Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 838 The Son Has Been Lost?

"Damn, I said you two are fighting, can you not destroy the protective wall, you will exhaust us old things to death?"

An older referee was so angry that his teeth were itching, but his face looked excited.

Although the fighting of these little dolls was nothing to him, it was completely different to have such a terrifying attack at this age.

To be honest, although he was tired, he was still happy to hear such an outstanding young hero appear on Tianlong Continent.

Ji Mingkong stopped and looked at the cracked protective wall, with an unsightly expression on his face.

Although at her speed, an attack like Ling Xiao's is basically unlikely to hit her.

But the problem is, once such a powerful attack power hits her, even with her defense, she will still be injured.

With a cold snort, Ji Mingkong's aura suddenly swelled, and the Tianyuan force on the sword became more and more intense.

But in an instant, her pupils shrank suddenly.

Because Ling Xiao suddenly appeared in front of her, only inches away from him.

"Bastard, it's actually a clone!"

Ling Xiao's avatars are all physical, because each sword soul avatar is made using the sword as the foundation, combined with soul power, and "Shadow Sword Art".

Because it is a solid body, it is difficult to distinguish, let alone the ordinary naked eye is difficult to distinguish, even the magic eye of Mo Wushang can't see through it.

This is the scary thing about physical clones.

As long as the avatar does not make a move, on the surface, there is no slight difference from the main body.

"what--!"

In the auditorium, several high-level officials of the Heavenly King Sect stood up involuntarily, fearing that Ji Mingkong would suffer.

However, Ji Mingkong's performance was better than they expected.

With a flick of the rapier in his hand, he actually drew circles of rings. These rings are extremely sharp, and there is a tough Tianyuan wall in the middle, which is equivalent to the thickness of Tianyuan force to protect the body.

It is almost impossible for Ling Xiao to penetrate all these Tianyuan walls in an instant without getting hurt.

While performing the move, Ji Mingkong retreated quickly. She knew that she was suppressed now, and she had to get rid of Ling Xiao's attack before she could fight back.

However, Ling Xiao is like a barbarian who is not afraid of death. Facing the sharp rings, he doesn't care at all, and just rushes in.

On the golden dragon wings, black and golden rays of light emerged, and his speed actually increased a bit.

The ring was completely shattered. Although Ling Xiao's attack was alleviated, it failed to leave the slightest trace on Ling Xiao's body.

"Almost forgot, this kid's defense is even more terrifying than that of Long Chen."

In the stands, a martial artist slapped his head and suddenly thought of something.

And Ji Mingkong also noticed this, so there was a somewhat surprised expression on his face.

"No matter how strong your defense is, it is meaningless under Bengong's sword!"

Ji Mingkong snorted coldly, and was just about to raise his sword to fight back, taking advantage of Ling Xiao's slowing down to regain his advantage.

However, at this moment, a severe chill came from behind, and the icy feeling penetrated into the skin, making her shiver involuntarily.

He didn't look back, because Ji Mingkong knew it was too late.

She never thought that if Ling Xiao could use the sword soul avatar once, he could use it twice or three times!
Ling Xiao behind Ji Mingkong, the power condensed on the Purple Lightning Sword has reached the extreme, the terrifying Tianyuan force is constantly boiling and shaking like boiling water.

Then, a fierce sword stabbed firmly in the back of Ji Mingkong's heart.

Except that he didn't burst into the Heavenly Human Realm, Ling Xiao can be regarded as having exerted the power of this sword to the extreme.

After the sword was thrust out, there was a loud sonic boom in the air, and many of the warriors who were close to the competition stage became deaf for a moment.

"Shadow Transformation Sword Art Second Style: Furious Sea with Thousand Layers of Stormy Waves!"

A roar erupted in Ling Xiao's heart, and the power on the Zidian sword soared wildly again, and the Tianyuan power around him turned into a stormy wave and rushed towards Ji Mingkong.

Then, under everyone's horrified eyes, violent waves hit Ji Mingkong's back one after another.

Ji Mingkong had no chance to dodge at all.

The crazy force knocked her into the air like debris, like a flower trampled by a crazy buffalo.

Fragile and pathetic!
With a long sigh of relief, Ling Xiao withdrew the Purple Lightning Sword, and the other two sword soul clones were all returned and integrated into Ling Xiao's body.

Rumble!
The attack continues.

The most frightening thing about Ling Xiao's second form of the Shadow Transformation Sword Art is that it continues to attack strongly.

The attack is endless and will not stop.

Even if you block the first wave of attacks, you still have to withstand the next attacks, which is impossible for ordinary people to do.

Although this Ji Mingkong was not ordinary, he was thrown flying by the continuous attacks, and he was about to fall off the arena.

"What! The Son actually lost?"

Countless people watched in disbelief at Ji Mingkong, who kept flying and fell towards the competition platform, with expressions of shock and disbelief on his face.

This is the Holy Son!
The head of the six sons of the Holy Dynasty!
Even the person who was considered the most likely to obtain the status of "Heaven's Chosen One" was defeated so easily?
However, the expressions of those who were familiar with Ji Mingkong were very indifferent.

If Ji Mingkong lost so easily, then she is not worthy of being the holy son of the holy dynasty, let alone the head of the six sons of the holy dynasty.

All eyes were on the competition stage, and Ji Mingkong's body throwing speed decreased significantly, which showed that she had gradually disintegrated Ling Xiao's attack.

But even so, the shame of being knocked into the air by Ling Xiao made many people in the Tianwangmen look unhappy.

Their disdain for Ling Xiao seemed to have turned into a strong irony against Ji Mingkong instead.

"Hmph, the little guy's attack is pretty good."

The chief referee snorted coldly, his emotions towards Ling Xiao were somewhat complicated.

"Yeah, it's a pity that although the attack is powerful, it's still not powerful enough. With this kind of attack, it won't cause too much damage to the Holy Son. The second level of Tianji Sword Art's 'Dancing Kongshu' is really not good. Simple."

Another referee stroked his beard and said with emotion.

"That's right, this holy son is indeed worthy of being a holy son. His strength is so rare in this age group. I'm afraid he is the closest person to Yu Xuanyue. It seems that the Heavenly King Sect and the Holy Dynasty have cultivated her over the years. , that really must be the best effort."

Another referee nodded and said: "Ling Xiao's blow just now should be the strongest blow. If his skills stop here, I'm afraid he will really lose to Shengzi!"

"That's not necessarily the case. This kid seems to know that his trick won't work. He's just trying to test it. You can see his expression is still very calm. If it's not pretending, then there must be something hidden."

"But what kind of concealment method can achieve such an effect that even the chief referee can't see it?"

(End of this chapter)