Wild beast war god

Chen'er's eyes widened. He felt that Sikong Jing's zhenqi power was only at the first level of martial arts, but it was extremely terrifying.

Don't dare to neglect, the sword light sweeps across!

At the same time, Sanyan, who had an indifferent expression, opened her eyes slightly with a look of surprise.

Ah Xie was running wildly on the hillside, but when he felt the power at the top of the mountain, he couldn't help but look back. What he saw was the wind scroll being scattered, and the iron wings and feathers flowing like flying swords.

But immediately, Ah Xie's gaze was blocked by a figure. It was the foreign aid from Copper Smelting Village who was chasing after him.

He chuckled and said, "If you still want to watch the battle, stop it."

Ah Xie's whole body trembled violently, and then he continued to run down desperately.

But his whole body was bone-chilling, and he felt that the foreign aid from the Zhanwu Realm in the Copper Smelting Village behind him was getting closer and closer... Although the two of them were in the same realm, the latter was a foreign aid, a middle-level imperial copper smelting force. The genius of Mt.

It's impossible to defeat him at all, and I'm afraid he won't even be able to take three moves.

At this moment, Ah Xie gritted his teeth and circulated all his energy to his feet, but a stream of energy had already reached his heart.

As he just said to Sikong Jing, if he couldn't escape, he would commit suicide on the spot.

On the mountain, Chen Er's sword light collided with Sikong Jing's flying iron wings.

There was a loud explosion and soared into the sky.

At this moment, Chen Er was actually forced to take three steps back, while Sikong Jing fell from the air to the ground with an expressionless face.

After three steps, Chen Er stopped.

He couldn't help but shouted in surprise: "How is it possible? You didn't use the power of the imperial weapon?"

Chen'er still believes that Sikong Jing's strength is only due to his possession of the imperial weapon, but just now it seems that it was just Sikong Jing's own power?

But this is absolutely impossible. The Dongba boy is not even at the peak of the martial arts realm, but only at the first level.

Sikong Jing shrugged and replied, "Could it be that my imperial weapon is used to enhance the true energy?"

Of course, Yao Yulou did not lend him any imperial weapon. It was still purely an excuse made by Duanmu Chun to hide Sikong Jing's Lingwu fusion, but the secret of the previous Shiyu Chamber of Commerce was passed to Pei Feishan...

Unfortunately, Yao Yulou couldn't tell the truth and could only continue to make up this excuse.

But Pei Fenyi really believed this excuse.

So word spread, now everyone thinks that Sikong Jing possesses the imperial weapon.

Of course, Sikong Jing would not explain it. If they wanted to think so, then let them continue to think so.

Hearing Sikong Jing's explanation, Chen'er suddenly realized: "So, this imperial weapon is so powerful, it can actually enhance you to the point where you can compete with me. This imperial weapon must belong to me...Senior Sister Sanyan." "

Originally, Chen'er wanted to say that the imperial weapon belonged to him, but then he thought of Wu Nian's disciple San Yan behind him, so he had no choice but to change his mind.

After saying that, Chen Er continued to kill them.

Sikong Jing took a deep breath, held the gun and then shot out. It was still the Iron Wing Flying Spear... At this moment, he had already judged Chen'er's combat power, although it was equivalent to Weng Ting's realm and combat body level.

But he is still weaker than Weng Ting.

If he were still at the peak of the soul-defying realm, of course Sikong Jing would not be 100% sure of winning, but now he is.

So the spear in Sikong Jing's hand fired out one after another, as if an iron-winged condor was roaring and soaring in the air. At the same time, the iron-winged condor's meridians in the body, which had not yet been completed, began to slide forward...

It's as if complex threads are crawling forward to form a complete pattern.

Hey!

Suddenly, the iron-winged condor roared, and Sikong Jing was already in mid-air above Chen Er's head.

Then, it went straight down.

He was like a huge iron-winged condor, swooping down at Chen'er below.

Chen'er's eyes widened, feeling the power of the iron-winged condor's spear light, and he didn't dare to hesitate and used his sword to shoot wind and dust into the sky.

What you can see from a distance is that the iron-winged condor flashing like lightning collides with the huge wind-driven dust, exploding a circular shock wave in the mid-air...

However, after only holding on for a few breaths, Chen Er suddenly shouted: "Asshole, it's impossible!"

He couldn't help but curse wildly, because the sword in his hand began to tremble, and the wind scroll he struck began to be torn apart.

And he still continued to force his true energy into Fengjuan, but it had no effect.

It's still an irresistible feeling.

In the air, the top-down iron-winged condor's spear light was also suppressing it bit by bit, becoming unstoppable.

After a few more breaths, Fengjuan was finally torn into pieces...

At the same time, the iron-winged condor's spear light that broke through everything became faster and fiercer, piercing directly towards Chen'er's head.

Around the mountain, because the strong power of the sea of ​​​​spiritual consciousness exploded during the fight between the two, spiritual shadows were approaching, hundreds of them in number. They floated closer and twisted their figures.

It was as if he was looking forward to the moment when Chen Er was blasted by the gun.

boom……

Finally the spear light arrived, and the sharp beak of the iron-winged condor was like the tip of a spear that could tear everything apart, extremely sharp.

Chen'er had no time to move. Seeing this, he could only swing the tip of his sword to touch the tip of the spear, and his whole body's true energy was shocked again.

However, there was still an explosion underfoot, and the land began to sink in deeper.

After two breaths, the gun light belonging to Sikong Jing finally dissipated.

A semicircular giant pit has also formed under Chen Er's feet. Chen Er is located in the center of the giant pit. His feet are deeply embedded in the soil and have not reached his thighs. There is blood oozing out from the corners of his mouth. .

His sword was still pointing upward, but it was constantly trembling.

The clothes on his arms had long since disappeared, leaving only a bloody hand.

All this proves that he failed, and failed miserably.

At this time, Sikong Jing fluttered down on the branches of the old dead tree, panting slightly, but stared down at Chen'er and said: "My imperial weapon is not that easy to get, and I will send you back to the west now."

After saying that, Sikong Jing pointed his spear at Chen'er again, with murderous intent boiling over him.

"Wow……"

Chen'er seemed to be frightened by the light of the gun, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. It was obvious that he had been seriously injured by the shock.

He wanted to retreat with fear on his face, but his legs were like lead and he couldn't move at all. He could only look at Sanyan beside him like crazy.

However, before Sikong Jing could kill him, nor before Chen'er could ask for help...

In vain, the long laughter of the foreign aid from Copper Smelting Mountain could be heard from the bottom of the hillside: "You little weakling from the old man's family, let me see where else you can run."

Hearing this, Sikong Jing's murderous intention suddenly stopped, he raised his head again and stared.

At this time, Ah Xie was close to the foot of the mountain, but in vain he was severely enveloped by the true energy of the foreign aid from Tonglianzhuang.

Then there is no way to move forward.

Ah Xie, who was motionless with a miserable face, looked towards the mountain and shouted: "Sikong Genius, I'm going to take the first step!"

After saying that, he will detonate the true energy in his heart...

But at this time, Sikong Jing's voice sounded faintly: "A Xie, we are still far from despair."

After a pause, Sikong Jing's voice boomed down the mountain again in vain: "Foreign aid from Tonglianzhuang, take my shot!"