Wild beast war god

Outside the castle, a lieutenant asked General Lan Zhuanghe: "General Lan, what should we do next?"

Sikong Jing was taken into the castle by Ning Jingjing and protected. It would be impossible to take revenge without attacking the city.

But they were not sure about attacking the city!

After thinking about it, Lan Zhuanghe gritted his teeth and said, "Hua, if we continue here with Ning Jingjing and cut off their water and food, I don't believe she dares not to hand over to Sikong Jing."

At this time, Deputy General Wuzongjing said again: "How about we report it to Commander Yan?"

Another lieutenant general said: "Yes, that Ling Wugen is not from the Long Night Black Burning Army. Commander Yan will definitely order Ning Jingjing to hand it over."

Hearing this, Lan Zhuanghe shook his head heavily and said, "No, Commander Yan must know about this now, but if he doesn't take action, he will let me do whatever I want. If he does, he will kill Sikong Jing at most."

"Now I not only want him to die, but I also want Ning Jingjing to beg me for mercy."

"So even if we surround her for days and nights, no one will stand up for her."

When the two lieutenants heard this, their eyes lit up and they nodded.

Time passed little by little, and Ning Jingjing no longer insisted on half an hour, but waited until everyone learned the Dark Wing Black Burning Sword with Sikong Jing's sapphire tube before taking action.

In the blink of an eye, time came to dawn. At this darkest moment, Ning Jingjing shouted: "Get out of the city and counterattack Lanzhuang River!"

"Yes!"

Everyone responded and the city gates opened wide!

Some people in the Ninety-sixth Legion are sleeping, while others are on night watch...

And when the city gate opened, the Nighthawks exclaimed repeatedly: "The ninety-nine legions are coming out, hurry up, hurry up and fight."

Lan Zhuanghe was also sleeping. When he suddenly heard these words, the hair all over his body exploded.

"Ning Jingjing, how dare she?"

After saying that, he rushed out of the tent wearing armor, but at this time, the sound of killing started.

The Ninety-Ninth Legion, headed by Ning Jingjing, had thirty thousand black-armored warriors slashing at them fiercely, the swords in their hands billowing with black flames.

In the blink of an eye, they entered the ninety-sixth legion, and screams continued to sound.

"What kind of swordsmanship does the Nine-Nine Legion use? Their black burning sword is different from ours."

"It was Ling Wugen who brought it to them, but why is it so strong?"

Defeated in one blow, the 99th Legion was in high morale due to the collective breakthrough. On the contrary, some people in the 96th Legion were sleeping, and they did not believe that the opponent dared to attack, so they were killed by surprise.

Looking at the chaotic scene, Lan Zhuanghe shouted: "Back off, back off!"

Rolling smoke and dust rose up outside the Ninety-Nine Castle, and the 50,000 people including Lanzhuang River continued to retreat towards the Ninety-Six Castle.

It just looked like shit.

Half an hour later...

The rising sun shone on the land of the Long Night Black Camp. Outside the castle of the Ninety-sixth Legion, the Ninety-Ninth Legion headed by Ning Jingjing surrounded it. The situation was reversed in just a few hours.

The Ninety-Nine Legion, which was originally surrounded, turned around and surrounded the Ninety-sixth Legion.

Ning Jingjing sat on the black horse, full of heroism, and she looked like a woman. She stared coldly at the Lanzhuang River on the castle: "It's a shame that the position of the Ninety-sixth Legion is in your hands. How about leaving it to me?"

As long as the ninety-sixth legion is captured, Ning Jingjing can become the leading general of the ninety-sixth legion.

And Lanzhuanghe must get out and rearrange.

Lan Zhuanghe's whole face was red and bleeding, and he roared: "Ning Qingjing, you are not using the Long Night Black Burning Sword."

"Yes, we use the sword technique that is exclusive to the Ninety-Nine Legion. It is the Dark Wing Black Burning Sword modified by Sikong Jing. There seems to be no rule that says I can't improve the standard sword technique of our legion, right?"

Ning Jingjing sneered again and again, staring at Lanzhuang River without any timidity.

The latter looks extremely ferocious. In fact, the Long Night Black Burning Sword is the sword technique that every soldier of the Black Burning Battalion must learn. It represents the Black Burning Battalion, and its quality can be learned by everyone.

If a warrior uses other sword techniques, he will be blamed.

But the Nine-Nine Legion still uses the Black Burning Sword. It just increases the power of the sword skill, so of course there is no problem.

There might even be rewards for turning it in, and maybe the entire Long Night Black Burning Army would switch to using the Dark Wing Black Burning Sword.

Lan Zhuanghe breathed quickly and shouted again: "If you have the ability, come and attack the city!"

Now it's Lan Zhuanghe's turn to roar Ning Jingjing to attack the city.

No matter how much the Ninety-Ninth Legion improves, the number of people and other aspects are still not enough to capture the Ninety-Sixth Legion's castle.

Ning Jingjing sneered: "We can surround you without attacking, and cut off your water and food until you kneel down and beg for mercy."

As soon as these words came out, Lan Zhuanghe almost vomited blood. This was the underhanded strategy he wanted to use last night.

"Or you can inform Yan Shuai now and say with snot and tears that you lost to me." Ning Jingjing smiled and sarcastically made Lan Zhuanghe's chest explode.

If he has a city to defend and still goes to ask for help, where should he put his face?

At this time, Ning Jingjing ignored him and returned to the team.

But her brows furrowed, and she was thinking about ways to attack the city, but after thinking for a long time, she still had no solution.

Suddenly, Sikong Jing walked up and said, "General Ning, I have a way to attack you."

Ning Jingjing's eyes flickered slightly, not believing it.

Although Sikong Jing was a general in Canglong Small Territory, an elite battalion like Chang Ye Hei Ran Camp was completely different.

In the Xiantian realm, you can only be a small soldier.

Sikong Jing had already spoken. He took out another sapphire tube and said, "I also have a good set of martial arts here. Although they are only earth-level items, they can be used as a weapon to attack the city."

Ning Jingjing heard the words and took it, scanned it and said: "Beast Skill Liuyun?"

"Yes, what I learned from Liuyun Feishu can make the black-armored warrior learn to stick to the wall." Sikong Jing nodded.

However, Ning Jingjing shook her head and said: "This won't work. They are all people from the 96th Legion and their agencies."

Even if you can climb the city wall, you can't knock it down.

"So there is another method to use."

Sikong Jing smiled and said, "Lan Zhuanghe doesn't have a clear understanding of my face. You can find some warriors who are similar in size to me, disguise yourself and then climb up the city wall."

Ning Jingjing's pupils shrank, and she somewhat understood what Sikong Jing was thinking.

"Lan Zhuanghe hates me very much. What will he do if I get on the city wall?"

"I will definitely order someone to bring him in front of him instead of killing him immediately. The city wall is so big, we will only go up from a few corners."

When Sikong Jing said this, Ning Jingjing completely figured it out and accepted it immediately.

Next, she immediately took action to find someone who was similar in stature to Sikong Jing among the black-armored warriors, and then disguised herself.

Then, the first person climbed onto the city wall with the beast skill Flowing Clouds...

"I'm Sikong Jing. I'm here to negotiate with General Lan."

This man's voice sounded from a certain corner of the city wall.

A group of black-armored warriors looked at each other, and then directly captured this man and took him to Lanzhuang River.

The previous battle was fought in the dark, and they couldn't recognize the real Sikong Jing from the fake one.

After this person was taken away, someone else came up to the city wall from several corners: "I am Sikong Jing, and I am here to negotiate."

In this way, without knowing each other, everyone in the Ninety-sixth Legion took "Sikong Jing" to find Lan Zhuanghe.