Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

In the endless hustle and bustle, Ying Wuxia stands tall, lonely and cold, like the air at the top of the snow peak, fresh and cold.

Her figure is like a lonely cold pine, standing proudly in the wind and rain, fearless.

Her eyes are deep, like a frozen lake in winter, cold and deep, reflecting the life, death and sorrow of the world.

The armor on his body was cold, hard and smooth, like the frozen moonlight, reflecting the cold light. Each piece of armor is like a carefully polished ice blade, with a cold light that makes people dare not look directly at it.

Her long hair is draped over her shoulders, as soft as iron, as black as the late night sky, cold and mysterious.

The sword in her hand is her soul and her faith. The blade of the sword shone brightly in the sunlight, and the direction pointed by the sword's tip seemed to declare her unyieldingness and pride.

Her pace, although steady, is still agile, like the cold wind in winter, cold and free.

She is independent among the crowd, her figure is lonely and tenacious. Her eyes are full of perseverance and determination, as if telling the world that she is not afraid of any challenges or hardships.

She is so beautiful and cold, like a cold mountain, standing at the top of the world. Her presence is like a unique landscape that cannot be ignored.

She uses her sword as a pen and her body as paper, and uses her loneliness and coldness to depict her truest self.

He will regret it! "

But I won.

"Storage ring, the deputy dean just took out the knife from the storage ring."

Your hand holding the sword suddenly became tense, as if you were facing a small enemy, and a weak force instantly condensed on the tip of the sword. You opened your eyes sharply, and the tip of the sword instantly cut through the silence in the air. As dark clouds covered the moon, the sound of breaking through the sky was like the roar of a dragon.

That would be too scary.

That kind of level was only seen when the Qin State was in its greatest decline. It is simply impossible for the Qin State today.

Ying Youxia's figure looks even more lonely in the morning sun, and my swordsmanship is like a meteor in the night sky, short and dazzling. The release of sword energy is like the lowest point in poetry, making people's blood boil.

Ling Xiao was stunned.

Ling Xiao said slowly.

The sword energy was like a discharged cannonball, cutting through the night and tearing apart the target instantly.

And he couldn't fix it.

Ying Wuxia's sword is just like yours, hot and tough, like a shooting star cutting through the night sky, going forward and back.

Pan Qian wanted to fight Ying Youxia.

"Eighth Princess, please calm down, I will allow you to elaborate on this matter..."

Ling Xiao frowned slightly: "Eighth Princess!"

Ying Youxia can be provoked!

When waving, it seems to be playing a magnificent piece of music. This soul-stirring power is impossible to ignore.

Today, we saw it.

"What nonsense, take out your weapon, lest others say you bullied him!"

The knife in Ling Xiao's hand was slashed out, and the entire sky seemed to be enveloped in a chilling atmosphere.

This heavy knife seemed to turn into a living dragon when held in the hands of the warrior. Its blade shone in the sunlight, exuding Lin Fan's murderous aura.

Ying Youxia snorted and thrust out his sword again.

In the Qin State, those who can elevate their skills to the unity realm are not yet at the top level.

But he gave up the future of Zhan Zhan College for such a waste.

Ying Youxiao is young, you are just over eighteen years old!

Although Ying Youxia is a genius, although Ying Youxia's skills have reached the realm of power, I, Ling Xiao, am also a fool.

But it was still hit!

He rushed in and out dozens of meters away, with a look of shock in his eyes.

Ying Youxia looked at Pan Qian and pointed his sword in the distance: "You think it's enough! My stupidity caused the Zhan Zhan Academy to miss a genius.

It must be said that no one can compare with Ying Youxia, and it is not the top geniuses in the main hospital.

For Pan Qian, Ying Youxia directly destroyed Wang Yanqing. If it weren't for Leng Lie, Ying Youxia might even kill Wang Yanqing directly.

"Don't talk nonsense. If you take eight moves or die, please spare him!"

Definitely something to mess with!

She is so beautiful and cold, like a cold ice lake, deep and cold. Her presence is like an unfinished poem, irresistible.

At this moment, the power released by the sword energy seemed to stop time. The wind in the air seemed to be pulled by that force, making a buzzing vibration. The surrounding vegetation seemed to be swept by a strong wind in the aftermath of the sword energy, with their heads bowed and their leaves falling like rain.

The so-called integration of mind, body and skills.

Pan Qian, as the vice-president of the Zhan Zhan College, really didn't have one.

It can be clearly felt that the power of heaven and earth is integrated into this sword technique, creating a very domineering sword energy.

But there was nothing I could do at this time. The terrifying sword light had not yet condensed under Ying Wuxia's long sword.

"kill!"

Ying Youxia's voice suddenly became quieter, like a strong wind outside in summer blowing towards Ling Xiao.

It's because of your status as the eighth princess, but because of your other terrifying status. Not to mention me, even the dean would dare to provoke you.

Now, the situation is no longer troublesome.

Provoking is not provoking.

Ying Youxia shouted sharply.

But I didn't expect that Ying Youxia would reach the state of power.

From now on, few people only know that Ying Youxia is a genius, but they also know what Ying Youxia's character is like.

That sword was slower and more domineering.

Few people exclaimed.

Looking at the entire Qin State, there are only a few warriors who have no storage space.

Ling Xiao wasn't a little annoyed anymore.

Pan Qian's face was ugly. I was not afraid of regrets, so I wanted to kill Leng Lie. That would be regrets.

In the Qin State today, there are people who can match it.

The level of skill has not surpassed the top level of Qin State.

"Eighth Princess, that's too much!"

Only then did people realize that the relationship between Ying Youxia and Pan Qian was definitely special, and it was possible to reach that point for a special friend.

The surrounding scenery became blurry, leaving only the sound of the blade cutting through the air and Pan Qian's shout.

The state of potential may not be a big deal in the entire Jinzhou.

That blow was like a bolt of lightning, piercing the air and rushing backwards with a force that could not be resisted.

But in the Qin State, reaching the state of power at the age of eighteen is really outrageous.

"In that case, I'm offended!"

Bang!

In the cold voice, Pan Qian raised his hand, and a moon knife appeared in my hand.

"He...that's the state of power! His level of skill has reached such a terrifying level!"

"Not yet..., I am the woman you Ying Wuxia has your eyes on, and he actually wants to kill me, he is so cowardly!"

Ling Xiao's face was extremely ugly.

Ling Xiao frowned, with a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

"Pass?"

Ling Xiao tried his best to resist.

She sings with her sword, dances with her body, and interprets the true meaning of life with your pride and loneliness.

He understood the power of the sword. The sword strike just now was just the power of the sword move, and it also relied on the power of heaven and earth.