his head and said: "Well, how about returning to Xuanfeng after we have participated in the Baihu Fengyun Meeting?"

what?

Xuan Ming felt that he should have heard it wrong: "You still want to participate in the Baihu Fengyun Meeting?"

"why not?"

Ling Xiao said lightly: "We finally passed the first two levels, and the next is the battle of the kings. If we want us to give up actively, that is impossible."

"Ha ha ha ha, the old man really likes you more and more, good boy, since you are not afraid of death, then do as you say, if Xuan Feng has three lengths and two shorts, the old man swears that your heavenly empire will be turned into ruins ."

Xuan Ming laughed a few times and said: "Withdraw your formation, the old man would like to see, after the White Tiger Fengyun will end, how can you leave here alive!"

"Then don't worry about the seniors, the juniors know."

Ling Xiao also laughed.

Xuan Ming stopped talking and looked at Xuan Feng diligently: "You follow them for the time being, and sooner or later this account is to be calculated."

After all, he turned and walked away.

A cold and majestic voice came from the air, "All the warriors of the Xuanwu Temple listened to the order, and before the end of the Baihu Fengyun meeting, no shots should be made against Ling Xiao and others, and the offenders were killed!"

Instead of feeling how angry he was, he was very excited.

How much surprise will this kid Ling Xiao bring him?

There hasn't been such a funny little guy for a long time.

No, it should be such an interesting toy!

Play it hard, and then kill it, that would be fun.

Watching Xuan Ming leave, Ling Xiao threw Xuan Feng to the Dionysus Sword Dao: "Senior, this guy will be under your care for a while. I believe that even Xuan Ming cannot easily snatch him from you?"

"Of course."

The Dionysian took over the scared Xuanfeng with a smile and said, "But do you really believe that Xuanming will make you feel at ease to participate in the Baihu Fengyun Meeting?"

"I believe!"

Ling Xiao nodded and said, "That kind of person is too confident and feels that everything is under control, even if I were to participate in the Baihu Fengyun Fair?

Besides, the White Tiger Fengyun Meeting was co-organized by the Xuanwu Temple and the other five forces. Suddenly several talented warriors were killed in the second battle. Do you think the Xuanwu Temple can hold it?

Xuan Ming is very powerful, but the four empires and Zhengyi religion are not vegetarian, especially Zhengyi religion, may not be weaker than Xuanwu shrine."

"This is also true, anyway, he feels that he can kill you at any time, and he is not in a hurry, but what to do after Baihu Fengyun will end? That's the big problem."

The drunkard nodded.

"Don't worry, Senior Drunken Sword, I have already figured out what to do. Next, I need to concentrate on healing and wait for the battle of the king of tomorrow to begin."

Although Ling Xiao can still fight now, his combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced due to the fragmentation of his bones. He must take time to recover.

"Okay, let's all begin to heal. Let me protect the Fa."

The drunkard said in a deep voice.

The people did not talk nonsense, and each entered a state of cultivation.

The qualifications for the battle of the kings were entrenched by Ling Xiao, and if they could not achieve good results, they would be overwhelmed in their hearts.

This night was very calm.

Xuan Ming really did not do anything against Ling Xiao and others, but he issued three commands in a row.

First, the dead and wounded warriors of the Xuanwu Temple were buried for good care of their families;

Secondly, the traffic lanes of Jinglei City to other places are completely blocked. Every road requires a reincarnation strong guard to prevent Ling Xiao from escaping;

Third, announced that he personally presided over the battle of the king.

These three commands are obviously directed at this incident.

Moreover, Xuan Ming felt that he had been closed for too long, and it was time for him to come out and see the world's talents. It is not possible this time to really select some talents worth training for the Xuanwu Temple.

(End of this chapter)