Wild beast war god

Boom boom...

At this moment, Ning Jingjing fired two shots in vain during the battle. The two disciples of the Hengdao Sect could not withstand the violent gunfire and flew backwards. They landed heavily on the ground and vomited blood.

Afterwards, Ning Jingjing put away her gun and returned to Sikong Jing's side, saying coldly: "You really don't know why we have to kneel down to Gong Yangying. She is not my mother."

Ning Jingjing's voice spread throughout the audience, and everyone raised their heads and stared.

Her words gave people a feeling that they had never seen the world before.

Why are you kneeling down to Gong Yangying? She is the granddaughter of the national master. She is also the number one martial arts genius in the War Spirit Dynasty.

Gong Yangying is a fairy in a high position, both now and in the future.

Fatty Yan thought for a while, then shouted loudly: "Yelang Tribe, you really don't know how to be fearless. I have already warned you. This is not a mountain range where souls can pass through. If you don't obey, you will die easily."

Following his words, everyone around him, including Yan Benxing, all understood the identities of this man and woman.

He came from the Night Wolf Tribe in the Soul Penetration Mountains. No wonder he looked so uncivilized and spoke so ignorantly and fearlessly.

Ning Jingjing sneered: "We are here to defeat the soul thief, not to be grandchildren."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the people kneeling around him turned dark, and Ning Jingjing scolded everyone directly.

thump...

In vain, Yan Benxing took a fierce step forward and pounced on Ning Jingjing with a fierce sword intent.

"You must be grandsons in front of me. Now I give you one last chance. Get down and kneel down in front of Fairy Moon Soul. I can pretend that nothing happened."

Of course he was surprised by Ning Jingjing's strength, but it didn't matter when he heard about the Night Wolf Tribe.

Now he doesn't want to go on a killing spree. As long as the man and woman kneel down obediently, he will still be very intimidating and his face can be regained...

"What if we still don't kneel?" Ning Jingjing asked back.

Yan Benxing's face turned cold and he said with a smile: "Then I will personally break your legs."

After saying that, he couldn't help but look at Gong Yangying again,

Seeing that the latter had no expression on her face and didn't stop her, she raised her head again. It seemed that Gong Yangying was just as she thought, and she didn't mean what she said. She obviously liked to see others salute her.

But Yan Benxing didn't know that Gongyang Ying wanted to see how strong Ning Jingjing's backbone was.

As for Sikong Jing next to Ning Jingjing, Gongyang Ying also didn't pay much attention.

But at this moment, Sikong Jing stood up. He gently stroked Xiao Yeying Mad Wolf in his arms and said calmly: "You just said that the top three hundred people on the Dongyuan Thousand Tyrants List are very powerful. Who do you want to call?" Who can I tell you to kneel down?"

As soon as these words came out, they finally attracted everyone's attention.

Zeng Yuanxi secretly said: "You are looking for death, and you dare to jump out and talk. It's annoying to watch."

Yan Benxing looked at Sikong Jing and said with a smile: "You are not qualified to talk to me. Now I count to three. If you don't get down, I will break your legs."

"Three, two, one!"

Yan Benxing didn't give Sikong Jing any time to think about it. He shouted three times quickly, and then ordered: "Come on, take this ignorant man and woman under custody. I want to do it myself."

A disciple of the Hengdao Sect who was at the first level of Daowu came out and said, "Senior Brother Yan, leave it to me."

shuh...

He jumped up high and dodged toward Sikong Jing and the others.

Even though Ning Jingjing could defeat two junior disciples in the Xuanhai realm, it was nothing to him who was in the first realm of Daowu.

At the same time, Gong Yangying said softly: "Aunt Mian, take action!"

After hearing this, Aunt Mian took a step forward!

However, at the next moment, a ferocious roar came from the direction of Sikong Jing, and the little black dog lying in Sikong Jing's arms fled out in vain, facing the disciples of the Hengdao Sect in the Dao Martial Realm.

The next moment...ah!

A shrill scream came from the latter's mouth, and the little black dog opened its mouth and bit the Hengdao Sect disciple's arm, then closed it heavily, and one arm was bitten off by it.

After finishing it, the little black dog turned around and landed on the windowsill.

It held its bloody hand in its mouth and wagged its big tail to claim credit in front of Sikong Jing.

And the disciple of the Hengdao Sect who was at the first level of Daowu had fallen heavily to the ground, covering his arm that was spurting blood and screaming.

"My hand, my hand..."

The shrill screams were in sharp contrast to the excited look of the little black dog.

Aunt Mian stopped, her eyes were surprised.

The people in front of Yingyue Tower exclaimed again and again, shouting: "This is the Yeying Crazy Wolf!"

Fatty Yan was stunned. He knew that Sikong Jing had Yeying Mad Wolf and deliberately did not report it to Yan Qihuan because he wanted to find an opportunity to take it for himself. Now this scene made him panic.

Yan Benxing was also stunned, but before he could react, the disciples of the Hengdao Sect had already rushed out, full of murderous intent.

"Beast, give our senior brother Zhang's hand back."

"Kill this bitch first..."

Everyone was furious. As one of the seven major sects in Dongyuan Northland, their Hengdao sect had an arm bitten off in front of countless people. How could they bear it? All of a sudden, they were full of sword energy.

"Aunt Mian, save people." Gongyang greeted him and said again.

But at this moment, Ning Jingjing had retreated behind Sikong Jing, and Yeying Xiaolang, who was holding his arm in his mouth, also dodged and retreated. More than a dozen disciples of the Hengdao Sect attacked at the same time, which was not something they could handle.

As for Sikong Jing, his eyes had narrowed, and he slowly stretched out his hand while looking at the intersecting sword energy.

The next moment, a silver iron rod appeared in his hand, and then the surging zhenqi spread out. When the sword energy came to kill, Sikong Jing twitched the corner of his mouth and smashed the stick out.

The shadow of the stick was like a giant pillar in the sky, crushing all the sword energy head-on.

wow wow wow...

The disciples of the Hengdao Sect who rushed forward screamed one after another, and were hit by the shadow of the stick. Each one of them was like a kite with a broken string, and hit the ground hard, creating more than a dozen large craters in an instant.

The ground around Yingyue Tower was shaking.

"What? This is impossible!"

All the people who were kneeling in the audience stood up in shock. Yan Qihuan and other senior masters could not help but shout in a low voice: "Tao Shuai Realm."

Gong Yangying stared at Sikong Jing at the window in a daze, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"This tribal man is so hidden."

She didn't sense Sikong Jing's state just now, and it wasn't until the moment when he exploded that she realized that the other party was actually in the fourth state of Daowu.

Zeng Yuanxi was also dumbfounded, staring at Sikong Jing with a chill all over his body.

Suddenly, Sikong Jing floated to the ground, still holding the iron rod in his hand and said: "Yan Benxing, am I qualified to speak now? Can you answer me now about the top three hundred on the Dongyuan Thousand Tyrants Ranking? It really makes people want to kneel down." Just kneel?"

As he spoke, the corners of Sikong Jing's mouth raised slightly, as if he was scorning everyone.

Yan Benxing's face turned livid, and he subconsciously glanced at Gongyang Ying, snorting coldly: "That's right, you still have to kneel."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole body's true energy soared into the sky, which was also the fourth level of Daowu, the Dao Commander.

Clang!

The knife flashed out from behind, fell into his hand, and then pointed at Sikong Jing and said, "You are crazy, but I will let you know that you can't take ten moves in my hand even at the Tao Commander level."

No matter what, Yan Benxing must crush the man with the stick in front of him, otherwise it will become a joke.