Batian Martial Soul

After the attack, a huge crater was left on the battlefield, with traces of khaki vortex still remaining on the edge, as if to tell the story of the overbearing blow just now.

And that figure stood quietly on the spot, as if everything was under his control.

"It's so easy!"

Zhang Yan laughed evilly.

In his opinion, Ling Xiao was dead.

Ling Xiao was killed by his strongest attack because he underestimated the enemy.

"careful!"

The old man from the Zhanzheng Academy over there suddenly shouted.

Before Zhang Yan could react, a blood-red sword light suddenly split open all the dust and instantly crossed Zhang Yan's body.

puff!

split into two!

Zhang Yan was completely split open!

When the two sides of his body split open, he was stunned and seemed unable to accept this ending.

It's a pity that no matter how unacceptable Zhang Yan is, the result has become a reality and he can't change it even if he wants to.

Because he is dead!

Completely dead!

"You actually broke through!"

These were Zhang Yan's last words before his death.

Ling Xiao smiled and said nothing. His breakthrough did come suddenly and it was difficult for the other party to grasp it.

After all, they had only fought for a few days before.

"How dare you kill Zhang Yan!"

A low roar came, and a young man who looked somewhat similar to Zhang Yan came out.

This young man wore strange gloves on his fists, like a pair of demonic hands, extremely ferocious.

Ling Xiao didn't know who this person was, but he was certain that his ranking on the Tuzhou Hidden Dragon List must be higher than Zhang Yan's.

Because this person is obviously at a higher level and stronger!

The sixth level of Divine Bone Realm.

In this Divine Bone Realm, the gap between each level is huge.

What's more, the person in front of him seems to have mastered a more powerful artistic conception, and the weapons in his hands are also impressive.

"kill!"

The man roared and rushed towards Ling Xiao. Without any unnecessary words, he was in front of Ling Xiao in an instant, and then punched him down.

Although what was struck by that punch was of the artistic conception of earth, it was actually black earth.

It seems to contain some dark artistic conception.

Generally speaking, if you can understand one kind of artistic conception, you can be called a genius. If you can understand two kinds of artistic conception, you are a genius among geniuses.

It is even rarer to be able to comprehend more than three artistic conceptions.

In fact, in the history of Baize Continent, the person who understood the most was the God of the Five Elements who simultaneously mastered the five artistic conceptions of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.

This man was also one of the seven powerful men of the Holy Temple who once destroyed the Demon Sect.

Although it is not said that the more you understand the artistic conception, the stronger you are, but what is certain is that the more you understand the artistic conception, the higher your talent.

This person will inevitably become the number one person in the temple in the future. It is still uncertain. Among the seven people who destroyed the Demon Sect back then, he was actually the weakest, but he was also the youngest.

The person in front of me has mastered the artistic conception of earth and the artistic conception of darkness.

And I majored in the artistic conception of earth.

The artistic conception of darkness is an aid.

But even so, it made his attack extra powerful.

The key is that this person also has an excellent grasp of potential.

You know, Wuhun is the fusion of force and intention!

When the two reach a certain level, they will merge and form the martial spirit that belongs to the warrior.

Of course, some people are born with martial souls, but that is another matter. Those people are the monsters among monsters.

The talent is even more astonishing. Of course, how one develops depends on the training and opportunities he acquires.

When thinking about this, Ling Xiao did not take the opponent's attack lightly.

This blow put tremendous pressure on him.

Ling Xiao didn't dare to hold back.

The artistic conception of darkness, the artistic conception of blood, and the artistic conception of pleasure are integrated.

The spirit of martial arts is also integrated into it.

A shocking sword burst out in an instant. Bang!

There was a loud noise as the two attacks collided.

The strong man on the opposite side was directly repelled and retreated a full tens of meters away.

The waving fist was still aching.

Ling Xiao knew that this was the power created by the bloodthirsty knife in his hand combined with the martial arts spirit. Otherwise, he would not be as good as the other party.

However, the power of weapons is also an advantage.

If you don't use it, you won't use it.

The opponent's gloves should only be high-grade royal weapons. This is already the best weapon Ling Xiao has ever seen.

But the bloodthirsty knife in his hand is a middle-grade imperial weapon.

This is not a slight difference.

It is also necessary to take advantage.

"Three artistic conceptions!"

The burly man's face was as gloomy as water, as if he couldn't believe it: "Moreover, your artistic conception and situation are so cleverly combined that you have touched the edge of martial arts. What a monster!"

"What's your name?"

Ling Xiao asked calmly.

"Zhang Fei!"

The man said: "Zhang Yan's brother!"

"You are from Tuzhou, I advise you to leave. Zhang Yan is already dead, and I don't want to kill you too."

Ling Xiao shook his head.

"Haha, you killed my brother and actually let me leave. Do you think it's possible?"

Zhang Fei sneered.

"He came to kill me, why should I let him kill me? Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you. Since you don't want to live, I will help you. In my eyes, martial arts are nothing!"

Ling Xiao has never understood the principle of Bai Ze continent's martial spirit, so he has not used the martial spirit.

He has the most powerful Tyrant Martial Spirit.

Once it is used, who can be his opponent?

At the very least, these geniuses are not worth mentioning in his eyes.

Under normal circumstances, no matter how many artistic conceptions you have, you can only have one martial spirit.

But Wuhun can encompass the characteristics of these artistic conceptions and become more comprehensive.

But there is something different about Ling Xiao, the Tyrant Martial Spirit is all-encompassing.

Based on the Tyrant Martial Spirit, theoretically, he can possess countless Martial Spirits, and they can change at any time.

Today, he planned to use his martial spirit.

As long as three conditions are met, it is possible to condense martial souls - comprehend the soul of martial arts, achieve great perfection in momentum, and achieve great perfection in artistic conception.

But Ling Xiao had enough.

"What kind of martial spirit should I gather?"

Ling Xiao looked at Zhang Fei and knew that if he didn't gather his martial spirit, it would be difficult to win today. After all, Zhang Fei was not the only opponent he had to face.

The killer of Central Continent and the man in golden armor haven't taken action yet.

Who knows if there are other masters on the other side.

"Kill him quickly!"

The old man from the Zhanzheng Academy suddenly shouted, with a hint of panic in his eyes.

He seemed to sense something.

"Come together, no need to test, this kid is evil!"

The old man was indeed the elder of the Zhan Zhan Academy, and he must be the person responsible for teaching martial arts on weekdays. He must have sensed a different aura from Ling Xiao, so he became anxious.

Without any hesitation.

The Central-Continent Killer and the Man in Golden Armor appeared almost at the same time.

Also appearing together were Zhao Huying and Lang Ji.

The strange thing is that after not seeing this guy for a few days, Langzu's level has actually improved again. He was only at the third level of the Divine Bone Realm before, but now he is the fifth level of the Divine Bone Realm. Is there anything special about this guy?

Ling Xiao frowned slightly.

He felt a special energy from this mess, and something was not right. (End of chapter)