Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul Chapter 664: Shameless means
"Yes, brother!"
Wu Xin lost his face just now. He naturally knew that he could not be Ling Xiao’s opponent, but if it was a slave with a lower cultivation level, it would be different. He could definitely kill him. Then regain confidence.
"Your cultivation base has surpassed this slave, but it doesn't matter, this is the cultivation base control ring. Wearing him, you can only exert the same strength as your opponent's cultivation base."
When the host saw Wu Sin, he naturally recognized this person as the core disciple of the Sword King Sect. Although he ranked relatively low, he did not dare to offend him easily.
In the Sword King Sect, the ten core disciples are all treasures of the Sect.
This is exactly the same as in Yuehuazong.
"Brother Ling, what do you think?"
Leng Hao looked at Ling Xiao and asked.
"Shameless!"
Ling Xiao snorted coldly: "What a **** control ring, that's just a way of doing it. The control ring is just an ordinary jade ring, and it doesn't make any sense."
"If you say that, didn't the slave suffer? No matter how powerful he is, I'm afraid he won't be the opponent of Wu Sin of the Seventh Level of Transcendental Realm."
Although Dai Yuling does not have the attributes of a virgin like Zhao Ci, she is also very kind, but kindness will not be abused.
For these slaves, she has the same sympathy as many normal people.
"You are right, but this is the rules of the Colosseum. This Colosseum belongs to the Sword King Sect. How could the Sword King Sect kill its precious disciples?"
Ling Xiao said disdainfully: "I have just asked Liu Cang about that product. In the past few years, no core disciple has ever died in this Colosseum, not once! Normally, this It's simply impossible."
"So that's it, that's really shameless!"
Leng Hao scolded.
"Shameless, it's still to come."
Ling Xiao sneered: "That Wu Sin, although his cultivation level is much stronger than that of the slave, his actual combat ability is too poor. It is simply a flower that grows up in the greenhouse. If he fights later, he will probably be suppressed by the slave. Yes, huh, there will definitely be a good show next."
"No, Brother Ling, no matter how shameless this Colosseum is, it won't directly interfere with this battle, right?"
Leng Hao said in surprise.
"Will I know it later."
There is no argument. He has seen more shameless people. This kind of thing is actually very common in the world.
The host retired.
The slave's eyes suddenly changed.
There was originally endless sorrow and helplessness, but at this time, there was only hatred and anger in his eyes!
This kind of hatred is clearly directed at Wu Sin!
No, maybe it's against the Sword King Sect!
Wu Sin was actually taken aback by the terrifying murderous aura emanating from this slave, and he took two steps back.
"Dead!"
The slave spit out a word full of anger, and his body turned into a sword light and pounced on Wu Sin.
He doesn't mean to keep his hands!
Because he hates it!
He was originally a promising warrior, but was captured by the Sword King Zong by despicable means, and he was put on a bronze mask that was enough to disfigure him.
He hates it!
He hates all the people of the Sword King Sect and wants to kill them all!
The slave also used a sword, just like Ling Xiao.
Although his swordsmanship is not comparable to Ling Xiao, he is more than enough to deal with Wu Sin.
The sword light was so fast, Wu Sin was so frightened that he was already messed up, and in a hurry, he tried his best.
Behind him, there was a ghost of a death row prisoner.
This condemned prisoner, like the undead king, once dominated the Colosseum, but the record of consecutive victories is longer than that of the undead king, with as many as a thousand games.
In the end, I was exhausted to death.
Unexpectedly, his soul has become someone else's martial soul.
The moment the death row prisoner's spirit appeared, Wu Xin's whole body became cold and cruel, and the panic disappeared suddenly.
This is one of the functions that Wuhun brings to warriors.
Boom!
The two attacks came together.
There was a huge roar, and the slave's eyes were still filled with hot hatred. There was nothing else in his eyes. The only thought was revenge!
Although the two retreated a few steps at the same time, the slave attacked again, not giving Wu Sin a chance to breathe.
Wu Sin's fighting will is basically given by the death row prisoner's martial spirit, and his own soul is simply fragile and speechless.
After a few heads-ups, Wu Sin panicked again.
On the slave side, he has also summoned his own Martial Soul.
That is a sword!
A broken sword!
It was the divine sword that finally appeared when the Ling family was under siege and completely pacified the enemy.
The reason why the Divine Sword Gate is called the Divine Sword Gate is because of that sword.
This sword has now become a Wuhun!
Ling Xiao stood up abruptly.
He is shaking all over!
Because the slave was wearing a mask, he could not recognize his appearance, but at this moment, he could already confirm the identity of the slave.
He turned out to be Ling Wuhen!
The former head of the God Sword Gate, this time together with Ling Yihang, went to the Sword King Sect to participate in the martial arts of the four factions.
Why is he here!
It turned out to be like this?
Ling Xiao trembled, not because he was afraid, but because he was angry, he wanted to kill!
Such anger was only experienced when his relatives were killed!
The terrifying murderous intent that permeated his body made Leng Hao and the others who were sitting beside him pale and frightened.
On the battlefield of fighting beasts, the battle continues.
Ling Wuhen, who released his martial soul, suddenly increased his combat power.
In addition to the absolutely suitable and classic martial arts that Ling Xiao brought him, after a few moves, Wu Sin was already forced to retreat.
"Kill him!"
Ling Xiao shouted loudly.
Actually, he didn't need to say, Ling Wuhen wouldn't let this person in front of him.
Because it was the people of the Sword King Sect who made him what he is now, he hated the Sword King Sect people, and he wanted to razed the Sword King Sect to the ground.
Although he may not be able to do it, there is no problem in killing the person in front of him!
"Dang!"
Seeing that Wu Sin's throat was about to be pierced by Ling Wuhen's long sword, the host suddenly jumped into the arena, blocking Ling Wuhen's sword light.
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"Enough!"
The host looked at Ling Wuhen coldly and said: "This battle ends here!"
Perhaps this is not the first time such a thing has happened. Most of the audience in the stands are not surprised, just secretly cursing the Sword King Sect as shameless in their hearts.
After talking about the endless battle, now I see that the slaves have the advantage and I stop calling them. There is no such truth in the world.
But who made this the King of Sword City.
Who made this Colosseum belong to the Sword King Sect?
"Why!"
Ling Wuhen roared angrily. He didn't seem to notice Ling Xiao in the stands. At this time, he was already flooded with hatred. He just wanted revenge, and he didn't care about everything else.