Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 1871 The power of the emperor, the fist of the sky

"What kind of defense is this? Even spirit weapons can't penetrate it?"

You know, his cultivation is three realms higher than Ling Xiao's.

Not only that, but what he holds in his hand is the sword of the spiritual weapon.

Although it was only a mortal, it was broken so easily that he didn't even feel the slightest black wind power coming from the opponent's body.

What the hell is this?

Are they still human?

Terrified, he turned to run away.

However, it is a pity that Ling Xiao will no longer give him this opportunity.

A hand stretched out, grabbed his foot directly, and then fell hard to the ground.

Poor martial artist, his head was smashed on the spot.

The black wind inscription rushed into Ling Xiao's body.

At this moment, another person's fist was printed on Ling Xiao's temple.

The terrifying power of the black wind was completely vented, as if it wanted to blast Ling Xiao's head into pieces.

The terrifying black air almost completely enveloped Ling Xiao's head.

However, the result of such a horrific scene is really speechless.

The terrifying black air blasted Ling Xiao's head, and it was bounced off directly.

Ling Xiao stood there without even moving his head, nor deformed in the slightest.

"No! Impossible! What the hell is this guy made of?"

The attacker screamed in horror.

You know, in the previous attack, it could be considered that there was a certain part of Ling Xiao's body that was more defensive, or that he was wearing some magic weapon.

But there was obviously nothing on the temple, yet he couldn't break it with this punch.

This is a punch that surpasses the opponent's three realms of cultivation.

Not to mention killing the other party, he didn't even leave a trace.

How could he not be terrified by such a shocking scene.

He turned around and wanted to escape, but his fist seemed to be stuck to Ling Xiao's temple, and he couldn't break free.

"Two black wind inscriptions in hand!"

At this time, Ling Xiao stretched out his palm and grabbed the opponent's head.

On the hand, there is a blue-yellow light flickering faintly.

Click!

The sound of the skull shattering sounded, Ling Xiao didn't use any martial arts, nor did he use any weapons, just scratched the opponent's head with his hands.

"what--!"

There was a shrill and scalp-numbing scream.

All the warriors of the Tianhai Empire surrounding Ling Xiao took several steps back, as if they were afraid that they would become the next victim.

"Sure enough!"

Zhu Shaocong looked at this scene, smiled wryly and shook his head.

Just now in the underground palace, he has already seen Ling Xiao's strength, but that strength is only his subjective feeling.

Only now did he see such a fact, and he further confirmed his thoughts.

The martial arts Ling Xiao practiced in this underground palace is probably extremely powerful.

Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to directly cross the cultivation base of the three realms to kill the opponent.

Ling Xiao standing there is really like the statue of the emperor in the underground palace, which makes people have to look up and be in awe.

And those two warriors who rushed towards Ling Xiao suddenly stopped in mid-air.

As a result, the movement of the attack became stiff.

They rejoiced and were terrified.

Fortunately, I didn't attack Ling Xiao first, and I didn't have to die so early and miserably.

To their horror, death was still very close to them.

Ling Xiao is too powerful!

This kind of power is completely unreasonable, but so real.

What did this guy get in the underground palace to become so powerful?

In fact, they didn't understand that after Ling Xiao came out of the underground palace, he didn't have the idea of ​​suppressing his mysterious body at all.

The bloody battle in purgatory is coming to an end, he needs to rely on the body of the mysterious world to get more black wind inscriptions, and then get more benefits.

What's more, the fighting style that he learned in the underground palace before is exactly the fighting style of the body of the mysterious world.

At this time, it is not wrong to get familiar with it and strengthen it.

So in fact, although Ling Xiao's cultivation seems to be only at the second level of the Heavenly Human Realm, in fact, his Empress Dowager Earth's power is already comparable to that of a strong man at the thirteenth level of the Yin Yang Realm.

How could a warrior in the Heavenly Human Realm be able to win him.

"If you want to kill me, why don't you do it?"

Ling Xiao walked forward and quickly approached the two hesitant warriors.

The hearts of the two men trembled violently, they screamed, turned around and fled in embarrassment at the same time.

Facing such a terrifying Ling Xiao, how could they still have the slightest will to fight? It would be lucky if they survived, and they still want to get the black wind inscription on Ling Xiao's body?

Do not joke!
"Can you go?"

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, and waved his right hand lightly.

In the sky, unexpectedly fell a big hand covering the sky.

This palm is entwined with cyan light, full of the power of the sky, even Chi Yang has to back away.

When the big hand that covered the sky fell, the terrifying pressure crushed the nearby boulders into fine pieces.

The legs of those two seemed to be filled with lead, and they couldn't escape half a step.

"No!"

The two of them howled in horror, and then struggled to their deathbed. At the same time, they punched the big hand that covered the sky, trying to tear the palm into pieces.

Boom!

There is no suspense.

This terrifying blue hand was not hindered by anything, and it was directly slapped down.

Two black wind inscriptions flew out from under the big hand and rushed into Ling Xiao's body.

Ling Xiao's black wind cultivation base has improved a lot, reaching the sixth level of the heavenly and human realm.

Those two poor fellows were turned into a pulp by this terrifying big hand, and even their bones were nowhere to be found.

"What kind of power is this? How can it be so terrifying, as if it is falling from the sky?"

Fengmo Shengjian watched this scene nervously, and the powerful aura released from that big hand that covered the sky made him feel a lot of pressure.

At this moment, Ling Xiao didn't look like a human being at all, but like the legendary god of heaven.

Wearing the heavenly battle armor, he is mighty and extraordinary.

"Want to know? I can tell you, because you will be the one who dies next!"

Ling Xiao's voice rang indifferently in the ears of Fengmo Shengjian.

"The power of the emperor, the fist of the sky!"

The moment the sound sounded, Feng Mo Shengjian suddenly felt his heart tighten, and then he saw the terrifying fist of the sky blasting towards him again.

It's just a palm before.

This time, it was a fist.

That huge fist was like a meteor falling.

"Block him together, or we'll all die!"

The Fengmo Holy Sword has long lost the confidence it had before. Facing Ling Xiao, who showed terrifying strength as soon as he came out, he roared loudly.

All of a sudden, dozens of black winds rushed to the sky and collided with the fist of the sky.

However, at this moment, the Holy Wind Demon Sword turned into a beam of sword light and fled towards the distance.

He actually abandoned his comrades-in-arms and made these people his cannon fodder.

Rumble!
The fist fell like a mountain pressing down on the top.

None of the more than a dozen warriors of the Sky Sea Empire was spared, and all of them were smashed to pieces by this punch.

A total of twelve black wind inscriptions flew into Ling Xiao's body.

(End of this chapter)