Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

They never expected that Ling Xiao had such terrifying means.

In just this moment, seven masters were killed directly. Under the power of the seven murderous weapons, their bodies were as fragile as paper and were torn into pieces in an instant.

Blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the entire battlefield red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and death.

Ling Xiao, on the other hand, was like a ruthless killing machine. There was no fluctuation in his eyes, as if all this was expected by him. He continued to control the Seven Ultimate Killing Formations and the Seven Great Killing Weapons, and launched an even more violent attack on the remaining enemies.

On this blood-stained battlefield, seventeen of the forty-eight people had lost their lives. Their bodies lay quietly on the ground, silently telling the horror of this battle.

The eyes of the remaining thirty-one people were full of fear and despair. They had never thought that Ling Xiao, who really went all out, would be so powerful, so powerful that it chilled their hearts and made them tremble with fear.

"asshole!"

Duanmu Li stood on the edge of the battlefield, his eyes like torches, staring at Ling Xiao. His fists were clenched and his veins were bulging, as if he wanted to pour out all his anger.

Many of these masters were borrowed from his family with great effort, and each one was a leader in the martial arts world. However, at this moment, seventeen of them had been lost. This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to him.

His face was livid, the corners of his mouth were trembling slightly, and his eyes were flashing with blazing anger, as if it was about to burn Ling Xiao to death. He took action again, trying to break through Long Chen's obstruction and stop Ling Xiao's killing.

However, Long Chen stood in front of him like an iron wall. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get even close to Ling Xiao.

"Long Chen, how dare you stop me!" Duanmu Li roared angrily, his voice hoarse and full of hatred, as if he wanted to tear Long Chen into pieces.

However, Long Chen remained unmoved. His eyes were firm and cold, as if to say, no matter how angry you are, I will not let you pass.

Duanmu Li screamed in anger, his body trembled slightly, as if he would collapse at any time. He kept trying to break through Long Chen's blockage, but was ruthlessly blocked every time.

His heart was filled with helplessness and despair. He understood that he could not stop Ling Xiao's killing at all, and could only watch the remaining thirty-one people fall one by one.

The atmosphere on the battlefield became increasingly tense, and Ling Xiao's killing continued, but Duanmuli could only stand aside, helpless. His heart was filled with anger and unwillingness, but he could only accept this cruel reality.

On the other side, Ling Xiao was still killing everyone.

In this battlefield shrouded in blood and carnage, Ling Xiao's figure shuttles like a ghost, and every move he makes is accompanied by the breath of death, which makes people feel awe.

With the assistance of the Seven Ultimate Killing Formation, Ling Xiao was even more at home, and his attacks became more and more fierce, as if he wanted to tear the entire world apart.

The remaining thirty-one Tianhe Realm experts were originally the best in the martial arts world. However, at this moment, under Ling Xiao's killing, they actually started to defend themselves, and they no longer even had the courage to attack.

Their eyes were full of fear and despair, as if they had seen their own end.

Among this group of people, there was a master holding a giant axe. He was tall and muscular, and looked extremely powerful.

However, even though he was so strong, he still seemed powerless when facing the attack of the Seven Ultimate Killing Formation. He had just blocked a fierce attack from the Seven Ultimate Killing Formation when he retreated tens of meters and almost fell to the ground.

He just stopped and before he could take a breath, a long sword pierced his chest like lightning.

His whole body trembled violently, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he retreated backwards, trying to avoid this fatal blow. However, the speed of the long sword was so fast that he could not dodge it.

When retreating, his reaction was not slow. He hit the long sword hard with a giant ax in an attempt to knock the sword away. However, the sword only shook slightly, as if it was unscathed.

Immediately afterwards, a blood-red knife appeared in his sight like a ghost. With a flash of light, the master's head left his body, and blood sprayed out like a fountain, dyeing the entire sky red.

This scene made the remaining Tianhe Realm experts even more frightened. They looked at Ling Xiao as if they were seeing the God of Death himself.

They knew that they could not resist Ling Xiao's killing and could only wait for death to come. Ling Xiao, on the other hand, was like a ruthless killing machine, continuing to wreak havoc on the battlefield. Every move he made was accompanied by death and despair.

After Ling Xiao killed this man with a bloodthirsty knife, his figure disappeared from the place again. The next moment, no one knew where he would appear from, no one knew what methods he would use, and the remaining thirty strong men had the hearts of Panic.

The sun shines on the bloody battlefield, and Ling Xiao's figure is like a ghost, and every flash of his appearance is accompanied by the shadow of death.

After he killed one person with his bloodthirsty knife, his figure disappeared from the place again, as if blending into the air, making it impossible to capture.

Every time he appeared was full of unknowns and fears. The remaining thirty strong men were panic-stricken. They looked around, trying to find traces of Ling Xiao, but found nothing.

Ling Xiao seemed to have become a ghost on this battlefield. Every attack he made was precise and deadly, making it difficult to guard against.

The hearts of the remaining strong men are filled with fear and despair. They know that Ling Xiao's killing is still continuing, and their lives are like candles in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

At this moment, another person felt the threat of death. He was nervously watching the surroundings, and suddenly, a dangerous breath came to his face. He tilted his head and instinctively dodged a fatal punch.

However, this did not make him feel relieved, because immediately afterwards, a powerful force came from his abdomen, and he was hit by a huge hammer and flew backwards in an instant.

Before he could stop, he was kicked hard in the abdomen again. This time, he could almost hear the sound of his bones breaking.

He wailed in pain, and the whole person hunched his body, retreating backwards like a kite with a broken string, almost flying a hundred meters away.

This master rolled in the air, and every collision made him feel so painful. He tried to stabilize his body, but he couldn't do it. He could only watch himself fly backwards, his heart full of fear and despair.

He knew that this time, he was probably in danger.

At this breathtakingly tense moment, the high-level Tianhe Realm warrior had just stabilized his body and had no time to catch his breath when an unprecedented terrifying threat came towards him like a storm.