Wild beast war god

After a few rounds, tens of thousands of soul harvesting warriors were killed.

Sikong Jing himself had already joined the war soul harvesting army, and he shouted to Ning Jingjing: "General Ning, you continue with the soldiers of the Dark Wing Battalion, while I went to take the head of the leader of the war soul harvesting army. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Sikong Jing walked out like a phantom, and his target was the leader of the war soul harvesting force.

That was a middle-aged man with an extremely tough appearance. He seemed to have countless wronged souls roaring around him. The aura of the Dao Shuai, the fourth realm of Daowu, was extremely strong and extremely terrifying.

However, he did not find Sikong Jing's whereabouts.

Because when Sikong Jing was sneaking, the aura on his body had turned into animal nature, similar to the aura of the surrounding war horses.

The middle-aged commander was still frantically rectifying the war soul harvesting army and counterattacking the Dark Wing Camp.

At this moment, he roared angrily at the surroundings: "The little swordsmen dare to sneak attack on my war soul harvesting army and kill them for me. I will kill them all, leaving no one behind."

The next moment, Sikong Jing stabbed out from under his horse's belly: "You should still care about what kind of wronged soul you will become after your death."

Sikong Jing slashed his sword from bottom to top, and struck at the head of the war soul harvesting commander.

The latter was stunned, then widened his eyes and growled: "What the hell, a brat from the Taoist realm wants to sneak attack me and kill me!"

After the Battle Spirit Harvest Commander finished speaking, he suddenly swung his sword down and hit Sikong Jing!

The billowing aura of innocent souls on the battlefield exploded with him as the center.

And he clearly sensed Sikong Jing's martial arts realm, and he believed that Sikong Jing would definitely die with this blow.

However, Sikong Jing is not an ordinary Taoist soldier.

When he was at the peak of the Xuanhai realm, he could kill Ji Ming, who was in the third realm of Daowu, and now the energy of his "Emperor-killing and Prison-breaking Technique" was enough to withstand the existence of such a Taoist realm.

boom!

There was an explosion, swords were exchanged, and the war horses screamed and fell.

Sikong Jing's eyes were like fierce blood, he was halfway up in the air, and he slowly said: "Dark Wings, Black Burning Sword, Wing King Kill!"

After finishing his words, Sikong Jing pounced on the war soul harvesting commander again.

He was like a dark-winged dragon eagle unfolding its sword-like wings, and the sword light stabbed at the latter like a black rainstorm. When the latter was tired of resisting, Sikong Jing shouted again: "The blood-devouring fifth claw, tear like crazy! "

One hand was stabbing the sword, and the other hand had turned into a blood-devouring claw, and he held it fiercely.

And this fifth claw was what he understood and created when he reached the peak of the Taoist realm and came to the Twelve States of Youyuan.

This claw is a head-on claw method, which means tearing and killing!

In an instant, the war spirit harvesting leader was caught.

The so-called wronged fighting spirit around him was severely crushed to pieces... What a joke, what kind of fighting spirit can be compared with the Lord of Beasts? What kind of fighting spirit can resist the breath of a blood-devouring monster?

Under the aura of the Lord of Beasts and the devouring monsters, they will all be reduced to debris, leaving nothing behind.

It collapsed at the first touch. The harvest leader's eyes widened and he roared in disbelief.

"What the hell are you? Why are you so strong in the first realm of Taoist soldiers... Fuck me!"

He used all his true energy to blast away the Devouring Frenzy's tearing claws.

However, just as he was about to throw his sword, a jet-black sword light flashed over and sliced ​​open his neck.

Blood spurted out wildly, and a good man's head flew high into the air.

Sikong Jing jumped up to catch it and shouted loudly to the people around him: "The leader of the war soul harvesting leader is here. Are you going to retreat or die?"

In one word, the energy surged around the surroundings and soared into the sky.

The surrounding soldiers and horses from both sides were shaking violently. Ning Jingjing, who was already covered in blood, immediately shouted: "Dark Wing Commander killed the other party's leader. The War Soul Reaping Army is no more than that. Soldiers from Dark Wing Battalion, destroy them."

"Kill, kill, kill..."

The morale of the Dark Wing battalion rose sharply, and the Dark Wing battalion soldiers drew their swords wildly, and the dark Dark Wing black burning sword penetrated the entire scene.

On the other hand, the war soul harvesting army was stunned one by one. They stared at Sikong Jing in disbelief.

At this time, one of the deputy commanders stood up and shouted loudly: "Join hands and kill this bastard Chang Ye."

The core masters of the Soul Reaping Army, including the deputy commander, were frantically killing Sikong Jing.

"Just in time."

Sikong Jing's eyes flashed with cold light, and a bloodthirsty smile emerged from the corner of his mouth.

How long had it been, how long had it been since he had fought against a group of heroes alone on the battlefield? He missed that feeling very much, and now he wanted to relive it.

The sword in his hand was stretched out, and he instantly got into the middle of the besiegers.

The deputy commanders of the War Soul Harvesting Army and others are all in the second and third realms of Daowu, but there is no difference in Sikong Jing's eyes. They are all targets that can be killed at any time, kill, kill, kill...

The blood stained his whole body red, and Sikong Jing was very happy.

The soldiers of the Dark Wing Battalion were also very happy. Their morale soared and they were invincible.

Ghost State City...

That is to say, on the city wall closest to the Nether Blood Plain of the War Soul Dynasty, Lu Lingun had already stood up. He stared in the direction of Sikong Jing and shouted in a low voice: "What kind of army is this? Why is there no information on it?"

Everything that just happened was actually just a dozen breaths of time.

From the sudden attack from the Dark Wing Camp to Sikong Jing's stealthy killing of the war soul harvesting leader, Lu Lingun saw everything in his eyes, but it was too fast for him to react at all, and now he couldn't help but ask angrily.

However, neither the staff nor his lieutenants knew where this team of the Long Night Black Burning Army came from.

In terms of intelligence, there is none at all.

The corner of Lu Lingun's mouth twitched, and a cold light flashed in his eyes as he said: "Damn it, it turns out that all the previous arrangements were for the appearance of this strange soldier, to kill my harvest leader and restore morale."

At this point he paused and shouted again in vain: "Bring me the bow and arrows!"

Immediately, the deputy commander sent a strong bow and arrows. Lu Lingun held the bow and drew the arrow, pointed the tip of the arrow at Sikong Jing who was killing him, and said coldly: "It's a very good strategy, but you can't even think of it..."

"If I kill an elite commander, and you also kill an elite commander, it's a tie."

"You guys still can't boost morale."

The voice...buzz!

The arrow shattered the air like a shuttle and shot straight in the direction of Sikong Jing. A sneer appeared at the corner of Lu Lingun's mouth.

He was very confident in his archery skills and the Qi on the arrows.

The commander of the Long Night Raiders with the black mask, even the deputy commander of the Beigong Pioneers, will definitely die.

In the chaotic battlefield, Sikong Jing's whole body was filled with chills.

A feeling of extreme danger arose spontaneously. His sense of smell on the battlefield told him that someone was shooting cold arrows at him, and it was a master at the vanguard level of Beigong.

At this moment, Sikong Jing did not look at the direction of the arrow light at all, because there was definitely not enough time.

What he has to do is to hold the neck of a fighting spirit master and fix it in front of him...

In just an instant, with a pop, the war spirit master was shot through by an arrow and let out an incredible scream.

On the city of Ghost State, Lu Lingun slowly retracted his bow and laughed coldly: "What a quick reaction. It's a pity that even if you smell the cold arrow, your body can't keep up with the speed of the arrow, even if you pull someone to block it." use."

"My commander's arrows can penetrate easily."