Wild beast war god

In the small town, Qiu Baichu felt a chill all over his body, but he still said without timidity: "I do things for myself, and I just mentioned Sikong Jing. Are you afraid of him? Are you afraid of him when you practice chasing rain? "

His voice was still filled with madness and strong energy, and he really wasn't even afraid of death anymore.

"Practice chasing the rain. You are afraid of the ram. You are also afraid of Sikong Jing... What else are you not afraid of?"

At this moment, Qiu Baichu was already crazy. He knew that he would not survive, so he just scolded Lian Zhuiyu to death.

Even if he dies, he must let Lian Zhuiyu feel the feeling of being humiliated.

Lian Zhuiyu went crazy, lost his composure, and roared repeatedly: "What a joke, how could I be afraid of Gongyang Ying and Sikong Jing? If Sikong Jing were here now, believe it or not, I could stab him with one sword." die?"

After saying that, Lian Zhuiyu's whole body's zhenqi rolled up and pressed towards Qiu Bai.

At this moment, Junior Sister Luan and others behind Qiu Baichu retreated frantically, unable to control their feet at all.

Qiu Baichu also felt like his whole body was about to explode. The gap between his fifth Xuantian realm and Lian Zhuiyu's fifth Daowu realm was too big.

"Palace Master, think of a solution quickly."

On the clouds, a group of high-level officials from the Holy Dragon Palace were extremely anxious.

Qiu Qifeng's old eyes were red and he was at a loss. Finally he opened his mouth and was ready to save people. He couldn't just watch.

And at this extremely tense moment, a magnetic voice sounded.

"I really don't believe that Sikong Jing was stabbed to death with one sword."

When the voice appeared, a young man in black attire walked into everyone's sight and walked step by step in front of Qiu Baichu. He was calm and moved forward steadily despite the terrifying momentum of Lian Zhuiyu.

He is naturally Sikong Jing.

In an instant, Qiu Baichu was stunned, Qiu Qifeng and other senior officials of the Fighting Soul Holy Dragon Palace were also stunned, and Junior Sister Luan and the strong man were confused.

The instructors and students of the Fighting Spirit Holy Dragon Palace who were watching here secretly were all puzzled.

And Lian Zhuiyu was also stunned...

Before she could speak, the male student from the main academy who wanted to kill Junior Sister Luan sneered repeatedly and said: "Another one wants to die, and he dares to mention Sikong Jing... Then you should die first. .”

As soon as he finished speaking, the male student immediately attacked Sikong Jing.

Next to Lian Zhuiyu, another male student said with a mocking smile: "The Fighting Soul Holy Dragon Palace is really funny, everyone likes to come looking for death."

In their opinion, Sikong Jing must also be a student of the Fighting Soul Holy Dragon Palace, and he just went out to die on impulse.

"Junior brother, be careful..."

At the same time, Qiu Baichu also screamed anxiously. He also thought that Sikong Jing was some impulsive junior brother, a junior brother he didn't recognize.

You know, no one but yourself can stop the male student's attack.

However, the corner of Sikong Jing's mouth raised slightly, a clang sounded in his hand, and the light of the sword flashed out. Then, exactly like the previous scene outside the town, the male student who rushed over suddenly stopped in mid-air.

His arrogant expression froze, and then there was a splashing sound, and blood spurted out from the middle of his body in a straight line.

Still: cut it off in two!

dong dong...

The body that was broken in half fell heavily to the ground, blood flying everywhere. This time the male student was shot to death without even making a sound.

"Dead, dead? Killed with one knife?"

For a moment, the entire audience was stunned and trembled in disbelief.

Qiu Baichu opened his mouth wide and stared at the so-called junior brother in front of him in disbelief. Everyone around him was staring at the corpse that was cut in half, and his mind was completely confused.

Qiu Qifeng on the clouds was also dumbfounded and shouted in vain: "The fourth realm of Daowu, the realm of Taoist commander!"

Finally, he judged Sikong Jing's martial arts level at the moment when he drew his sword.

"Another one dies, so happy!"

Instructor Zhang and several ordinary students were hiding on the roof of a certain building, staring at the chopped corpse and screaming crazily...

Instructor Zhang clenched his fists tightly, feeling happy but also worried.

clang clang...

Suddenly, three students from the main academy next to Lian Zhuiyu drew their weapons at the same time. Another male student who had just said proudly that Sikong Jing was here to die shouted wildly: "Who are you in the fourth realm of Daowu?"

Being so young, with such fighting prowess, and so desperate to kill, he is definitely not a small person.

At this moment, the difference between Sikong Jing's image and the previous time when he was a guard of the Imperial Master's Office in War Soul Xingluo Palace was so different that they couldn't recognize him at all, and they didn't know that it was Sikong Jing who slapped Lian Zhuiyu's face.

The next moment, Sikong Jing introduced himself: "Abandoned disciple of the Long Night Holy Dragon Palace, Sikong Jing."

The words Sikong Jing were instantly rolled out.

Countless people's pupils shrank wildly, and the words "Sikong Jing" seemed to echo in their heads.

Qiu Baichu's whole body was shaken wildly. He stared at Sikong Jing's back in disbelief, his lips trembling crazily for a moment.

This is the person he just mentioned, this is the person he wants to be. Sikong Jing actually came to the Holy Dragon Palace of Fighting Spirits at this time, and he also saved himself and killed a student of the Holy Dragon Academy. .

On the clouds, a group of high-level officials from the Holy Dragon Palace looked at each other with shock in their eyes.

Say Sikong Jing, Sikong Jing is here!

boom……

At the moment when everyone was shocked, Lian Zhuiyu and the three students behind her surged into the sky at the same time. Then Lian Zhuiyu stared at Sikong Jing and said frantically: "So, you are Sikong Jing."

"Yes, you just said you wanted to stab me to death with a sword?" Sikong Jing's voice was calm and cold.

Lian Zhuiyu's pupils shrank and shrank, and he said with a ferocious smile: "Yes, I just want to stab you to death with a sword... Haha, I really didn't expect you to show up here. Now I will send you back to the west to avenge your blood for my junior brother Lu Ding." hatred."

After saying that, Lian Zhuiyu drew out a fiery red sword and pointed it directly at Sikong Jing.

Lu Ding was indeed the person she liked, and this was precisely the reason why she wanted to kill him when Qiu Baichu mentioned Sikong Jing.

Whether it was Sikong Jing's resistance to the Holy Dragon Academy or killing Lu Ding, he must die.

At the same time, the three students from the Holy Dragon Academy also calmed down. The male student sneered: "Sikong Jing, you are so brave. You dare to come out and call out my senior practitioner sister at number 98 on the Dongyuan Thousand Tyrants Ranking..."

The female student said: "I'm afraid he still doesn't know that the gap between every one in the top 100 is huge."

The second female student said again: "I can't blame him. I heard that he came from the countryside and has no knowledge."

They were not afraid of Sikong Jing at all, because the gap between 98th and 86th place was still huge, especially when they saw that Sikong Jing was only in the fourth realm of Daowu, they didn't care even more.

It is precisely because they know that there is a huge gap between every other player that they dare not challenge Gong Yangying.

To put it bluntly, bully the weak and fear the strong!

At this time, Instructor Zhang on a roof was also stunned and said blankly: "Yes, Sikong Jing is only 98th on the Dongyuan Thousand Tyrants List. Why do I always think that he will definitely be able to kill Lian Chaiyu?"

As soon as these words came out, several ordinary students also became nervous, as if it was not that simple anymore.

However, Sikong Jing narrowed his eyes slightly and replied slowly: "I haven't made a move for two months, and I don't know how the Tyrant Chamber of Commerce judges it. Do you really think I only have 98 people?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sikong Jing strode out, the sword in his hand erupting into sounds.