Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

In this critical moment, Bai Yan hurriedly raised his hand, and a delicate folding fan instantly appeared in his hand, with mountains and rivers painted on the fan surface, like a flowing scroll.

Then, with a slight movement of his wrist, the folding fan drew a beautiful arc in the air, whistling through the wind, and slammed towards the oncoming fist shadow.

Head-on collision!

Boom!

As Bai Yan waved the fan, a thunderous sound seemed to resound in the air. Ling Xiao's huge fist shadow shattered instantly under the impact of the folding fan, turning into countless fragments and splashing in all directions.

At the same time, a strong gust of wind burst out from the folding fan, heading straight for Ling Xiao's face, with the momentum of tearing everything apart. However, this gust of wind shattered in an instant, and was blown away by Ling Xiao's punch, as if it had never existed.

"Brother Ling, I heard that you are good at swordsmanship, why don't you use them? Are you looking down on Bai?" Bai Yan's words were filled with displeasure and provocation, and his eyes flashed with the spark of being challenged.

He had already sacrificed his personal weapon, preparing to go all out, but Ling Xiao always responded with a pair of bare fists, which made him feel underestimated, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of unwillingness to admit defeat.

Hearing this, Ling Xiao's mouth curled into a faint smile, but he did not answer directly. His figure suddenly disappeared in place, as if he had merged into the air, leaving only a faint afterimage. The next moment, he had already appeared behind Bai Yan, moving quickly and silently, like a lurking cheetah, finally finding the opportunity to strike.

A sharp elbow strike, carrying the terrifying power of compressed and collapsed space, roared towards the back of Bai Yan's neck.

With this blow, Ling Xiao obviously did not hold back. He wanted to fully display his strength and let Bai Yan understand that he was not looking down on his opponent, but had enough confidence to gain the upper hand even with his fists against weapons.

Bai Yan's face changed drastically, and he felt the terrifying power surging from behind him, and he couldn't help being shocked.

His body leaned forward suddenly, almost parallel to the ground, in order to avoid this sudden elbow strike. At the same time, the true energy in his body surged, and the protective golden light instantly opened wide, like a golden shield, covering his whole body.

At this moment, a holy sword appeared in his left hand, the sword body flashing with dazzling light, as if it contained infinite power.

Bai Yan used the sword as a shield, blocking Ling Xiao's terrifying elbow strike. The moment the holy sword collided with the elbow strike, a deafening roar erupted, as if the world was shaking at this moment.

Bang!

Under the terrifying power, Bai Yan was forced back hundreds of meters despite the protection of the holy sword. The ground under his feet was plowed into a deep gully by this blow, with dust flying and gravel splashing.

Bai Yan's figure drew an arc in the air, and finally landed steadily, his face slightly pale, obviously this blow had caused him a lot of impact. However, the determination in his eyes became even firmer. He knew that the real competition had just begun.

"Brother Bai, it's not that I look down on you, but you are really not qualified enough for me to use weapons." Ling Xiao's voice was indifferent and calm, and there was no contempt in his eyes, but a kind of unspeakable depth.

He said slowly, "You should know very well that you and I are no longer at the same level of martial artists."

His words revealed a transcendent self-confidence. This was not because he looked down on Bai Yan, but because he knew that his strength had far surpassed the opponent, and he could easily deal with it without using weapons. He didn't want to waste any more energy, after all, there were lurking enemies all around, and he had to be careful.

At this time, Bai Yan's face changed drastically in an instant. He felt the determination and confidence in Ling Xiao's words, which made him feel an unspeakable sense of frustration. He turned around abruptly, and the fan in his hand waved violently, blasting out a strong gust of wind, as if to blow away all obstacles in front of him.

The gust of wind roared and collided with Ling Xiao's fist shadow again, erupting with a deafening sound. The gust of wind and the fist shadow intertwined, forming dazzling light and shadows, like a visual feast.

Bai Yan secretly rejoiced that his blow had just blocked Ling Xiao's fist shadow. However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Ling Xiao's figure suddenly split into two, one in front and one behind, attacking at the same time.

These two figures exuded a powerful aura, as if they were two independent individuals, but they were closely connected, as if they were one.

They still used their fists, but those fists contained incredibly terrifying power, as if they were going to destroy everything. Bai Yan could clearly feel that pressure, a kind of fear and shock from the depths of his soul.

Bai Yan was planning to force Ling Xiao to take out his weapon to fight back with the sharpness of the holy sword to prove his strength. However, at this critical moment, Ling Xiao's figure miraculously split into two, one in front and one behind, like two bolts of lightning, attacking Bai Yan at the same time.

Although Ling Xiao was still using his fists, the power and speed contained in those fists brought Bai Yan an unprecedented terrifying pressure, as if even the air had solidified at this moment.

Bai Yan's face changed slightly. He quickly adjusted his figure, gently stomped the ground with his right foot, and his whole body flashed to the right dozens of meters away like a phantom, trying to distance himself from Ling Xiao and find an opportunity to counterattack.

However, Ling Xiao's speed was beyond imagination. The two figures arrived almost at the same time, like two invisible chains, tightly locking Bai Yan's retreat.

Bai Yan's heart trembled. He didn't dare to be careless at all, and flashed backwards again. This time, he almost dodged Ling Xiao's attack by a hair's breadth. Sweat slid down his forehead and dripped to the ground, making a slight sound. The air was filled with tension and danger.

No mistake, one first, one inside, one face, one look!

Seeing this, Ling Xiao's mouth curled into a sneer. He was about to strike again to completely suppress Bai Yan. However, at this moment, Bai Yan suddenly disappeared, as if he had merged into the air, leaving no trace to be found.

When Bai Yan reappeared, he was tightly wrapped in a surging gust of wind. The gust of wind raged like a storm, carrying the power of destroying the world.

Outside the gust of wind, terrifying sword qi was densely covered like sharp swords, forming an indestructible defensive net, like a huge hedgehog, making it impossible to approach.

Boom boom boom...

The earth trembled in the continuous roar, as if even the ancient power under the earth's crust had been awakened, and the sky was not willing to be lonely, with dark clouds and thunder, as if accompanying this shocking battle.

Ling Xiao's figure flashed constantly on the battlefield like a ghost, and each appearance was accompanied by a palpitating power fluctuation. His fist shadows overlapped, like a storm, invincible.