Chapter 13807 Want to win?

Ling Xiao's soul is extremely powerful, which is unmatched by other Star Realm warriors. Shen Ling, who was once famous in the martial arts world and had extraordinary strength, was far inferior to Ling Xiao in terms of soul strength.

Dugu Sheng, one of the top ten in the Dazhen Dynasty, was also far behind Ling Xiao in terms of soul power. Even the strong men above the Star Realm, those who usually looked down on all living beings, might not be stronger than Ling Xiao in terms of soul power.

After all, Ling Xiao has a special identity that is unknown to the public!
He is a reincarnation!
Each reincarnation was like a baptism of the soul, which made his soul power grow stronger through tribulations and rebirths. In addition, by chance, he practiced an ancient secret technique that specifically enhanced soul power. This secret technique was like a catalyst for the soul, which made his soul power even more powerful and terrifying.

With the blessing of this soul power, Ling Xiao can often seize the initiative in battle, see through the opponent's weaknesses, and make the most accurate judgments.

On the other side, Dugu Sheng was lying on the ground. The blood from his wound had gradually stopped and his body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, his face at this moment was extremely ugly, like the gloomy sky before a storm.

He struggled to stand up, staring at the gold collar floating in front of Ling Xiao, his eyes full of fear, doubt and unwillingness. He secretly complained in his heart, how the hell should he fight? What was the origin of the gold collar, and what kind of terrifying power it possessed, he knew nothing.

He had no idea what the terrifying shadow released from the golden collar was. This fear of the unknown caused his originally firm will to start to waver, and a deep sense of powerlessness surged into his heart like a tide.

Just when Dugu Sheng was struggling, Ling Xiao suddenly disappeared, leaving only a shadow. Before everyone could react, they saw Ling Xiao rushing towards the warriors of the Holy Hall like a black lightning.

In Ling Xiao's mind, this battle is far from over. He knows that there is still room for improvement in his strength, and these Holy Temple warriors are the "stepping stones" for him to improve his strength. He must continue to sharpen himself in this battle, absorb more energy, and make himself stronger to cope with more severe challenges in the future.

Dugu Sheng watched Ling Xiao rushing towards the Holy Temple Warrior like a black lightning, his heart burning with anxiety, but he felt like his hands and feet were tied up and he had no way to deal with it. At this moment, he himself was in a deep predicament, facing the extremely terrifying demon god Dharma image of Ling Xiao's violent and violent attack.

The demon god's body was surrounded by burning demonic flames, each ray of which seemed to be able to burn the soul, emitting a terrifying aura. The huge demonic knife in his hand flashed a cold light in the sun, and each swing brought about a whistling wind, as if it would tear the surrounding space apart.

Dugu Sheng tightly grasped the black sword in his hand. Although this top-grade sword in the star realm had made him invincible in countless battles, he seemed a little powerless when facing the demon god's Dharma image.

His eyes were full of helplessness and unwillingness. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, mixing with the blood on his face, making him look even more embarrassed.

The ancestor's clone stood quietly beside Jiang Yuyan like a guardian god of war. Its body was as huge as a mountain, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression, and its deep eyes stared coldly at Shen Lin.

In this chaotic battlefield, Shen Lin has become the only one who can pose a substantial threat to Ling Xiao. The ancestor clone knows this very well. As long as he keeps a close eye on Shen Lin and prevents him from easily interfering with Ling Xiao's battle, the rest of the opponents on the battlefield will not be a threat.

Its cold eyes seemed to be able to see through Shen Lin's every move. As long as Shen Lin made the slightest movement, the ancestor's clone would react immediately and give him a fatal blow.

At the same time, there was a fierce battle sound in the air, like the roar of thunder, which made the eardrums of the people below hurt. The seriously injured Dugu Sheng endured the severe pain in his body and once again started a thrilling and fierce duel with the demon god.

This time, the situation has changed dramatically. Dugu Sheng, who once had the upper hand on the battlefield and was so majestic, is now like a candle in the wind, and is gradually suppressed by the demon god's Dharma image.

The wounds on his body burst again in the fierce battle, and blood continued to flow out, staining his clothes red. Every time he resisted the attack of the demon god, he felt like he was fighting against a towering mountain, and the disparity in strength made him feel very tired.

Every attack from the Demon God was powerful and heavy. When the magic knife was swung, the strong wind blew on Dugu Sheng's face, like a knife cutting. He could only rely on the combat experience accumulated over the years to barely parry and look for opportunities to counterattack.

As for the sky, after Ling Xiao killed many powerful men of the Holy Hall as if he was in an empty space, he was finally blocked by the unfathomable Shen Lin. Shen Lin was dressed in a black robe, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura, like a ghost in the dark night, making people unpredictable.

However, when Ling Xiao faced Shen Lin, there was no fear in his eyes, but a burning desire to fight. He knew very well how powerful Shen Lin was, but his stubbornness and tenacity made him choose the most direct and crazy way of attack.

His figure was as fast as lightning, and he swung the sword in his hand tightly, each of which was full of the momentum of destroying the heavens and the earth, and slashed towards Shen Lin. For a moment, the swords flashed and the shadows of the swords intertwined, and the powerful energy waves continued to spread in all directions, and wherever they passed, the space was distorted beyond recognition.

Shen Lin obviously did not expect Ling Xiao to be so crazy. For a moment he found it difficult to adapt. He could only keep retreating and dodging, looking for flaws in Ling Xiao's attack.

In the field, other strong men held their breath and watched this shocking battle quietly. At this time, the Holy Temple had completely lost the ability to compete with the Tyrant Empire.

Their elite forces were almost completely wiped out by Ling Xiao's crazy killing. Looking around, the battlefield was littered with corpses of Templar warriors, and blood gathered into a river, flowing in every corner.

The white-robed chief priest was also held tightly by the powerful Star-Picking Tower Master, unable to escape. The long sword in the Star-Picking Tower Master's hand flashed with cold light, and every time he swung it, it brought up a sharp sword energy, and the fight with the white-robed chief priest was indissoluble.

On the other hand, besides Ling Xiao who was at the peak of his powers, there were also two powerful figures, Ling Bi and Xiao Lianzhu. Ling Bi held a long green sword with runes flashing on the blade. Her swordsmanship was exquisite and each sword contained powerful energy. Wherever she went, the enemies fell to the ground one after another. (End of this chapter)