Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul Chapter 200: Magic iron sheet
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"Master, you still have to be careful, the two people at Tianren Auction House are very strong!"
Leng Mei is not as calm as Ling Xiao, after all, she only has the sixth peak of martial arts, and she hasn't broken through to become a martial artist.
"Well, they are very strong, not far from Li Xinghui, and they are still two people. In terms of combat experience, they should be better than Li Xinghui."
Ling Xiao walked and analyzed: "But it's nothing."
He has just successfully practiced the first style of "Prison King's Fist", and his forehand is itchy, so someone will send him to the door to practice his hands. Why not do it?
"Lengmei, don't make a move later."
Ling Xiao suddenly stopped and said.
"The son!"
"Needless to say, I want to try something new. If you do it, you won't be able to measure it."
"All right, but if the son is in danger, I must take action." Leng Mei insisted.
"Whatever you want!"
Ling Xiao is not a stubborn person. If it is really dangerous, he naturally wants someone to help.
After negotiated, Ling Xiao simply turned around and looked at the two martial arts seven-layer late martial arts masters who were trying to avoid them not far away.
Tsing Yi floats in the wind, like a sword fairy.
"The two of you don't have to hide. After following so long, I will return to Baiyun View if I don't take any action."
Ling Xiao just looked at a bush, and said lightly.
"Whooh!"
Two figures rushed out and surrounded Ling Xiao on both sides.
Now that they have been discovered, it makes no sense for them to hide.
The other warriors who followed did not take action. Their plan was that the snipe and the clam competed for the profit of the fisherman. They wanted to see the result of this battle before making a decision.
Ling Xiao suddenly took a step forward.
The entire space suddenly became extremely cold.
This step seems to have changed the surrounding environment. The tree-lined world suddenly became dark and damp, and it even seemed to smell of decay and death.
In the ears, it seems that you can hear the howling of ghosts and wolves.
There seems to be a ghost playing in the body.
The gazes of the warriors who were hiding in the dark became horrified.
The two Seventh Martial Artists of the Tennin Auction House paused for a while, and their bodies visibly trembled for a moment.
But it seemed to be relieved of the dilemma immediately, and then turned into two afterimages, like two black arrows, tearing the air and shooting towards the sky.
"The Prison King's Fist——The Bull's Head is Cracked!"
An icy voice came out of Ling Xiao's mouth.
He put on a weird posture.
At that moment, the two afterimages suddenly stopped, and the whole body became stiff, as if the terrible yin wind rushed into the body.
The whole person will be swallowed by this strange cold.
The terrifying wind whistling between heaven and earth.
Two afterimages desperately use various martial arts in an attempt to protect themselves.
One person waved his palms continuously.
One person's long sword flickered coldly.
The ripples produced by the true essence are struggling in this space where the wind is raging.
"Huh----!"
"Huh----!"
There was a huge gasp.
In everyone's eyes, Ling Xiao disappeared.
was replaced by a giant monster.
Bull head human body, holding a huge axe in his hand.
The most terrifying thing is the breath of death that keeps escaping from the monster's body.
"Die!"
Heavy footsteps sounded on the ground.
The bull-headed monster wielded a huge axe and approached the two seventh-tier warriors step by step.
The slower it is, the stronger the panic in the two people's hearts.
Every time it took a step, the two of them trembled in their hearts.
stubbornly resist.
may be talking about the current situation of these two people.
They were madly vomiting the true essence, against the terrible wind, trying to crush this gloomy space.
But it was useless.
The bull head monster walked up to them, and the huge axe slashed between them.
"click!"
"click!"
The two martial artists were split like ceramic makers.
"Prison King Fist"!
not only possesses terrible power, but also cooperates with soul power to make the enemy hallucinate, and then fall into it, completely losing resistance.
If Ling Xiao had mastered this martial arts when dealing with Li Xinghui, then I am afraid that Li Xinghui would be killed with one move.
Terrible!
Even Ling Xiao thought this "Prison King's Fist" was terrible.
The two seven-tiered martial artists died like that, and they died in the illusion they created without even being able to make a move.
In the dark place, the warriors who followed together were shocked, and their hearts trembled uncontrollably, as if they had seen the most terrible thing since they were born.
"Ghost——!"
"The devil from hell!"
"Not a person!"
Shocks of horror followed one after another. Everyone fled, leaving only the two cold corpses, Ling Xiao and Leng Mei.
"It's a pity."
After a long time, Ling Xiao sighed.
"What's the matter, son, are you still not satisfied with this power?"
Leng Mei asked suspiciously.
"I forgot something."
Ling Xiao smiled bitterly: "I originally planned to combine the ghost ship remnant soul with "Prison King's Fist" to test the effect, but I forgot it."
Leng Mei is speechless, what else is she taking care of, this young man really regards the two martial arts seven-fold late martial arts masters as test items.
"Forget it, let's go back. The side effects of "Prison King's Fist" are too great. Both of my arms are completely broken."
Ling Xiao shook his arms on both sides of his body and said: "It's time to practice "Nine Turns of the Golden Body Art" to the highest level."
"My son, the things on those two people have not been collected yet."
Lengmei reminded.
"No need to search, dead men like them generally don't have any good things on them, I'm afraid they don't even have storage rings."
Ling Xiao shook his head.
Although he said so, Ling Xiao, who was once a beggar, was still unwilling to let go of these two corpses.
Unfortunately, as he inferred, the two of them didn't have any storage rings or even the money bags.
"Huh? What is this?"
Ling Xiao shot out with a palm, and a ball of flame burned, burning the two corpses clean.
He used to practice "Red Sun Gong", although it is basically not used now because of the low grade, but it is not a problem to do this kind of thing.
Interestingly, when the corpse was burned, even the bones were burned, there was a piece of black iron that remained.
"It looks like a sword!"
said Lengmei~IndoMTL.com~ This is obviously a one-foot-long piece of iron, how can it become a sword? "
Ling Xiao asked a little bit unclearly.
"According to legend, in the ancient times, there was a swordsman in the human race. His sword was an iron piece, about one foot long."
Leng Mei explained: "This swordsman always kills people with a sword to seal his throat, so it doesn't matter what he uses. The enemy's magic weapon does not mean much to him."
"So amazing!"
Ling Xiao has never heard of such a master.
"I also heard what a captain of Qianlongying said, that captain seems to be the descendant of this swordsman."
"Good fellow, this terrifying killing intent can make people collapse instantly!"
The moment when Ling Xiao picked up the iron piece, he saw many scenes of death. If his soul were not strong enough, he would really collapse in an instant.
This thing should have been wrapped in something so that the killing intent could not be revealed, but it was burned when he burned the body just now.
"Keep it here, and study it slowly later."
Thinking of this, Ling Xiao put the iron piece into the Wuhun Mountain and River.
With a powerful killing intent, there is no storm in the world of mountains and rivers.
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