Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Xiao Chen looked at the battle situation at this time and kept it calm, so he did not release the Tyrant Martial Spirit to resolve the battle because he felt that there would be a greater crisis later.

At this time, it was a scene of melee, and the two sides were fighting inextricably.

Under the sunlight, the swords and swords flickered, reflecting this gorgeous stage of life and death battle. Every warrior stands proudly on the battlefield, their eyes full of determination and expectation.

The bamboo forest swayed in the wind, as if cheering for the battle. The weapons in the hands of the warriors are like poisonous snakes and fangs of giant bears, sharp and cold.

Their bodies are strong and strong, like wild leopards shuttling through the jungle, fast and flexible. The warriors' clothes fluttered in the wind, and their figures looked taller and more powerful in the sunlight.

The mountains and rivers were silent in the distance, as if the melee was just a scene in an ink painting. The mountains are like a huge screen, isolating this fighting world from the outside world. The water was as calm as a mirror, reflecting the figures of the warriors, like swords ready to strike.

The lights of swords and shadows intertwined, and the figures of the warriors danced on the battlefield. Their swords split the air like thunder, making a shocking sound.

The blood splattered and was horrifying, but the warriors had no intention of backing down. The more they fought, the braver they became.

On this crazy battlefield, the roars of warriors, the clash of swords, and the whistling of bamboo forests and mountains and rivers intertwined to form a heroic symphony. Every moment is full of tension and excitement, and every attack brings fatal safety.

Although the battle was calm, the warriors' postures were still as tall as pine trees, and our eyes were still as hesitant as iron.

Once the main body dies, the loss is huge.

puff!

"Humph, do they think you are not prepared?"

"Please help me, do they still want to watch the battle?"

At that pace, if only a few minutes passed, Ling Yuantu would be defeated.

Bad Image has been waiting for that moment to come.

"yes!"

I had not made bad preparations. I thought that those preparations would still be helpful, but they would be disintegrated in an instant at that time.

"Haha, Ling Yuantu, he will definitely lose today. He will have to fight tooth and nail. Look at him surrendering."

At this moment, changes occurred on the battlefield.

At the last moment, seventeen more white-clothed warriors wearing unicorn masks had joined the battle. The strength of each of us is lost to Ling Yuantu and Fei Xue. The key is that none of us has the magic weapon of reincarnation.

With a snort, Ji Chenyun actually threw out a picture.

Ji Chenyun showed excitement.

Fei Xue looked at that scene in shock, completely dumbfounded, and my plan was ruined just like that.

Before one o'clock, the dagger in my hand turned out to be the magic weapon of reincarnation.

That confused few people.

"Nice job, Brother Ling!"

Ling Yuantu's expression changed slightly.

More than a dozen figures flew out of the painting.

The ancient divine gun outputs wildly.

When did the Samsara Divine Weapon become so valuable?

That kind of contrast makes people feel the calmness and cruelty of that battle more deeply.

And the most terrifying thing is that everyone does not have the magic weapon of reincarnation, everyone is weak and powerful.

A white shadow suddenly appeared from the formation, turned into a white lightning, and rushed towards Ling Yuantu.

That fighting power is too powerful!

"The remnants of the doomsday!"

One turned into a golden crow, and the other turned into a golden dragon. They easily killed their opponents.

Logically speaking, I should be scared or panicked, but underneath my face was excitement, and I knew exactly what I was thinking.

These king clones that could have blocked me originally had obviously increased their combat power, but instead they were completely blocked. I shot them across and killed a dozen of them in an instant.

Everyone shouted in unison. At the last moment, the combat power of these Four Tribulation Kings increased dramatically, and the highest one more than doubled.

As the combat power surged in an instant, Ling Yuantu's side was blocked by many warriors, and the king's clones were destroyed one after another.

The masked man was not idle either. The two of them attacked Ling Yuantu clearly, and they had a huge advantage.

These eighteen warriors were weak, and we found that they were right, so we hurriedly resisted.

At the same time, Jin Yan and Long Chen also went crazy.

When Xiao Chen saw that the situation was good, he immediately held back, and his combat power exploded instantly.

"That's possible!"

"Haha, what is possible? Do they think that you are just trapping them by setting up the formation? They are looking down on themselves too much. Those remnants of the doomsday are the prey you want!"

No hope yet.

Xiao Chen's performance made me see the possibility of failure in that battle.

You must know that in the past, there were only seven pieces of the Samsara Divine Weapon, and they were all in the hands of the founder.

Fei Xue showed excitement when he saw those eighteen people.

What followed was almost a one-sided massacre.

The most frightening thing is that this person's strength is not inferior to Ji Chenyun or Fei Xue at all.

I thought that by controlling these doomsday remnants, the battle would not be resolved, but now, we are being crushed unilaterally.

But at this moment, everyone was shocked.

They are all also the Four Tribulation Kings.

Fei Xue slowed down and shouted.

In just a few tens of seconds, the clones of the king who wasted blood were almost completely lost, leaving only the main body.

But even if we blocked the chain after chain, there were too few chains, and we were still pierced by these chains and restrained in front of us.

Fei Xue smiled, and the formation suddenly noticed a change.

"Ling Yuantu, he really had to invite those doomsday remnants, and those people were actually willing to help them. It's too bad. Now, you can't realize the plan, Qi!"

A strange line appeared under our foreheads, which looked like a shrunken unicorn with a blood-red mark.

Blood-red chains stretched out from the formation and pounced on the eighteen people.

Seeing that Ling Yuantu was injured, Fei Xue's attack became sharper, and the rays of the magic sword enveloped Ling Yuantu.

How is that bad?

Not that few actually.

"Damn, how could that happen? Why are those eight guys so powerful!"

Even in the face of the threat of life and death, we were not afraid. We used our weapons as pens and our bodies as paper to draw thrilling pictures in that melee.

The violent color tone contrasts sharply with the brutal battle scene. The movement of the sun, the softness of the bamboo forest, and the tranquility of the mountains and rivers all form a strong contrast with the swordsmen's resolute and bloody battles.

The person who took action was wearing a strange mask. This

Ling Yuantu didn't have time to react, and was pierced by the white lightning through his body. Fortunately, I avoided the vital point at the critical moment and was spared death.

In just a moment, Ling Yuantu's reinforcements were all trapped.

Fei Xuure laughed and said: "It's broken. Speeding up the battle will be a waste of time. We are not without helpers yet."