Wild beast war god

As soon as the knife came out, the entire combat mask buzzed instantly, and frost suddenly covered the mask.

The next moment, a cold and cold breath also appeared.

That was the aura that belonged to Xu Hebei Minghan Mountain. The same "buzz" sound burst out, and with a cold and dark sword light, it crashed into Sikong Jing's Jueye Ice Dance Saber.

Ow...

At this moment, the sword in Sikong Jing's hand seemed to emit bursts of howling sounds, and then in the battle light that seemed to be filled with ice and snow, a shadow of a mad wolf suddenly appeared.

In just a moment, it tore apart the surrounding coldness.

The whole place was silent at this moment. In everyone's eyes, the shadow of the mad wolf had pounced on the core of the coldness.

In other words, he rushed towards Xu He with boiling momentum.

"Beiming Mountain Boom..."

The next moment, Xu He's voice exploded, and an iceberg seemed to appear above the mad wolf, and then crushed the wolf's shadow heavily.

The mad wolf shattered like a phantom...

However, the popping ice and snow re-condensed a new wolf shadow, and the wolf shadow turned into a thousand, as if cutting out a thousand swords...

Boom boom boom...

Xu He's Beimingshan blast was cut into pieces by the shadow of the knife, and Xu He's figure appeared again.

The latter's face has become extremely solemn, but his fighting spirit is boiling.

The sword in Xu He's hand also transformed into a thousand swords, and Ding Dang Dang exchanged frantically with the Mad Wolf Thousand Swords. Because they were inside the battle mask, the space was limited, so the two could only compete to see who was faster...

On one side is a domineering mad wolf, on the other side is a cold sword, making it dizzying for a moment.

There were some less powerful people present who could not see through the light barrier at all, but they were only shocked.

As for the four venerables outside, of course they could see it clearly.

Master Mieqing's fist had been clenched unconsciously, but this time he was not angry, but extremely excited.

"It turns out to be the martial arts realm. What a terrifying martial arts realm!" The venerable old friend muttered to himself.

Next to him, the Venerable from Lanhu Temple spoke hoarsely.

"Awesome, awesome..."

"Although he is only at the War Martial Realm, the fact that his spiritual shadow has reached the Royal Shadow Realm proves that he must have opened up the Lingtai Consciousness Sea in advance, and it must have been opened at the Extraordinary Realm."

"At the same time, he has already fused his spirit and martial arts. With such combat power, he is probably in the soul-defying realm."

The last sentence caused the other three venerables to be shaken all over, and if the reverse souls merged with spirit and martial arts, what a genius this would be.

Immediately afterwards, the Venerable of Lanhu Temple suddenly said: "Venerable Mieqing, this male disciple of your Changqing lineage is so special and enviable. Next, we have to take a look at his combat strength. ”

Venerable Old Friend said: "If the level of the battle body is high enough, the future will be limitless."

After hearing this, Master Mieqing still stared at Sikong Jing with intense expectation in his heart.

As long as this Sikong Buhuo's fighting body is ferocious enough and his level is high enough, he will definitely win, and defeating the enemy's disciple at the peak of the Spiritual Movement Realm with the War Martial Realm will be enough for him to brag for a lifetime.

More importantly, the Reverend of Lanhu Temple is right.

He is so special, he is almost the first non-feminine male disciple in the history of Wu Nian Holy Sect, but his aura of being too supreme and forgetful is pure to the extreme.

I don’t know if Lord Changqing knows about the existence of this little handyman disciple?

If she didn't know it yet, could she rob it?

Master Mieqing, that’s super exciting!

Just when Venerable Mie Qing was surging with emotion, Venerable Handong next to him had long lost his previous good mood. He suddenly thought of something and growled lowly: "Mie Qing, don't be too happy too soon. The child is not a fighting body."

As soon as these words came out, the two venerables looked over in surprise...

At the same time, Venerable Mie Qing, who was in a good mood, replied coldly: "Nonsense."

She didn't believe it at all...

"Hmph, it seems that you don't know this kid better than I do, Mi Qing. My junior brother Hanhun has seen his battles a long time ago and knows it clearly."

"Furthermore, if he had a combat body, would he be just a handyman?"

As soon as Venerable Handong said these two words, Venerable Mieqing immediately became nervous again.

Yes, if it was a fighting body, Sikong Buhui would have been poached long ago. How could he be a small handyman with no name?

But it doesn't make sense that such terrifying combat power is not a combat body.

"Xu He, the battle strength has exploded." At this moment, the venerable master of Lanhu Temple roared.

Hearing this, Master Mieqing quickly looked at Sikong Jing and stared at him.

At the same time, the geniuses in the venue were all staring at Sikong Jing, wanting to see what kind of combat power he had. He had to explode his combat power to have a chance to win, and to have a chance to be truly remembered by everyone.

Inside the battle mask, Xu He's whole body was full of fighting spirit, and he shouted coldly: "Sikong Buhuo, break out your fighting body, otherwise you will not be able to withstand hundreds of moves under my seventh-grade Cold Sword Peak fighting body."

Just like before, everyone didn't believe what Lu Shan said at all, that is, they didn't believe that Sikong Jing was not a warrior.

At this moment, Xu He's whole body was full of true energy, and things like sword gleams were flowing on his skin, and they were like mountains that were extremely cold, so oppressive that it made people breathless.

This is his seventh-grade Cold Sword Peak battle body.

But Sikong Jing remained motionless, still holding the sword in his hand.

He did not answer the battle body's question, but said: "Can't resist a hundred moves? Xu He, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

After saying this, there was still no explosion of combat power, but the aura of Jueye Wolf King on Sikong Jing became stronger and stronger, as if the whole person had transformed into a wolf king, as if the entire light barrier was filled with the terrifying pressure of the wolf king. .

But no matter how he broke out, there was no fighting power.

So Xu He said angrily: "Are you looking down on me? If you don't explode your fighting strength, you will lose."

Sikong Jing still didn't explain, because it was useless to explain that he was not a combat body, and it would be more useful to blow him up directly... The true energy in his body poured into the meridians of the Jueye Wolf King, and the beast's heart was pounding and continuously blessing. .

It's not that easy to win with a seventh-grade combat body and peak spiritual realm.

What's more, now that Sikong Jing has the identity of Sikong Buwang, all he can use is the aura of Jueye Wolf King, which means he must show the pure aura of Supreme Wangqing...

Therefore, he began to use the beast's heart to enter the Wolf King's meridians, and then shouted: "Critical attack, Jueye Langfeng!"

Blessed with the heart of the beast, deliver critical strikes.

Xu He felt the terror of Sikong Jing, and without further words, he used the strength of his battle body to unleash a terrifying sword light.

Boom boom boom...

The swords connected, and the battle light shield buzzed again, as if the terrifying chill was about to overflow the light shield, so people couldn't help blinking and stared at the battle situation inside, and what they saw was still evenly matched.

On one side is a wolf as wild as a beast, on the other is a cold and terrifying peak sword light...

However, as time went by, the sword light became stronger and stronger, and the wolf howl became clearer and clearer. On the contrary, the sword light became weaker and weaker, and the cold peak seemed to disappear into the ice clouds and mist.

Half an hour later...

The sword light shook, the cold mountain shattered, and the ice and frost dispersed!

The geniuses in the venue and the four venerables outside all had their eyes fixed, because the results had come out at this moment. In everyone's eyes, Sikong Buyi had already placed the sword on Xu He's neck.