Lingxiaozi's retreat was beyond everyone's expectation.
It can be said that among the warriors from all the tribes here, if it were not for his age limit, he would definitely be a strong man with half a king's combat power, even if he was poor.
I have to admit in my heart that this is a true genius.
However, being able to repel Ling Xiaozi means that the foundation Qingyang Huan possesses is not weaker at all, or even stronger.
Thirteen divine forms forged by the fierce bloodline of the king level.
For any warrior of the same level, having one of these divine forms is a big blessing, let alone thirteen.
The increase in quantity is enough to produce quality. changes.
"I underestimated you" Looking at Qingyang Huan stepping forward, Ling Xiaozi suppressed the solemnity in his eyes.
Although the fierce divine form possessed by Qingyang Huan was weaker than his royal blood inheritance, it was as everyone thought.
It turns out that the total number of thirteen paths has produced substantial changes.
It is not a surprise to be able to withstand his spiritual light sword.
As the first generation blood descendant of the king, he has sufficient faith in his own fighting power.
Even though Qingyang Huan has shown enough background, this kind of faith does not make him Still didn't waver at all.
He is the son of the king, the true pride of heaven.
He even believes that if he is given a year and a half, he will be able to stand up to the saints and the poor, and he is expected to be the king in the future.
His eyes began to turn cold, and he shouted: "If you think you can defeat a true blood descendant of the king with these, then you are too naive."
Buzz Ling Xiaozi roared, holding his big hand in vain, and a little spiritual light seemed to light up from nothingness.
The spiritual light was as bright as a flower in an instant, like a bright sun of spiritual light, surrounded by an ocean of light.
锵锵锵 The sonorous sound of thunder exploded, and his big hand began to pull out from the aura sun.
This scene seemed very slow, but in fact it was extremely fast.
The sonorous sound shook the boundless void around him.
A spiritual sword flashing with cyan divine light was pulled out from nothingness.
At the same time, a vast and incomparable aura rose up, causing phantoms to appear in people's minds.
"The Soul-Slaying Sword is a divine weapon imitated from the real King's Soul-Slaying King Sword.
King Lingxiao has great expectations for Lingxiaozi.
He not only personally simplified the ancient magic sword, but also collected the divine gold of heaven and earth. , the corresponding divine weapons were cast from gold.”
"I heard that a small piece of spiritual heavenly gold was added to this spirit-slaying sword.
It was the divine material of heaven and earth that truly made the king's soldiers.
If it weren't for the fear that Lingxiaozi's current state would not be able to control it, I'm afraid that King Lingxiao would have to forge one.
The pinnacle half-king soldier.”
"Lingdao Heavenly Gold is the true kingly gold.
King Lingxiao's Soul-Decapitating King Sword is precisely because of a large piece of Spiritual Dao Heavenly Gold that laid the foundation of Wang Bing.
Even if this Spirit-Slaying Sword is only fused with a fingernail-sized The power of spiritual heavenly gold cannot be resisted by ordinary heavenly weapons."
"How can the human race's tyrannical fighting body be able to withstand the magic weapon mixed with king's ingredients?"
Seeing the spirit-slaying sword pulled out from the void by Ling Xiaozi, the warriors around him were awe-inspiring.
Although most of them have extraordinary backgrounds, they cannot reach the level of luxury like Lingxiaozi.
A piece of royal gold that can be used to cast royal soldiers, placed in any ancient clan tribe, is the foundation for suppressing the tribe.
Will take it out.
Ling Xiaozi pulled out the Spirit-Slaying Sword, obviously feeling the threat from Qingyang Huan and wanting to kill this threat.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Ling Xiaozi.
Everyone was waiting to see how majestic a magic weapon that was truly mixed with Wang Jin would be.
With the appearance of the Spirit-Slaying Sword, it seemed that the spiritual light all over the sky was suddenly controlled, and terrifying and sharp qi energy surged towards Qingyang Huan.
Qingyang Huan, who was moving forward, stopped and turned around to protect the Holy Face Goddess behind him.
Feeling the fierce conquest, the worry in Sheng Yan's eyes became more solemn.
The two of them walked together from Yaoshan, and Qingyang Huan's promotion speed had surpassed hers.
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This speed also surprised her.
However, now, it is not that Qingyang Huan is not strong enough, but that there are too many young strong men here.
The younger generation of many kings have gathered together, and they can be said to be the most recent talents among billions of beings.
No matter how fast Qingyang Huan is promoted, he cannot overtake them all.
Not to mention that Qing Yanghuan's current cultivation level is said to have been promoted to the realm of true oneness, but this realm has not been completely consolidated.
Unfortunately, Ling Xiaozi showed no mercy and took action again.
As he clenched the Soul-Slaying Sword in his big hand, a world of aura suddenly appeared behind it.
The rotation of the aura world instantly connected with the Soul-Severing Sword.
With the blessing of the small world, the spirit-slaying sword in his hand was activated, and a terrifying sword light burst out from the blade, like an electric shock, appearing in front of Qingyang Huan as if no time was wasted at all.
Ho ho ho Qingyang Huan stood in the void, his eyes suddenly shrank, and before his eyes could condense to one point, the fist in his hand was blasted out.
The next moment, his whole person seemed to have received a violent impact, and his body was pushed out for several seconds.
Miles away.
Dots of blood dripped down into the dilapidated bones that had been bombarded below.
The sharp sword light tore open the purple-gold divine armor that protected him, and tore a bloody gash on his body covered with wild lines.
"How is this possible?"
Seeing Qingyang Huan standing in the void, the blood on his palm suddenly stopped flowing.
Ling Xiaozi's eyes suddenly shrank.
He naturally had a clear understanding of the power of the Spirit-Slaying Sword.
It turned out that there was only a bloody mark on Qingyang Huan's big hand, and the power of the Soul-Destroying Sword did not decline.
The only explanation is that Qingyang Huan's fighting body is powerful enough to block his Soul-Destroying Sword.
"If you can catch my one sword, let's see if you can catch my ten swords, a hundred swords, or a thousand swords.
I want to see if your bones are strong or if my spirit-slaying sword is sharp."
Ling Lie filled his eyes again, Ling Xiaozi's eyes became cold, and the aura world buzzed out from behind, echoing the spirit-cutting sword.
This time, he raised the spiritual sword in his hand high, as if he was exercising the power of life and death between heaven and earth, wiping out endless beings.
Buzz At this moment, many warriors fighting around them felt an extremely oppressive aura coming.
This aura was almost unavoidable, and the path of the spiritual path manifested into a big dragon coiling in the void. , each one hides terrible spiritual power.
A spiritual light that divided heaven and earth seemed to rise in the void.
The golden world spread behind Qingyang Huan was roared by all the evil spirits, one by one baring their teeth and claws to rush up to the sky and tear open the sky full of light.
Black Taoist symbols evolved one after another, surrounding his body, and even seeping into the form of the great evil god.
A strong murderous intention began to fill the world, and the killing aura carried a kind of violent explosion, a kind of raging and violent.
Unrestricted.
Under the overflow of these qi, a faint darkness filled the depths of Qingyang Huan's pupils, and his pupils became even darker, as if he had lost his mind.
In the form of a great fierce god whose entire body resembled gilded scales, traces of black energy began to fill the gaps inlaid with scales.
With purple-gold divine light spreading all over his body, he fell into a kind of blackening. call out In an instant, the spirit-slaying sword in Ling Xiaozi's hand slashed down again.
The terrifying spiritual light seemed to split the world at once.
The air exploded, and even made a clanging sound across the space barrier, as if it had hit gold and iron and splashed out. firelight.
Seeing the incoming sword light, Qingyang Huan, who had already fallen into blackness, raised his head suddenly, and wild violence burst out from his eyes that were completely filled with black and could not see the pupils.
"kill" A vast murderous sound condensed out of thin air between the sky and the earth, and a group of fierce gods behind him moved in unison with his big hands.
The dark Taoist talismans transformed into swords, guns, axes, and each one exuded a boundless killing aura.
The soldiers of killing, the spirit of killing Clang The moment the sword light fell, a gilded war spear appeared in his hand.
It was the heavenly weapon he had obtained from the Great Gui battlefield.
The weapon has not decayed after a long time.
Although it seems to be a heavenly weapon, after using this war spear against the enemy for so long, he also discovered that it is extraordinary.
It is definitely not as simple as a heavenly weapon.
The war spear that had just manifested was surrounded by black energy, and Dao talismans were intertwined on it, facing the sword light.
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Clang In an instant, the black energy and spiritual light collided, as if a star exploded, blooming with boundless divine light, making it difficult to open one's eyes.
Buzz The war spear struck by the spiritual light trembled and buzzed violently, and almost flew out of Qingyang Huan's hand.
His blood energy surged and he grabbed the war spear tightly.
"Condensation" A ray of clarity burst out from the eyes that had long been unable to see clearly, tearing open the boundless darkness.
In an instant, in the eyes of many warriors, Qingyang Huan's body seemed to have lifted up again and turned into a divine mountain, pushing out in the void.
Rumble The war spear that was a hundred feet long danced, and the black Taoist symbols attached to the war spear suddenly intertwined and formed a dark track, like a dragon ravaging the void.
"Killing Orbit, he is possessed" Some people exclaimed when they saw the huge dragon as black as ink wrapped around the war spear, surging into the void unbridled, revealing the vastness of the killing.
This kind of killing has no consciousness, only killing.
All life is the target of killing, wild, raging, disordered, and lost.
The ultimate fate of warriors who understand the art of killing in the wilderness is like this.
They can either master killing and let killing become their assistance in killing, or they can become slaves of killing and turn into a walking corpse that only knows killing.
"Killing Puppet" Warriors who have lost their will due to killing are all called killing puppets, because they have lost their original intention in the endless killing.
Of course, Qingyang Huan at this moment did not pay attention to the voices of the warriors around him.
The golden war spear in his hand circled the killing track, cleansing the void, and killed towards Lingxiaozi
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