Wild beast war god

The people behind Ning Shouye nodded clearly, with cold gleams in their eyes.

At this moment, a deep voice suddenly sounded.

"Long Night Black Burning Army, which of you holds the token of Long Night Holy Dragon Palace Qin Heng, get out and die!"

This person's voice was filled with strong hatred.

He condescendingly despised the 80,000 Long Night Black Burning Army. For Xingluo Palace, the Long Night Empire's army was not a threat.

The three university palaces are above it!

At this time, Sikong Jing slowly walked out and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Instructor Wang. I didn't expect to meet again so soon."

The person speaking opposite was none other than Instructor Wang from Changye Xingluo Palace, who was considered an old acquaintance of Sikong Jing.

As soon as Sikong Jing finished speaking, Instructor Wang's eyes suddenly widened.

Then his mighty and domineering aura disappeared, and he asked Sikong Jing in a trembling voice: "How could it be you?"

"Why can't it be me?"

Sikong Jing was still smiling, but his tone was as calm as before, and he was still riding a black horse and striding forward.

Instructor Wang subconsciously took a few steps back and clenched his fists tightly.

At the same time, Ning Shouye and the onlookers all blinked, what was this instructor from Changye Xingluo Palace doing? Why should you be afraid of a kid? No matter what, he is just a student of Changye Shenglong Palace, right?

Because Xingluo Palace was closed, no one knew how terrifying Sikong Jing’s ancient demonic dragon was.

More importantly, the old guy and the mentors cannot take action against Sikong Jing, otherwise the ancient demon dragon will reappear.

In vain, Instructor Wang shouted to the Xingluo Palace students behind him: "All students, take action and kill this little beast."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than twenty students from Xingluo Palace rushed out.

Instructor Wang shouted again: "He is Sikong Jing, the person who can make you become inner palace students, don't slack off."

As soon as these words came out, all the Xingluo Palace students were shocked.

When Xingluo Palace was destroyed by the ancient demon dragon, not all students were present, but everyone knew that Palace Master Yu Wenxiong had given an order that whoever killed Sikong Jing could become a student in the inner palace.

This is the opportunity they've been dreaming of...

Then, Instructor Wang swept coldly at the people of the Long Night Black Burning Army.

"I don't care if you are the Black Burning Army or the White Burning Army."

"Anyone who dares to help him is an enemy of Changye Xingluo Palace. Even your coach can't protect you."

Mr. Wei and the lieutenants trembled slightly, then clenched their fists tightly.

As members of the Evernight Empire, they knew very well how powerful the Xingluo Palace was, and what Instructor Wang said was not alarmist.

But, is it really true to watch Sikong Jing being killed by people from Xingluo Palace?

Everyone's eyes fell on Ning Jingjing.

However, at this moment, Ning Shouye strode out and threatened coldly: "Ning Jingjing, if you dare to take action, you will kill everyone in the Ning family. Cutting off ties is a trivial matter."

"I'm afraid your grandma will send your father to Xingluo Palace and let them do whatever they want."

Ning Jingjing gritted her teeth when she heard this. I'm afraid she really couldn't get involved in this matter, otherwise there would be too many people involved.

The hatred between Xing Luo Palace and Sikong Jing is impossible to reconcile and will never end.

At this time, Sikong Jing looked back at Ning Jingjing and the soldiers of the Long Night Black Burning Army, and said calmly: "Remember, no matter what happens later, you are not allowed to take action. I can't harm any of you."

After saying that, Sikong Jing suddenly dismounted and calmly glanced at the two dozen Xingluo Palace students around him.

Then he looked at Instructor Wang, shrugged and asked, "With these little students, are you looking down on me, Instructor Wang?"

Sikong Jing's words were extremely arrogant.

"It's enough to deal with you, a zero martial artist who has just broken through to the Xiantian realm."

Instructor Wang didn't care, and shouted again: "Do it, kill."

Suddenly, more than twenty students from Xingluo Palace roared and charged at Sikong Jing. The scene could be described as a scramble.

There may be only one spot for the inner palace students, and whoever kills Sikong Jing first will have a greater chance.

"The strongest one is in the martial spirit realm, and the weakest is in the martial body realm, damn it."

Ning Jingjing couldn't help but growl, clenching her fists tightly, her palms sweating.

Sikong Jing had just reached the martial arts realm.

Not to mention the more than twenty martial spirit realm plus martial body realm, even if there is only one martial spirit realm, he can't deal with it.

You must know that the other party is a student of Xingluo Palace. They are not soldiers of the Black Burning Army, let alone ordinary guards.

Here, the Ning family next to Ning Shouye laughed: "Uncle Ning, this kid is dead."

Naturally, Ning Shouye had a ferocious smile on his face, looking forward to the moment when Sikong Jing was torn into pieces by the Xingluo Palace students.

Suddenly, the surrounded Sikong Jing shouted: "Golden Dragon Fist!"

boom!

The punch exploded and hit one of the Xingluo students in the martial spirit realm. The latter's eyes widened in vain: "No, it's impossible."

With a "wow" sound, the Martial Soul Realm Xingluo student flew backwards.

His whole body made a crackling sound, and then he was caught by a figure, it was Instructor Wang.

"Teacher Wang, I, I...poof!"

Before the Wuhun Realm student could finish speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood, tilted his head and died.

For a moment, the whole place was silent.

Everyone, including Ning Jingjing, was stunned.

However, the two ninety-nine lieutenants sneered: "You are looking for death, and you dare not leave a way out when facing Brother Sikong. This is what you will end up with."

This Xingluo Palace Martial Soul Realm student rushed too hard, so he was punched to death by Sikong Jing.

Hearing this, Ning Jingjing looked at them and asked, "Did you know that Sikong Jing can kill in the martial spirit realm?"

She felt like she didn't know many things after being away from the Long Night Black Burning Army for a few days.

"Of course, General Ning, Pan Zha was knocked back by Brother Sikong with one punch. No matter how powerful the Xingluo students are, they will not be much better than Pan Zha from the Wuzong realm, right?" the first lieutenant said, holding out his chest.

The second deputy general asked: "General Ning, didn't Mr. Wei tell you about this?"

Mr. Wei opened his mouth behind him, shook his head and said, "I just forgot."

The battle where Sikong Jing counterattacked Lan Zhuanghe and Yan Shun was so exciting that defeating Pan Zha became a trivial matter.

Ning Jingjing opened her mouth wide, how could Sikong Jing do it?

Pan Zha, who had defeated the Wuzong realm, even killed a Xingluo Palace student in the Wuhun realm at this moment, and he was only at the Wu Jing realm.

This is incredible.

While the entire audience was shocked and puzzled, Instructor Wang was holding his dead student and his whole body was shaking violently.

Staring at Sikong Jing, Instructor Wang shouted again: "Be careful, this Zero Martial Genius has reached the eighth level of Martial Arts Realm, and the combat effectiveness of this kind of garbage has always been terrifying."

Everyone knows that after Ling Wugen breaks through to Xiantian, his combat power is terrifyingly different from ordinary people.

"Kill, kill, kill..." Instructor Wang roared like crazy.

The twenty-odd students did not dare to slack off any more, nor did they dare to rush too hard. They all unleashed their strongest strength.

Sikong Jing, on the other hand, calmed down, slowly raised his hands, exhaled and said: "Magic skill, Black Refined Dark Hook Claw!"

With these words, monstrous demonic intent burst out from Sikong Jing's body.