Tyrant Sky Martial Sou
Chapter 837: The Fierce Sword Cannon

Chapter 837: Chapter 837: The Fierce Sword Cannon

"The Holy Son is truly worthy of his title, the battle has just begun, and soon Ling Xiao will be in for some bad luck. Once the ’Heavenly Secret Sword Technique’ is deployed, Ling Xiao will inevitably fall in an instant!"

Ling Xiao had heard of the Heavenly Secret Sword Technique and the Heavenly Secret Martial Soul.

However, he didn’t care.

Although this Heavenly Secret Martial Soul was powerful, it was said to be nothing more than a substitute for the Mountain and River Martial Soul.

Its power was not even one ten-thousandth of the Mountain and River Martial Soul. At best, it could only reach the level of the Twelve Immortal Souls and not even close to that of the Nine Great Dragon Spirits.

He speculated that the King of People created such a Martial Soul out of concern that his descendants would not be able to inherit the Mountain and River Martial Soul, probably out of kindness.

Having a fortunate ancestor truly was a stroke of luck, and he couldn’t deny that.

He might not care, but the disciples of the Heavenly King Sect and the young ones from the Sacred Dynasty were getting excited.

Even Si Kong Zun and the Sacred Emperor nodded with satisfaction, highly approving of Ji Mingkong’s display.

"It seems we were overthinking it!"

The Sacred Emperor said with a smile.

"Yes, although the third layer of the Heavenly Secret Sword Technique is only equivalent to the rare Yu Pin level of Martial Arts, when Ji Mingkong, with his early-stage Taiji Heaven cultivation level, wields it, Ling Xiao will certainly struggle to fend it off if he has no tricks up his sleeve."

Si Kong Zun also nodded in agreement with a smile.

Holding the Purple Lightning Sword, Ling Xiao’s pupils filled with countless golden inscriptions that flickered without cease.

His Mountain and River Martial Soul had begun to analyze the opponent’s sword techniques.

This was the first time Ling Xiao ever encountered such sword techniques, so he needed to get a rough idea before proceeding in the fight, or it would be a struggle without return.

"The Holy Son is truly worthy of the title, able to effortlessly wield rare Yu Pin level Martial Arts, I am truly impressed!"

Though he said this, there wasn’t a hint of actual admiration on Ling Xiao’s face.

Once again, he brandished the Purple Lighting Sword, and the sound of thunder roared endlessly.

Ling Xiao seemed as if he was engulfed in thunder and lightning.

Swoosh!

In that instant, he suddenly surged forth, sprouting a pair of Golden Dragon Wings on his back, his speed increased more than tenfold, and in a blink of an eye, he was already in front of Ji Mingkong.

Ji Mingkong was fast.

This was an advantage of her cultivation level, and Ling Xiao had to be in the tenth Human-Dragon Form and unleash the Golden Dragon Wings to gain even a slight upper hand.

Within the electric light of the Purple Lightning Sword, threads of flame burned continuously.

The flames were black and gold, oozing the aura of Hell, something that no one besides Ling Xiao knew about.

No one else could see it.

Watching Ling Xiao, who was accelerating rapidly towards herself, Ji Mingkong’s frown deepened.

Ling Xiao’s speed was also faster than she had anticipated; it wasn’t a bit slower than her speed under the Heavenly Man Realm.

The frown was brief, and then Ji Mingkong stabbed through the air with her sword, creating an odd sphere of light at the tip.

"Heavenly Secret Sword Technique first variation—Sword Cannon!"

Ling Xiao didn’t know what a Sword Cannon was, but from Ji Mingkong’s attack, the power seemed much stronger than ordinary Sword Qi, giving a sense of unavoidable menace, quite terrifying.

Swoosh!

The fist-sized sphere of light sped towards Ling Xiao, spinning violently in the air, creating a high-speed rotating blade of air around it, slashing through the atmosphere and forming a perfect vacuum.

This attack hadn’t even reached Ling Xiao, yet it had already left countless ravines on the Martial Arts Platform.

"It looks like the Martial Arts Platform is in need of repair again."

One of the referees gave a wry smile, feeling quite helpless.

The terrifying Sword Cannon was blocked by Ling Xiao’s Purple Lightning Sword and detonated mid-air, forming a ball of light as blinding as a miniature sun.

Because of blocking this attack, Ling Xiao’s rapidly moving figure obviously faltered for a moment, forcing him to stop.

And at this time, Ji Mingkong’s attack was swift to follow.

"Saint Ancestor’s Long Fist·Unifying the Mysterious World!"

In that clear, resounding shout, Ji Mingkong astonishingly wielded the sword with one hand while the other hand punched fiercely towards Ling Xiao.

Even though the Saint Ancestor’s Long Fist is no longer as formidable as it used to be, in Ji Mingkong’s hands, it still possessed tremendous power.

If Ling Xiao were to be hit, he would surely be injured.

In a battle of evenly matched opponents, sustaining an injury usually meant one was not far from defeat.

The fists enveloped the entire Martial Arts Platform as if the sacred image of a King of People appeared in the void, with a huge fist looming like a meteorite, smashing heavily onto Ling Xiao’s head.

Ling Xiao’s face remained indifferent, but his heart couldn’t help but be astonished.

Ji Mingkong’s ability to use Gold-top Level Martial Arts to such an extent was truly admirable.

But such an opponent only made the battle more exhilarating.

Ling Xiao stamped his foot, and a pattern resembling an Illusion Array appeared on the Martial Arts Platform. With a subtle shift of his feet, the massive fist, which should have hit him, strangely missed its mark.

Even so, the terrifying force still made Ling Xiao feel his blood boiling and his body uncomfortable, as if he had been struck by something.

This was merely the power that had dissipated. A direct hit would likely be even more painful.

"There’s no chance to catch your breath when fighting me!"

The cold voice sounded once again.

"Sword Cannon·Model Two!"

The form of the attack was the same, and even the launched Sword Cannon looked identical, but Ling Xiao could distinctly feel that this so-called Model Two was more powerful and faster than the previous one, even incorporating a Rupture effect of the wind attribute.

As a master of the Aspect of Wind, he was all too familiar with this.

"Bring it on! This time, I truly won’t dodge!"

Although dodging could minimize damage to the greatest extent, it still felt extremely unpleasant to Ling Xiao because the dispersing energy would still cause pain.

But taking it head-on was different.

As long as he possessed similar, or even greater, power, all damage could be offset.

In that moment, the Sword Qi from Ling Xiao’s Purple Lightning Sword surged dramatically, as if it had grown much larger in an instant, unleashing an extremely horrifying energy that surprised many martial artists in the stands.

Finally, a black and gold flame appeared outside the Thunder and Lightning, wrapping around the Purple Lightning Sword and stabbing Ji Mingkong’s Sword Cannon with an overwhelming force.

"Boom!"

At the instant when the two energies collided, an explosive energy burst forth.

The sound pierced through the entire sky, and the dazzling light was so intense it was like a fierce sun bursting, forcing many martial artists to involuntarily shut their eyes tightly.

Otherwise, their eyes might have been blinded.

Ji Mingkong’s eyes were affected too.

But it was only for an instant.

However, in that instant, a green silhouette shot out from behind the light like a sharp arrow, stabbing viciously towards Ji Mingkong’s body.

Ji Mingkong’s vision was compromised, but his cultivation level was nevertheless profound, and combined with the incredible sensory abilities of the Natural Dragon Soul, he instantly shifted more than ten meters away, barely dodging Ling Xiao’s ferocious strike.

Boom!

The green silhouette, cloaked in Thunder and Lightning, pierced through the protective barrier, instantly causing the Martial Arts Platform’s protective barrier to crack like an eggshell, and then shattered altogether.