Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 200 Magic Iron Sheet
"Young Master, you still have to be careful, those two people from Tianren Auction House are very strong!"

Leng Mei is not as calm as Ling Xiao. After all, she only has the peak cultivation of the sixth level of martial arts, and has not yet broken through to become a martial artist.

"Well, they are very strong, not far from Li Xinghui, and there are still two of them. In terms of combat experience, it should be said that they are better than Li Xinghui."

Ling Xiao analyzed while walking: "But it's nothing."

He had just successfully practiced the first form of "Shen Prison King's Fist", and his forehand was itching, so someone sent him to his door to let him practice, why not do it?

"Leng Mei, don't make a move later."

Ling Xiao suddenly stopped and said.

"Son!"

"Needless to say, I have something new to try. If you try it, you won't be able to measure it."

"That's fine, but if the young master is in danger, I have to take action." Leng Mei insisted.

"up to you!"

Ling Xiao is not a stubborn person either. If there is a real danger, he naturally wants someone to help.

After negotiating, Ling Xiao simply turned around and looked at the two late-stage seventh-level martial artists who were trying to avoid them not far away.

Tsing Yi fluttered with the wind, like a sword fairy.

"You two don't have to hide anymore. After following for so long, I will go back to Baiyun Temple if I don't make a move."

Ling Xiao just looked at a bush and said lightly.

"Whizzing!"

Two figures rushed out, and surrounded Ling Xiao from both sides.

Now that they have been discovered, there is no point in hiding.

The rest of the following warriors didn't make any moves. Their plan was to fight between the snipe and the clam for the fisherman's profit, and they wanted to see the result of this battle before making a decision.

Ling Xiao suddenly took a step forward.

The whole space suddenly became extremely cold.

This step seems to have changed the surrounding environment. The originally tree-lined world suddenly became dark and damp, and even seemed to have a smell of decay and death.

In the ears, it seems that ghosts and wolves can be heard.

Inside the body, there seemed to be ghosts playing.

The warriors hiding in the dark looked at each other with panic.

The two seventh-level martial artists of Tianren Auction House paused for a moment, and their figures visibly shook for a moment.

But it seemed that he got rid of that predicament immediately, and then turned into two afterimages, like two black arrows, tearing the air and shooting towards Ling Xiao.

"God Prison King Fist - Cracking the Bull's Head!"

A cold voice spit out from Ling Xiao's mouth.

He assumed an odd posture.

At that moment, the two afterimages stopped suddenly, and the whole body became stiff, as if a terrible wind had rushed into the body.

The whole person will be swallowed by this strange coldness.

The terrifying wind howled between the sky and the earth.

The two afterimages desperately used various martial arts in an attempt to protect themselves.

One person waved his palms continuously.

One person's sword flickered coldly.

The ripples generated by the true essence struggled in this dark and wind-ravaged space.

"Whoosh-!"

"Whoosh-!"

There was a huge gasp.

In everyone's eyes, Ling Xiao disappeared.

In its place was a giant monster.

It has a bull-headed human body and holds a huge ax in its hand.

The most frightening thing was the breath of death that kept coming out of the monster's body.

"Die!"

Heavy footsteps sounded on the ground.

The minotaur wielding a huge ax approached the two seventh-level martial artists step by step.

The slower it was, the stronger the panic in the hearts of the two of them.

Every time it took a step, the two of them trembled in their hearts.

Recalcitrant.

Maybe it's the current situation of the two of them.

They frantically swallowed their true essence, resisting the terrible wind, trying to smash this dark space into pieces.

However it didn't work.

The Minotaur still came to them, and the huge ax slammed between the two of them.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Those two martial artists split apart like people made of ceramics.

"God Prison King Fist"!
Not only does it have terrifying power, but it can also cooperate with the soul force to make the enemy hallucinate, and then fall into it, completely losing the power to resist.

If Ling Xiao had mastered this martial art when he was dealing with Li Xinghui, then Li Xinghui would have been killed with one move.

terrible!
Even Ling Xiao felt that this "God Prison King Fist" was too scary.

The two seventh-level martial artists died just like that, without even being able to make a move, they died in the illusion created by themselves.

In the dark, the warriors who followed were terrified, their hearts trembling uncontrollably, as if they had seen the scariest thing since they were born.

"ghost--!"

"A demon from hell!"

"not human!"

Shouts of panic came and went, everyone fled, only the two cold corpses, Ling Xiao and Leng Mei were left.

"Pity."

After a long time, Ling Xiao sighed.

"What's the matter, son, aren't you satisfied with this power?"

Leng Mei asked suspiciously.

"Forgot something."

Ling Xiao smiled wryly: "I originally planned to combine the ghost ship's remnant soul with "God Prison King Fist" to test the effect, but I forgot."

Leng Mei was speechless, what else was she doing, this son of mine really took two late-stage seventh-level martial arts martial artists as test products.

"Forget it, let's go back, "God Prison King Fist" has too many side effects, both of my arms are completely broken."

Ling Xiao shook the arms drooping on both sides of his body and said: "It's time to practice the "Nine Turns of the Golden Body Jue" to the highest level."

"Young master, the things on those two people haven't been searched yet."

Leng Mei reminded.

"There's no need to search. Dead soldiers like them usually don't have any good things on them. I'm afraid they don't even have storage rings."

Ling Xiao shook his head and said.

Although he said so, for Ling Xiao, who was once a beggar, he still didn't want to let go of these two corpses.

It's a pity that, as he deduced, the two of them didn't have storage rings on them, and they didn't even have money bags.

"Huh? What is this?"

Ling Xiao slapped out a palm, and a ball of flames burned up, burning the two corpses clean.

He once practiced "Chi Yang Kung Fu", although it is basically not used now because the grade is too low, but it is still no problem to do this kind of thing.

What's interesting is that when the body was burnt clean, even the bones were burnt clean, there was a piece of black iron that remained.

"Looks like a sword!"

Leng Mei said.

"This is obviously a foot-long piece of iron, how did it become a sword?"

Ling Xiao asked a little unclearly.

"It is said that in ancient times, there was a swordsman in the human race. His sword was a piece of iron, about one foot long."

Leng Mei explained: "This swordsman always kills people with one sword, so it doesn't matter what he uses, and the enemy's magic weapon doesn't mean much to him."

"so smart!"

Ling Xiao had never heard of such a master.

"I also heard from a captain of the Qianlong camp, that captain seems to be the descendant of this swordsman."

"Good guy, this terrifying killing intent can make people collapse instantly!"

The moment Ling Xiao picked up the iron sheet, he saw many scenes of death. If his soul was not strong enough, he would have collapsed in an instant.

This thing should have been wrapped in something so that the killing intent couldn't come out, but it was burned when he burned the body just now.

"Keep it for now, and study it slowly later."

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao put the iron piece into Shanhe Wuhun.

With a strong killing intent, there will be no troubles in the world of mountains and rivers.

(End of this chapter)