Beast God of War

Chapter 464 Sikong Jing, Zhan Jiming

As soon as Peng Peng's words fell, Yu Wenxiong's furious breath also subsided: "Sikong little bastard, stop!"

But Sikong Jing stopped again, raised his head with a weird smile, and said jokingly: "Yu Wenxiong and Bai Changwu, don't talk nonsense, try to attack me."

"I'd like to see how many Xingluo palaces you have, so that the ancient demon dragon can destroy them!"

In an instant, Yu Wenxiong's whole body trembled, and he withdrew his true energy in a panic...

Don't forget, the ancient demon dragon left a mark on Sikong Jing.

As long as the older generation of Xingluo Palace dared to attack him, the ancient demon dragon would completely destroy Xingluo Palace.

Thinking of that meddling ancient demon dragon, and thinking of the dragon seal still imprinted in the Star Luo Palace, Yu Wenxiong couldn't help but tremble.

A mouthful of reverse blood, almost spat out, suffocated to death.

At this moment, he looked at Chang Wang fiercely and said, "Palace Master Chang, please save Peng Peng, my Xingluo Palace will surely repay you well."

In Chang Wang's eyes, there was a gust of evil wind. This was a life-and-death battle negotiated between Xingluo and Shenglong. Both Feng Tingfu and Yu Wenxiong wanted to destroy it. It was really embarrassing to hear it.

And if he intervenes, will he lose face as well?
"Chang Wang, if you dare to intervene, we will kill Ma Daoming and He Jia right now."

Before Chang Wang could think it over clearly, Wuding's voice came from Anlongshan, holding Ma Daoming and He Jia with both hands.

For a moment, Chang Wang stopped to think.

Finally, after a few breaths, Chang Wang made a decision, and said with a slight smile, "I'm here to watch the battle, and I won't interfere in the matter between you Xingluo and Shenglong. I'm really sorry, Palace Master Yu..."

The lives of Ma Daoming, He Jia and others are naturally more important.

The current Evernight Sacred Dragon Palace has fallen into a state of madness, as long as anyone dares to touch Sikong Jing, they will go crazy and desperately.

For the Changye Tiandao Palace with a small number of people, there is no need to die.

And just as Chang Wang withdrew, another voice sounded: "Sikong Jing, right? Give me some face and let Brother Peng Peng go."

Everyone's eyes moved, and the person who spoke was none other than the Seventh Prince Ji Ming.

I saw him standing high on the edge of the huge bird, looking down at Sikong Jing below, a cold light flashed in his eyes, while trying to maintain the self-righteous demeanor that belonged to Prince Changye...

However, Sikong Jing laughed again: "What are you, you have no face in front of me."

At the end of the sentence, Ji Ming's face changed drastically, and the next moment Sikong Jing stabbed Peng Peng without talking nonsense, and the Lanxiao sword directly pierced the latter's eyebrows, Peng Peng's eyes widened, and he died with regret!

The audience was silent, Peng Peng died, and Sikong Jing was killed immediately.

In vain, Ji Ming, who originally thought that he could suppress Sikong Jing as a prince, changed his face drastically.

"You are so brave."

As soon as the words fell, Ji Ming slammed down from the back of the huge bird in vain, and his whole body rolled towards Sikong Jing.

There was murderous intent in his eyes, and hatred surged.

Originally, he wanted to bet against Beigong Pioneer, but because of this Sikong Jing, he lost!

He lost face and Qiruowei.

And now, this little student from the Long Night Sacred Dragon Palace didn't even give him face, and directly stabbed Peng Peng, plus he smoked Yan Ruyu...

Several kinds of hatred added together, Ji Ming couldn't help being furious.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience stared wide-eyed, Huo Yanmei roared: "Sikong Jing, be careful!"

Here, Ning Jingjing looked nervously at Beigong Xianfeng.

The latter was still calm, and said indifferently: "Don't worry, little brother Sikong will be fine with me, but I want to see how far he can do it, and see how far he can be ranked in the Dongyuan Qianba list." .”

Beigong Xianfeng stared at Sikong Jing, full of anticipation in his heart.

Originally thought that Sikong Jing couldn't beat the little prince Ji Han, but he won easily.

Originally thought it would be very difficult for Sikong Jing to win against Peng Peng, but it turned out that it was not too difficult.

So Sikong Jing, how strong is he now?
Ji Ming, who ranks more than 500 in the Top [-] list, must be able to find out clearly.

At this moment, Sikong Jing has the same idea as Beigong Pioneer. Where can he rank in the Eastern Plains and Northland? Looking at Ji Ming who swoops in, Sikong Jing's whole body is running at high speed...

The Lanxiao sword in his hand let out bursts of dragon chant, and then the seven dragon swords merged into one and stabbed out fiercely.

The sword light composed of seven colors stabbed at Ji Ming.

The latter's eyes were extremely cold, and with one palm, the golden and black energy turned into giant palms and pressed towards Sikong Jing's sword glow.

The realm of the third realm of Daowu is fully reflected, and the gap in realm is huge.

boom!
The seven-color sword light disappeared, but Ji Ming's giant palm only dissipated a little, and continued to slap Sikong Jing... Everyone in the audience became nervous, and Qin Luo and others rushed towards him frantically.

But at the moment when the giant palm fell, Sikong Jing's two claws slapped out, it was the blood-devouring claws.

One hand is the third blood-devouring claw, and the other is the newly completed blood-devouring fourth claw, respectively clamping the two sides of Ji Ming's giant palm, and the moment the giant palm is pressed in front of Sikong Jing, Sikong Jing yells: "Scatter! "

The two claws tore apart Ji Ming's giant palm, and terrifying true energy surged out around Sikong Jing, filling the sky with smoke and dust.

On the three huge birds, everyone opened their mouths wide.

Sikong Jing actually tore apart Ji Ming's giant palm, Xuanjiang Realm and Dao Martial Third Realm, this should be the gap between heaven and earth.

At this time, Ji Ming landed on the ground, and said coldly: "What a martial arts genius from Canglong Xiaoyu, but who gave you face and not my prince, who gave you the courage to kill Peng Peng?"

Ji Ming stared at Sikong Jing, his voice was still furious.

But Sikong Jing said with a faint smile: "Who gave you the courage to intervene in the battle between Shenglong Palace and Xingluo Palace?"

As soon as these words came out, Ji Ming's whole body trembled.

That's right, this is the battle between the two great palaces of the Changye Empire, and even the Emperor Father would not dare to participate in it.

Ji Ming was extremely angry just now, and he is usually pampered. No one has ever dared to treat him like this, so he became impulsive.

But now, he couldn't get off the tiger.

"And before entering the hunting ground, who said that they would bring Yan Ruyu to see me being tortured and killed?"

"Are you, Ji Ming, out of your mind to practice martial arts?"

"You have no face with me, if you still dare to defend Yan Ruyu, I will kill you, believe it or not?"

Sikong Jing's voice was extremely cold and crazy.

Even if Qin Heng had to put on a face when he saw the Seventh Prince, but with Sikong Jing, it wouldn't work!
And this kind of words, stimulated Ji Ming half to death, and the whole body's true energy rolled out again... However, at this moment, an old voice sounded: "Enough, the prince of Changye Empire lost his composure, what's the big deal?"

The voice naturally came from Beigong Pioneer, and he said coldly, "Come here, bring me His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince back."

As soon as the voice fell, Deputy Marshal Cao Yi took the lead in jumping down.

He forcibly tied Ji Ming, who was on the verge of rage, back to the huge bird, and saw Beigong Xianfeng staring at him coldly: "I will tell His Majesty exactly what happened today, and wait to be punished!"

These words were like pouring a basin of cold water on Ji Ming's head, making his whole body cold.

Thinking of what he did just now, his father would never let him go lightly.

(End of this chapter)