Wild beast war god

Lian Zhuiyu's eyes flashed coldly, and he sneered: "Being among the top 100 in the fourth level of Daowu is already a blessing. I even suspect that Ba Tian Chamber of Commerce gave you a higher ranking."

"Where did you get your confidence after not taking action for two months? Now, I'm going to bring you back to reality..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lian Zhuiyu thrust out his sword and stabbed Sikong Jing with a red sword light.

As soon as the sword came out, everyone including Qiu Baichu was forced to retreat wildly. Only Sikong Jing moved forward unwaveringly.

The moment the red sword light appeared, he swung his sword and slashed out.

The moment he struck the red sword light, Sikong Jing paused slightly and reduced his strength slightly!

Again, he wants to stay around the 70th or 80th place in the Dongyuan Thousand Tyrants Ranking. He cannot win too hard... If he wants to kill Lian Zhuiyu, the same sword is enough.

Lian Zhuiyu is right.

The gap between every one of the top 100 players in Dongyuan's Thousand Tyrants Ranking is quite large, and Sikong Jing and Gong Yangying had a tie some time ago.

If he exploded with all his strength, he would probably be ranked almost the same as his younger sister Sikong Ling.

And this is absolutely not allowed.

boom……

As Sikong Jing's sword slashed down, the sword and sword light exploded.

The surrounding buildings collapsed in the aftermath, and countless people groaned and vomited blood. The instructors protected the students and retreated.

When the aftermath dissipated, Sikong Jing was still standing with the knife in hand, his expression cold!

"Take my knife!"

The next moment, Sikong Jing slashed out with his sword.

It seemed as if he suddenly hit Lian Zhuiyu with the roar of a demon dragon. This is a demon dragon beast skill. Sikong Jing has many beast skills now, so he can use any weapon he wants.

The little practice of chasing rain is not yet qualified for him to burst out with his strongest strength.

A cold light flashed in Lian Zhuiyu's eyes, and she shouted with a red sword light that met Sikong Jing's sword. The moment she caught it, Sikong Jing had already jumped out, and the two swords met each other, and they continued to fight wildly.

On the clouds, Qiu Qifeng clenched and released his old fist, released and clenched it again, and said in shock: "Sikong Jing, it is really scary!"

Lao Shu behind him said: "His fighting power seems to be no weaker than that of Lian Zhuiyu. He is able to fight across levels at the fourth level of Daowu."

For the older generation like them, the battle between the two people below was already dizzying. For Qiu Baichu and others, it was almost impossible to see clearly. They saw a demon-dragon wielding a sword and a flaming one. The sword thrust wildly.

The sword light and the sword light kept colliding with each other in the sky above Shenglong Town, creating violent aftermath of true energy.

In the blink of an eye, Sikong Jing and Lian Zhuiyu fought with thousands of moves, and Qiu Qifeng suddenly shouted: "Sikong Jing, we are going to win!"

He is the strongest in the audience and can see it most clearly...

All the high-level fighting spirit holy dragons were shaken violently. Sikong Jing really wanted to surpass Lian Zhuiyu and defeat Lian Zhuiyu.

However, the next moment, Lian Zhuiyu, who was getting more and more frightened as they fought, said unwillingly: "Let's take action together and destroy Sikong Jing."

She didn't expect to lose at all. She was slapped in the face, saying that she could stab Sikong Jing to death with one sword, saying that the Tyrant Chamber of Commerce's ranking was increased, and saying that she could knock Sikong Jing back to reality... all of them became ridiculed.

At this moment, Lian Zhuiyu's heart was full of hatred. For her who only bullied the weak and feared the strong, of course she couldn't continue like this. Anyway, she had a shameless habit of letting three students besiege her together.

As soon as he finished speaking, three students from the main academy shamelessly took action and killed Sikong Jing.

Qiu Baichu and the others gritted their teeth when they saw this. Ever since Lian Zhuiyu arrived at the Soul Capital, they had been showing off their skills. Their shamelessness had already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and they were extremely shameless.

Now, they have joined forces to suppress Sikong Jing!

Qiu Baichu also wanted to take action, but he felt that if he took action, it would only drag down Sikong Jing.

Everyone in the Fighting Spirit Holy Dragon Palace was extremely angry.

But there is no way, the instructors don't dare to take action at all, and the students have no chance of intervening in this terrifying battle...

Could it be that Sikong Jing was going to die here?

"Palace Master, Sikong Jing is afraid that he will be unable to defeat four people with just two fists. What should we do?" On the clouds, a senior executive looked at Qiu Qifeng.

Qiu Qifeng took a deep breath and smiled bitterly: "We can't help, we can only watch..."

Still saying that, how could he dare to save Sikong Jing.

Saving Qiu Baichu was okay, but saving Sikong Jing was to completely ignite the fire in the Holy Dragon Academy.

The Fighting Soul Holy Dragon Palace cannot withstand it.

A group of high-level officials were also aggrieved. They really wanted to save people, and they really didn't want to see Sikong Jing die. Now all the students of the Fighting Spirit Holy Dragon Palace were watching, and they all looked to Sikong Jing as their spiritual support.

However, just when everyone thought the situation was over, Sikong Jing's voice suddenly sounded: "Joining forces? Do you think it will work?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sikong Jing made a futile move and landed on the back of a little demon dragon belonging to a certain student nearby. Then he patted the little demon dragon on the head and the man and the knight instantly became one.

The sword was raised horizontally, and with the demonic power of the little demon dragon, it rushed out fiercely.

If Sikong Jing wanted to kill someone, one strike would be enough, but now, he still had to pretend that he had to ride a demon dragon to win.

His movements were smooth and flowing, and the demonic power of the little demon dragon merged with his true energy. He slashed at a female student who was pursuing him. The latter was caught off guard and cut her in half with the same slash, killing her instantly!

"Ow..."

The little demon dragon roared happily and flew out with its wings fluttering.

On his back, Sikong Jing slashed with his saber. The male student who was coming towards him let out a scream and cut him off.

Blood flew out, killing him instantly.

Finally, Sikong Jing avoided Lian Zhuiyu, who was screaming wildly, and arrived in front of the last female student. The knife slashed down diagonally. The female student swung her sword to block it, but Sikong Jing and Xiaoyao couldn't resist it. The power of dragon fusion.

puff……

In addition to practicing chasing the rain, the last student of the Holy Dragon Chief Student became the dead soul under Sikong Jing's sword.

After stopping the little demon dragon, Sikong Jing turned around and looked at Lian Zhuiyu, with a joking voice coming from the corner of his mouth: "You are the only one left, and now you don't even have the chance to be shameless."

The sound fell and the whole place fell silent. Sikong Jing was killing people without batting an eye in everyone's eyes.

Just now everything was completed in a flash of lightning. When everyone thought that Sikong Jing was going to be doomed and defeated by Lian Zhuiyu and others, he killed three people in a row in an irreversible way.

Everyone was shocked, and most of the students from the Fighting Soul Holy Dragon Palace showed admiration.

At this moment, Lian Zhuiyu also stopped.

Her eyes were changing wildly as she stared at Sikong Jing on the little demon dragon. Without a mount, of course she would not dare to rush forward and die.

"Ow..."

But the next moment, there was a roar, and a bloody demonic dragon appeared.

It is Lian Zhuiyu’s mount, Blood Lian Zhuilong, an existence in the extraordinary fifth realm.

Now that she has come to the Holy Dragon Palace of War Spirits, her demon dragon is naturally kept here. Now she feels the danger of her master.

He jumped up and stood on the back of Xue Lian Zhui Long, Lian Zhui Yu said in a cold voice: "Sikong Jing, you are dead!"

With the powerful demon dragon mount, she has strong confidence!

The people around him were nervous again. Everyone in the Fighting Soul Holy Dragon Palace hoped that Sikong Jing would win the battle, but now I'm afraid there is really no hope. His little demon dragon is too weak.

However, with his strength, it was already the limit to conquer a small demon dragon in an instant, and it was impossible to conquer an extraordinary demon dragon.