Ling Xiao's sudden words made Bai-Eyed Demon Lord Wu Long's mind become even more confused.

Ever since he joined the Zhengyi Sect, Wu Long has been hailed as a rare genius, second only to Feng Feiye.

But even when facing Feng Feiye, he never surrendered.

He practiced hard and worked hard, never daring to slack off for a moment.

He hopes that he can become a powerful man who can control the wind and rain on the White Tiger Continent.

You can even go to Xuanwu Continent to continue your studies.

Now, he has become one of the thirteen top geniuses in the White Tiger Continent.

And he is the second son of Zhengyi Sect!

Such honor made him feel that his dream was about to come true, and no one could stop him from moving forward.

Even if it's Feng Feiye, Tianhai Tyranny and Lei Lie, he still wants to win!

However, at this moment, he was facing a mere Ling Xiao, but he was scared!

This is simply impossible, but it is true.

Ling Xiao turned into a demon and looked down at him. In front of this demon, he actually trembled?

Don't dare to look directly?

It's not that he is timid, but because he has used nearly 90% of his strength in the two attacks just now, but he was unable to hurt Ling Xiao at all.

This simply made him feel discouraged and hopeless.

It was as if the person standing opposite was not Ling Xiao, but a god that he could never defeat.

The opponent who couldn't hurt him gave him a strong feeling of powerlessness. What's the use of being strong, no matter how strong he was?

"Wu Long! Are you still a disciple of my Zhengyi Sect? You are a waste!"

Suddenly, a clear voice came directly into Wu Long's ears.

It's Feng Feiye.

Her voice is not loud, but it reveals a powerful soul.

Wu Long woke up from the chaos in an instant.

The mood that was originally chaotic and almost collapsed soon returned to normal.

"I almost fell into your trap!"

Wu Long, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, raised his head and looked at Ling Xiao, his cold eyes filled with more determined murderous intent: "I can't hurt you, and you shouldn't be able to hurt me either. It's ridiculous that I actually despair because of this."

He seemed to suddenly understand, and showed a confident smile again: "I, Wu Long, the second son of Zhengyijiao, will not lose to you in terms of fighting skills. Since I can't kill you in a short time, then let's

Let’s work on staying power!”

After saying this, an even more terrifying aura was released from his body.

Behind him, there is another phantom - a millipede.

Centipedes and millipedes are very similar in appearance, but they are very different in nature.

One has hundreds of magic eyes.

One long and numerous tentacles.

Two huge demonic insects stared at Ling Xiao's demon incarnation, Wu Long's eyes were full of ruthless killing intent

"kill!"

He roared again, and the two demonic insects bit Ling Xiao in two directions.

The evil aura in the air not only did not make these two demonic insects languid, but instead became more ferocious.

"The power of the emperor and the fist of the sky!"

There was a touch of ridicule in Ling Xiao's cold eyes, and then he raised his hand, and a green light rushed into the sky.

A huge fist fell from the sky and directly hit the phantoms of the two demonic insects.

"Crack!"

"Ho~~"

The terrifying fist directly smashed the centipede's head and blew away the millipede.

The millipede let out a cry of terror and retreated behind Wu Long, the Hundred-Eyed Demon King.

Ling Xiao still stood there, looking down at Wu Long with a smile on his face: "Do you think Feng Feiye's few words can save you? You are just deceiving yourself.

You won't have any chance in front of me, you will be easily killed by me just like in the bloody battle in purgatory!"

"This guy! He is so able to control the scene! And how could his strength be so horribly improved? This doesn't make sense."

A look of surprise finally appeared on Feng Feiye's face.

He originally thought that Wu Long, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, could completely crush Ling Xiao in this battle.

But I didn't expect that the entire battle situation would be reversed.

Ling Xiao is not only good at controlling the enemy's emotions and not missing any of his opponent's flaws, but his own strength is indeed frighteningly powerful.

"He can't be at the thirteenth level of Yin-Yang Realm!"

Zui Linglong also murmured to herself.

Don't forget, the Hundred-Eyed Demon King Wu Long is a warrior at the peak of the 17th level of Yin and Yang Realm.

And he can leapfrog and challenge ordinary Yin-Yang Realm 18th level warriors.

But facing Ling Xiao, he didn't have any advantage, which only shows that Ling Xiao's cultivation level is probably not low.

Not only were they surprised, the audience was actually even more surprised when they saw this scene.

In their minds, Ling Xiao was just a little person who took advantage of loopholes. It was already amazing that he could enter the final battle of kings. Now he was able to suppress even the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord Wu Long.

How could this strength be so terrifying?

Now it seems that Ling Xiao's ability to win the first place in the treasure hunting battle is definitely not a coincidence, let alone luck, but this person has that kind of strength.

This guy treats all the top geniuses who cannot be insulted in the hearts of White Tiger Continent warriors as if they are ants and teases them in every possible way.

This made the warriors of the White Tiger Continent feel aggrieved, but they were helpless.

They were fighting openly and openly in the ring, and they did not use any evil methods. Even if they won, they would win openly and openly.

"Damn! Is what he said true? Am I just deceiving myself? Self-righteous?

Am I really as helpless as an ant in front of him?"

At this time, Wu Long, the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, once again fell into chaos, and he fell deeper than the previous time.

He Wu Long came to Wan Lei Jedi with confidence.

Participate in the White Tiger Meeting as a strong person.

There was a time when he didn't even pay attention to Ling Xiao, and he didn't even bother to look at him.

But now, facing this person whom he completely despised, he fell into chaos and depression and was unable to extricate himself.

He was completely confused, his self-confidence was completely shattered, and his heart sank to the bottom.

Even Feng Feiye could only helplessly shake his head: "Wu Long's mental quality is really bad.

Originally, with his strength, even if he couldn't kill Ling Xiao, he would definitely not be defeated, and he could even gain some advantages. However, he was in a mess and couldn't do anything in actual combat.

Alas, he has even forgotten his own trump card, how can he still fight this battle?"

Immediately, she looked at the other members of the Zhengyi Sect and said: "You remember, when you encounter this Ling Xiao, you must first build up your confidence. No matter what, don't get into trouble. His strength is not as strong as you see.

In this regard, you should learn from the fourth son Jun Moqing. Although he was defeated miserably by Tianhai Tyranny, he quickly regained his confidence. This is correct."

"As you command, senior sister!"

All the participating and non-participating warriors from the Zhengyi Sect nodded in agreement.

Feng Feiye's words would naturally not harm them.

"Hmph, psychological tactics are just a trick for the weak. The strong don't need them at all."

Tianhai Tyrant snorted coldly, but he was dismissive of everything Ling Xiao did.
Chapter completed!