Chapter Five Hundred and Fifty Second: Although He Died Nine Times, He Still Did Not Regret It!

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And the pain of massive blood loss is unimaginable.

But Ling Xiao has never, even for a moment, regretted opening the state of the enhanced evil spirit body.

"The land is sacred and inviolable."

"Protect our country and promote our country's prestige, even though he has died nine times, he still has no regrets!"

At this moment, the blood-colored flame burst into an unprecedented light.

"call--!"

The spear, like a wandering dragon, let out an angry roar, biting at the enemy of its master.

Ling Xiao's blow shattered the spear in his hand, and also knocked back Rong Yukuo.

"puff--!"

Rong Yukuo's shoulder was pierced by a long spear, blood gurgled outwards, and the thick armor, centered on this gun hole, spread countless cracks around.

"Damn, how could he have such terrible willpower."

Rong Yukuo covered his shoulders, Ling Xiao's attack also shattered his bones when he pierced through his shoulder socket.

Now his hand can't use half the strength.

But in this short period of time, Rong Yukuo also saw it.

If it was said that the secret martial arts Ling Xiao used before was consuming vindictive energy, now Ling Xiao is consuming his vitality.

It takes a lot of willpower to endure this pain.

"Already... hold on, can't hold on..."

Ling Yun was panting heavily, his throat was extremely thirsty, and the scene in front of him had long since become incomparably blurred, and it might be replaced by darkness at any time.

Inside the body, there were bursts of pain that could almost drive people crazy.

Immune to death, but magnifies suffering.

"Do you regret it?"

At this moment, a domineering and bleak voice suddenly appeared in Ling Xiao's mind.

"I never regret it, it's just a pity that I failed to kill Rong Yukuo."

"Yishuiguan, you can't lose."

"Protect our country, promote our country's prestige, I, the third prince of the Yuanyuan Empire, Ling Xiao, although I have died nine times, I still have no regrets!"

Although Ling Xiao didn't know who the voice appeared in his mind, the answer in his heart never changed.

If it weren't for this, Ling Xiao would not have dared to come to reinforce Yashuiguan with only ten thousand cavalry.

Even if he went alone, Ling Xiao would not be afraid.

"Your will, I received it."

"Now, I recognize your identity as the inheritor."

"You are qualified to pass on this power."

The domineering and bleak voice fell, and a majestic force suddenly appeared in Ling Xiao's body.

It also made Ling Xiao understand who the voice was.

The last inheritor of the unparalleled gun spirit.

Countless starlights appeared beside Ling Xiao, and then condensed into a silver-white long spear, which fell into Ling Xiao's hands.

The only weapon of Wushuang Gun Soul: Wushuang Spirit Gun.

If the unparalleled spirit guns are graded, their quality has exceeded the rare grade.

It has reached the treasure level that has never been sold in the Qi Le store.

The majestic power of inheritance ended Ling Xiao's evil spirit state and repaired the damage to his body.

At this moment, all the information about Wushuang Spear Soul's martial skills, combat skills, use of coercion and momentum, etc., flooded into Ling Xiao's mind like a tide.

With the help of the power of inheritance, it was quickly absorbed and digested by Ling Xiao.

"It turns out that this is the soul of the unparalleled spear."

Ling Xiao slowly opened his eyes, and a cold light as sharp as a knife light flashed in his eyes.

"Hmph, bluff."

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