Wild beast war god

As the murderous intent erupted from Sikong Jing's body, everyone couldn't help but blink.

But no matter how powerful the murderous intention is, it can't move anyone. It's a joke. In their eyes, this young man in black who is obsessed with listening to music is just a young man.

No matter how much murderous intent he has, can he really kill everyone?

There are many Venerable Realm beings present, and this is the Shuibo Lake at the foot of Saint Craftsman Mountain.

But his words attracted everyone's attention. If they didn't support the Tyrant Chamber of Commerce, they would kill them all. Suddenly the seventh elder of Saint Craftsman Mountain reacted and asked: "Are you from the Tyrant Chamber of Commerce?"

Speaking of which...boom!

With one punch, he exploded Sikong Jing's power to hold down the masters of Saint Craftsman Mountain. After saving everyone, he looked directly at Sikong Jing and raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He had already planned to kill the young man in black. The command.

But now things seem to be getting more interesting. Of course, you have to ask before killing.

At the same time, Fu Miaoling, who was thinking that Sikong Jing was about to reveal his identity as the envoy of the Thousand Kings and ask everyone to worship him, was also stunned on the spot...

She didn't react to what Sikong Jing said...

But now, following the seventh elder's words, she suddenly widened her eyes slightly and became confused. Did this Thousand Kings Black-clothed Messenger say the opposite? It should be that if you don’t support Thousand Kings Holy Tower, then kill them all.

The others were suddenly shaken all over, and they all stared directly at Sikong Jing.

Nowadays, the general trend of the world is basically Tyrant vs. Thousand Kings. For them, which team they stand on is of course very important.

However, the young man in black in the eyes of everyone suddenly shook his head and replied: "I am not from the Tyrant Chamber of Commerce."

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at each other again. If you are not a member of the Tyrant Chamber of Commerce, you suddenly announce that you will kill everyone. Even if you support the Tyrant Chamber of Commerce, you should not be so radical.

"This person is a lunatic. Anyone who can listen to a night of music and do nothing is not a normal person." Suddenly a young man spoke loudly.

All of a sudden, it resonated with countless people.

However, Sikong Jing added: "I used to be a member of the Tyrant Chamber of Commerce, but no longer."

After finishing speaking, Sikong Jing looked in vain at the seventh elder of Saint Craftsman Mountain who was closest to him, and then he grinned slightly. After that weird smile, he suddenly turned into an afterimage and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in the seventh elder. In front of the elders.

Then, he punched out...

The fist hit the face of the Seventh Elder of Saint Craftsman Mountain accurately. The action was both fast and abrupt. However, no matter how abrupt the Seventh Elder was, he was well prepared. In an instant, he violently unleashed the energy of the Venerable Realm. Lock up Sikong Jing.

However, he underestimated the enemy.

He shouldn't have locked up Sikong Jing, but should have formed a shield to protect his whole body.

But in the eyes of the Seventh Elder of the Saint Craftsman, the young man in black in front of him will never reach the realm of the Venerable no matter what, so he only needs to lock the young man in black with all his true energy...

Such an action would directly make him... ow!

The locked zhenqi was penetrated by Sikong Jing at once, and then he punched his face hard. This punch directly made the seventh elder rise up in pain, and the whole person paused for a moment and then It flew out like a cannonball.

bang bang bang...

It knocked away the onlookers behind it, hit the building behind it, and finally flew out of the building and hit the barrier of the central island hard.

Yes, his whole body was already stuck to the barrier of the central island, and his whole face was covered with blood and twisted.

Then, people began to slowly slide down from the barrier...

While he was sliding down, he pointed his finger at Sikong Jing and said from a distance: "How could the emperor leave the realm at the peak of his power and kill me... Wow!"

Only halfway through speaking, a mouthful of blood spurted out...

At the same time, the masters of Saint Craftsman Mountain also widened their eyes and exclaimed one after another: "Seventh Elder, are you okay?"

Some rushed out and supported the falling Seventh Elder, while others surrounded Sikong Jing...

At this moment, the entire audience fell silent without realizing it. Everyone stared at Sikong Jing with wide eyes as he punched the seventh elder of the Saint Craftsman away. The taunting just now was no longer there.

Suddenly, a master from Saint Craftsman Mountain roared loudly: "Take action and kill him."

As soon as the words fell, the Saint Craftsman Mountain masters who surrounded Sikong Jing had already pounced on him. Although it was indeed terrifying to blow away the seventh elder with one punch, this was their territory. Where would they lose face if they continued to drag him down?

The guests are all watching!

In any case, there are so many of them that it is certainly impossible to know how to write the word "fear" now.

However, Sikong Jing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he did not take out any weapons. Facing the large number of Saint Craftsman Mountain masters who came up to kill him, he just clenched his fists, and then... boom.

Boom boom boom...

There was a sudden explosion, and then Fu Miaoling and all the Fu family members present saw something they would never forget. They saw Sikong Jing, a young man in black, punch one by one, and everything he hit with his fist exploded.

It's like blowing away a defenseless blood bag with one fist...

In the blink of an eye, the blood all over the sky seemed to turn into a rain of blood, and all the guests in the room opened their mouths in shock.

Just at this time, the voice of the Seventh Elder came from the distance and shouted: "All masters of the Venerable Realm, help us in Saint Craftsman Mountain kill him. This is a terrifying person who comes from nowhere. Hurry up. "

As soon as these words came out, the guests woke up as if from a dream, and then... boom boom boom!

One by one, the powerful men in the Venerable Realm burst out with true energy.

They jumped directly into the sky and pounced on Sikong Jing. At a glance, there were as many as eight Venerable Realms. Some of them were in the first realm of Venerables like Gong Ying, and some were in the fifth realm of Tyrant Lie.

Among them, there is one in the fifth level of the Venerable, and there is also one in the fourth level of the Venerable.

Surrounded by eight Venerable Realms, most people couldn't bear their aura at all, and most people would probably be frightened to death if they didn't come into contact with them.

But Sikong Jing remained undaunted and his expression remained unchanged.

He is now stronger than when he killed Ba Lie. Although his realm has not changed and he is still at the peak of the Emperor Realm, his Spiritual Shadow Realm has reached the peak of the King Realm after absorbing half of the Nether Lotus Sea Snake.

The emperor's true energy at the peak of his exit was much stronger than when he was in Ba Lie Mansion.

So Sikong Jing still just smiled and said: "Well done, kill!"

His whole body was still full of murderous intent, and a strong fighting spirit filled the entire island in the center of Shuibo Lake. He faced the eight Venerable Realms and killed them. He still did not use any weapons, and still blasted with both fists.

Bang bang bang...

Terrifying auras continued to explode in the air of the island. Sikong Jing was completely unfazed by the siege of eight Venerable Realms.

The aftermath of the battle crazily hit the ground below, causing young people and ordinary people to almost be crushed to pieces.

Of course, at this time, a large number of Imperial Martial Stage masters quickly formed defensive formations to block these aftermaths.

"Is this crazy?"

Looking at the unbelievable battle in the sky, some people couldn't help but exclaimed: "How can it be like this? The seventh-grade combat body is still such a young existence, and it is still at the peak of the emperor's realm. How can it be possible to fight with the eight venerable realms?" Instead of falling behind?"

Such words made the people around him nod heavily, finding it difficult to accept Sikong Jing's power.

And at this moment, someone suddenly shook his whole body and trembled: "No, he is not a seventh-grade battle body at all. We can't measure his battle body grade because he should be... a third-grade holy body."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience blinked in shock, and then their pupils shrank wildly.

Then in Fu Miaoling's eyes, everyone's whole body began to tremble violently.

After three breaths, almost everyone said in unison: "He is, he is Demon Sikong!"