Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Like Ling Xiao, Dugu Shengjian has a special body and its defense is terribly powerful.

He looked at Ling Xiao coldly, frowning tightly.

Just that blow, he used almost 90% of his skill, but he could not hurt Ling Xiao.

This opponent really surprised him.

"Okay, it looks like you should have also practiced a special kind of defensive martial arts. Since that's the case, let's see who has stronger defense!"

After speaking, Dugu Shengjian attacked again, his legs bent, and then he jumped up suddenly. In a flash, he had reached Ling Xiao.

"kill!"

This sound came from Ling Xiao and Du Gu Sheng Jian almost simultaneously.

The two men also produced swords almost simultaneously.

The celestial sword and the holy sword collide, but no one can help anyone.

"go to hell!"

Suddenly, Dugu Shengjian waved his left arm and punched Ling Xiao with a punch.

Almost at the same time, Ling Xiao's left hand also hit the head of Dugu Shengjian.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, but the two's attacks focused on each other at the same time.

Dugu Shengjian felt that he was not hitting a single person, but a copper wall and an iron wall.

Ling Xiao felt that the person he hit was also not a person, but more like a steel body.

"I rely on, what fight is this?"

Those who watched the excitement were ignorant.

"It's enough for Dugu Shengjian to have a Eucharist. What does Ling Xiao's body do so hard?"

In their exclamation, Ling Xiao and Du Gu Sheng Jian have collided in the air dozens of times in a row.

The fists of the two fell on each other like raindrops.

It turned out that whoever wants to fight has a stronger physical body.

After dozens of punches, Dugu Shengjian suddenly got out and backed away.

Slightly panicked, he looked at Ling Xiao: "Impossible, why is this guy's flesh stronger than me?"

He couldn't help it anymore, but Ling Xiao still seemed to be like nothing else, which made him totally unacceptable.

"Oh, you’re proud of the Eucharist, but that’s the case."

Ling Xiao was not in a hurry to attack. Although he was in a much better situation than Dugu Shengjian, he continued to be hammered by the opponent and his blood was still a little tumbling, so he needed to recover well.

Of course, Dugu Shengjian is much more embarrassed than him.

At this time, the solitary holy sword was covered with bruises, and his clothes were much worn.

The nearly perfect flesh was beaten as if it had experienced an abuse.

The most troublesome thing is that this kind of injury is a bruise. Even if the Eucharist has a very strong recovery ability, the bruise is not able to be eliminated in a while.

This made the Dugu Holy Sword extremely angry.

Remember, from the time he remembered, no one has been able to leave any scars on his body.

His father, the Emperor, the Lonely Sword is unwilling, while others have no such ability.

Especially among his peers, aside from the remaining nine forces, he was never afraid of anyone.

In every battle, he didn't even need to do anything. With the Eucharist alone, he could fight each other without even knowing his mother.

But today, Ling Xiao has left so many scars on his body.

This is even more terrifying than the hatred sword of sword eighteen.

Jian Eighteen was only a sneak attack.

But Ling Xiao's attack was caused by his full frontal attack.

How can this not make him angry?

Anger!

The murderousness is soaring wildly.

Can't stay!

Ling Xiao must not stay!

Even if he paid a huge price, he must let Ling Xiao die!

Otherwise, give Ling Xiao a little more time, Ling Xiao will definitely ride on his head, and at that time, he will have no chance of defeating Ling Xiao, and can only accept the tragic fate of failure.

"What's the matter, my prince! Isn't it a nuisance? Why is it okay now?"

Ling Xiao fell on the ground, looking at the solitary holy sword sarcastically, the arrogant voice resounded all around.

Everyone listened in their ears and was shocked.

No one dares to laugh at the Lonely Holy Sword, because they deeply fear the Lonely Holy Sword.

But at this time, they did not think that the solitary holy sword was invincible among their peers.

Ling Xiao's performance made them realize that the copper walls and iron walls of the sword dynasty were not unbreakable.

"Stinky boy, he is more powerful than the old man thought."

Jian Fulong laughed.

"Frightened me, almost thought he was crazy."

With such words on his mouth, Yan Yue's face showed an excited smile.

Jian Eighteen was dumbfounded.

As a master, I really don’t know when my apprentice becomes so powerful.

Among the dragon puppets, Jian Luoying had wiped away her tears.

She used to worry that Ling Xiao was not the opponent of Dugu Shengjian, but now, she has no such worry at all.

Ling Xiao's performance is extremely reassuring.

"Monster, what a monster!"

Lan Mei murmured to himself, thinking that at the time, when this blockbuster made a big noise, this kid should have just turned to the sixteenth layer of hell or seventeenth layer of hell.

Although he could not remember clearly, he never reached the eighteenth level of hell.

Today, it can already compete with the fitness level of the lonely holy sword.

It's so angry.

"Mother, see that, Ling Xiao is much more powerful than we thought, don't be against him."

Lan Di Meichen was trembling, shouting tremblingly.

This time, Lan Mei Mo didn't fight Lan Di Mei Chen, because Lan Di Mei Chen said nothing wrong.

"It doesn't matter, we have magic dragon puppets, not to mention Ling Xiao, even if it is the old thing of Jian Fulong, don't want to leave alive today."

Lammie gritted his teeth.

Fight, fight hard, it's best to fight both sides, so that she can use the dragon puppet to reap everything.

Hearing everyone's argument, and then seeing the smug faces of the enemies opposite, there was a fire burning in the heart of Dugu Shengjian.

Shame!

Sad and angry!

Strong discomfort!

He self-righteously believes that Jian Fulong can easily defeat Ling Xiao without shooting.

But reality gave him a slap in the face.

Even if Ling Xiao stood there and let him fight, he would never be able to fight.

The proud Eucharist, in front of Ling Xiao, became a joke.

angry!

Anger!

"Angry? Then use your strongest sacred body. I remember, when the dragon elephant department, your sacred body has evolved into a king-level sacred body, hasn't it?"

Ling Xiao didn't quite understand why the Dukoku Holy Sword didn't use the king-level holy body, which was obviously stronger.

"Relax, it will work."

Dugu Holy Sword actually wants to use the king-level sacred body, but the problem is that the king-level sacred body consumes too much true yuan.

If it was not forced, he would never use it.

But now, it has reached the point where it has to be used.

Even if it is consumed to death, he will never tolerate Ling Xiao riding on his head.

no way!

His solitary holy sword is proud!

It was the first genius of the sword dynasty. Even if it was dead, it would have to die better.

"Burn, King-level Eucharist!"

As his roar sounded, a white flame burned on him.

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