Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

At this moment, Holy Envoy Bai's heart was filled with doubts and fear. He didn't understand why Ling Xiao's formation was able to explode with such powerful power, instantly defeating the giant whale he had carefully arranged. He didn't even understand why he seemed so vulnerable in front of this power.

This feeling of powerlessness made him feel unprecedented fear and despair.

However, Ling Xiao did not give Holy Envoy Bai a chance to breathe. At the moment when the duel between the two ended, the giant sword that originally collapsed in the void seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force and condensed into shape again.

Countless holy patterns intertwined and flickered in the void. They were like agile dragons, flying and flying in the air, and finally rewoven into the broken sword array. This time, it seemed more solid, as if it contained more terrifying power.

The speed of the sword array was extremely fast, almost in the blink of an eye, it had arrived in front of the White Holy Envoy. Facing this sudden attack, Saint Bai's face changed drastically, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He knew that he no longer had time to arrange the holy pattern array.

As a result, Holy Envoy Bai pressed forward with both hands without hesitation, and a terrifying aura instantly burst out. At this time, he had no time to use the holy pattern formation, so he directly used the martial arts he was good at.

I saw a huge palm print condensed on his palm, and the palm print shone with dazzling light, as if it contained the power to destroy the world.

Huge palm prints shot out like meteors, violently colliding with Ling Xiao's giant sword in the air. Every collision erupted with a deafening roar, and the sword energy and palm wind intertwined to form terrifying energy storms.

In the field, countless sword energy flew out, the wind from the palm scattered, and the air around seven weeks seemed to be torn apart by that force. When everyone saw this, they all turned pale with fright, and rushed forward one after another, not even daring to get close to the two of them. We know that this is not a battle we can intervene in yet.

"Sage Bai hasn't lost yet!" Ling Xiao shook his head, his tone full of regret. I originally thought that the duel between the holy pattern formations would be an evenly matched battle, but I never thought it would end that way.

The White Holy Envoy's face turned pale instantly. I obviously didn't expect that the giant sword would perform such a sophisticated attack. I tried my best to block the power of the two sects with my hands.

On the right and left sides of the White Holy Envoy, the void suddenly twisted, as if an invisible force was pulling it. Immediately afterwards, two identical sects gathered together again. They emitted dazzling light and struck at the White Holy Envoy at the same time with thunderous momentum.

I understand that killing the White Holy Envoy outside will only bring endless trouble and safety to myself and the Holy Pattern Sect. Therefore, I did not kill him, I just defeated Gong Wencui.

However, the attack was too sudden and the power was too weak. Even though I tried my best, I was still able to completely block the power of the sect.

"Sect Master, you don't have any good premonitions. I'm afraid Gong Wencui has murderous intentions!"

When Ling Xiao and others saw this, they finally recovered from their daze. We looked at the figure of the giant sword with admiration and admiration in our eyes. The White Holy Envoy must have died there, and we, the Holy Pattern Sect, are afraid that we will have a way to explain it to the Holy Church.

Just as Ling Xiao was deep in thought, a voice broke the silence around him: "They must be worried. What we really need to worry about now is this idiot named Bai."

I turned my eyes to the direction of the giant sword and sighed: "What a pity. Why is such a talented disciple from your Holy Pattern Sect!"

There was just a loud noise, and Holy Envoy Bai was blasted backwards by the combined force of the two sects, and fell heavily onto the ring. I was lying on the ground in a state of disgrace, with blood all over my body, my clothes intact, and I was obviously seriously injured.

Everyone followed the sound and saw an old man with white beard and hair appearing in the small hall at some time. My eyes sparkled with wisdom, and I exuded a majestic aura. When Ling Xiao saw the old man, a surprised expression appeared on his face. He stood up slowly and saluted: "Ancestor, why are you here?"

Holy Envoy Bai is not dead, but I don't have the strength to be angry anymore. It's even hard for me to speak. I'm lying here, my eyes filled with contentment and anger. I looked in the direction of the giant sword, a vicious light flashing in my eyes.

Jujian stood under the ring, his eyes deep and deep. I didn't feel excited or proud about defeating the White Holy Envoy. Instead, I seemed very calm and rational.

The old man shook his head, seemingly resigned to what happened to the giant sword. I turned around and left, but no sound remained: "Whether this big guy can repair the small mountain guarding formation or the big fusion formation, let me observe it. After all, I am also a young man without talent, and I have formed a fate. It’s not bad. It may not be good for you these days.”

The old man's words made everyone present feel a sense of regret. We all know that the talent of the giant sword is top-notch in the entire White Saint. If I can join the Holy Pattern Sect, I will definitely bring great glory to Gong Wen.

Ling Xiao and others were still stunned. We looked at each other, seemingly confused by the deep vision of the ancestor, and understood why I had such a bad opinion of the young up-and-comer of Jusword. However, while we were still thinking about it, the battle under the ring had not yet undergone earth-shaking changes.

"Thank you, junior, and be merciful!" Jujian smiled slightly under the ring and cupped his hands, with a hint of teasing and ridicule in his voice.

Ling Xiao frowned when he heard the news. I know that the status of Bai Shengshi in the Holy Hall is very important, and the Holy Hall is one of the top forces in the entire small continent. Although my Shengwen Sect has some foundation, if we really have an enmity with the Holy Hall, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The old man smiled slightly, nodded and said: "You sensed the breath of that person outside, so you came to see. The Holy Hall has indeed been arrogant in those years, thinking that there are enemies in the sky, and lost the heart to retreat. And that young man..."

The giant sword, that gifted young man, although I saw the hope of Bai Sheng's future, I was also willing to put the entire Bai Sheng in danger in order to save the giant sword.

However, the reality is cruel. Gong Wen chose to join the Heavenly Association. Without that person, it would be difficult for our Shengwen Sect to get the giant sword.

Originally, Bai Shengshi was doing his best to resist this sect that fell from the sky. My face was solemn, and I made seals with my hands, trying my best to inject the holy power into my defense. However, just as I was concentrating, a shocking scene happened.

Naqidi, a disciple of Bai Shengnei, reminded me, and my voice was full of worry about the development of the situation.

"I was forced to use martial arts, which was really unexpected." Gong Wen sighed. I know very well that in the duel of the Holy Mark Formation, once martial arts are used, it means that Naqi has the upper hand.