Wild beast war god

The black horse charges, the man and the horse are united, the man and the gun are united...

Sikong Jing blasted a gun into the chest of a middle-aged martial soul realm man. The latter's eyes widened in disbelief.

Wow……

A middle-aged man in the martial soul realm never expected to die like this, unable to even take a single move from Sikong Jing.

He fell straight to the ground, vomited blood and died!

But Sikong Jing seemed to have done a trivial thing, drawing his gun and killing again.

Puff puff……

A spear pierced the body of Lan Jiawu, a martial arts master, and in a blink of an eye, only a middle-aged martial soul master was left, and this man's eyes seemed to be wide open, and his whole heart was about to explode.

He never thought that the Wuxue realm could be so powerful, even if Sikong Jing had a mount.

escape……

As soon as the idea came to him, he turned around and ran.

But Sikong Jing sneered from behind: "You're here now, so just leave your life behind."

His legs knocked on the horse's belly, and the black horse swept out like a black gale.

In the blink of an eye, he reached behind the middle-aged man in the martial spirit realm, slashed out with his spear, and a good man's head flew high into the air.

The horse stopped, the spear in Sikong Jing's hand turned, and the tip of the spear caught the middle-aged head of the martial soul realm.

Then he turned the horse's head again, chopped off the heads of all the Lan family masters, and tied them to the horse's back.

After finishing, Sikong Jing returned to Jiujiu Town.

When he saw Su Yuexi, Sikong Jing said: "Yuexi, you go home and wait for me. I'll go to the Nine-Nine Legion."

After giving an explanation, he and Black Lie Ma disappeared from Su Yuexi's eyes.

……

The castle where the Ninety-Nine Legion was located was now surrounded by the Ninety-Six Legion of Langzhuang River.

Lan Zhuanghe stood coldly at the front of a group of black-armored warriors and shouted to Jiujiu Castle: "Ning Jingjing, get out."

However, the castle was closed and no one spoke.

"Ning Jingjing, if you don't come out, believe it or not, I will attack the city now?" Lan Zhuanghe shouted frantically.

In the Long Night Black Burning Army, the smaller the number of the legion, the more powerful it is, and the warrior realm, number and weapons it is equipped with are also more powerful. Ning Jingjing is the weakest among all the ninety-nine legions.

The number of black-armored warriors in her hands was also the smallest, only 30,000.

On the other hand, Lan Zhuanghe was much stronger than Ning Jingjing because of his related background and the Ninety-sixth Legion.

When he received the news that his younger brother had been killed by Sikong Jing's gun in Xingluo Palace, Lan Zhuanghe led his troops to kill him without saying a word. Although he was suspected of avenging public and private revenge, he was not afraid.

Ning Jingjing has no background except that she is pretty and has strong abilities.

dong dong...

Finally, heavy footsteps were heard on the upper floors of the castle.

Ning Jingjing led Mr. Wei out and said condescendingly: "Lanzhuang River, try attacking it!"

Her voice was extremely cold, and she swept past the 50,000 black-armored warriors of the Ninety-sixth Legion outside, and then said: "The Long Night Black Burning Army has regulations. The castle is the final bottom line of the Black Burning Army. No matter who attacks the city, they will be killed." amnesty!"

Lan Zhuanghe had 50,000 soldiers, which was 20,000 more than Ning Jingjing.

Coupled with the quality and weapons of the black-armored warriors, the strength configuration is almost doubled.

Lan Zhuanghe looked extremely ferocious when he heard this, and replied in a low voice: "The Long Night Black Burning Army also has regulations. If two legions have grudges, they can attack each other's castle. The winner can seize the castle and reestablish the command of the legion."

How could he not know the rules of the Long Night Black Burning Army and have already thought of an excuse to attack.

Ning Jingjing raised the corner of her mouth slightly and said calmly: "Then you attack the city."

In the Long Night Black Burning Army, each legion can attack each other, but generally they have to apply to the higher-ups, and someone will monitor everything and control the battle situation to avoid excessive casualties.

However, Lan Zhuanghe had a background, so he did not apply.

When attacking each other, usually the winner can kill the other's legion general and re-establish the general!

In many cases, low-numbered legions attack and kill high-numbered legions to seize the opponent's general position. There are very few like Lanzhuanghe, because there is nothing to brag about if they win.

But if he wins, he can apply to depose Ning Jingjing as general.

"Come and attack. Let's see if you, the defeated general, can capture my castle." Ning Jingjing shouted again.

Lan Zhuanghe's expression changed again. Ning Jingjing's ability was obvious to all. The reason why she was still the general of the Ninety-ninth Legion was mainly because her own realm was still a little weak, and she had just become a general not long ago.

Before becoming a legion general, he was defeated by her several times, which left Lan Zhuanghe with insufficient information.

Suddenly, a sneer appeared at the corner of Lan Zhuanghe's mouth.

"Ning Jingjing, I don't want to make a big deal out of things. I just want to surround you so that you can't save that Ling Wugen boy."

"Hehe, he will be taken back to Lan's house by my people soon, skinned and cramped."

As soon as these words came out, Ning Jingjing's expression suddenly changed.

The next moment, a little black bird suddenly flew into Lan Zhuanghe's hand. When he saw the note on the little black bird, Lan Zhuanghe laughed again: "Ling Wugen boy really failed to become Xingluo A student from the palace, he is back."

Naturally, this little black bird was released by the Lan family guards who were ambushing Sikong Jing.

As soon as they saw Sikong Jing, they happily reported to Lanzhuanghe. They never expected to die at the hands of Wuxue realm.

You must know that they are much stronger than Sikong Jing in terms of numbers and martial arts level.

Here, as soon as Lan Zhuanghe said these words, Mr. Wei and Ning Jingjing's expressions changed drastically.

Wei Lao reported Sikong Jing's breakthrough to the Xiantian realm to Ning Jingjing, and especially reported Sikong Jing's terrifying combat power. Both of them believed that it was a foregone conclusion that he would join Xingluo Palace.

But Xingluo Palace didn't want him, why?

Even though he has zero martial arts roots, since he has reached the Xiantian realm, shouldn't Changye Xingluo Palace take it seriously?

Lan Zhuanghe's laughter started again: "That kid is finished. Now I'm wondering if I should order someone to bring him here first, chop off his hands, and then take him back to my Lan family?"

In an instant, Ning Jingjing's face turned extremely ugly.

"I decided to order someone to bring him here first. I want you to see with your own eyes that he keeps begging for mercy and begging you to come out of the city to save him."

"I don't need to attack the city. I'm looking forward to seeing if you will lead troops to attack me."

"Hahaha……"

Amid laughter, Lan Zhuanghe wrote a note and tied it to the little black bird, then let it fly back. Then he stared at Ning Jingjing on the castle with a face filled with laughter, looking leisurely and contented.

"squeak……"

Suddenly, there was a scream of a bird in the distance. The little black bird that was flying towards Jiujiu Town was suddenly hit by an arrow, and then fell down with a flutter. In the dark night, it was difficult to see who fired the arrow in the distance.

Lan Zhuanghe's face solidified: "Whoever dares to shoot my trust bird, get out."

The sound of hoofbeats sounded, and a tall black horse appeared from the darkness. A figure sat on it, playing with a dead little black bird in his hand, and took out the note on it.

At this time, a low voice sounded: "You want to take me outside Jiujiu Castle first?"

"General Lan, why bother? I'm already here."

The figure on the horse slowly appeared in the firelight. Of course it was Sikong Jing who came from Jiujiu Town.