Wild beast war god

Is it that the Shang Emperor Yan Tianmo and the Ninth Princess Yan Ruyu have noticed that their Dantian meridians have been restored, and they want to abolish it again?

Or, do you want to take yourself back?

Sikong Jing's heart was extremely cold.

It was not because he was afraid of the arrival of the Shadow Sect, nor was he afraid of death, but because he was afraid of leaving Su Yuexi and this family.

At this moment, a black-clad shadow sect master showed a mocking smile on his face, and replied calmly: "Sikong Jing, it seems that your position was not low before you were exiled, and you actually knew that we were from the shadow sect."

Sikong Jing was stunned. They didn't know his identity before being exiled.

Then, the second Shadow Sect master smiled proudly and said: "We are neither here to kill you nor to capture you. We just want the palm of your right hand."

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Sikong Jing asked in confusion: "I sent you here because you only want my palm?"

What do Yan Tianmo and his daughter want to do?

Is it not enough to destroy one's Dantian and meridians, and one has to torture oneself bit by bit?

Today it’s the palms, but tomorrow it’s the soles of the feet?

But with their viciousness, it's not like they can't do such a thing.

"Yes, Yingmen's order is to cut off the right palm of your right hand and take it back to the imperial city as soon as possible."

"Yingmen also asked us to leave you a message. We did this just because your right hand once held the hand of someone it shouldn't have held."

The second shadow master smiled and explained to Sikong Jing.

Sikong Jing stood upright on the bridge after hearing this. Then he smiled and couldn't help laughing: "So that's it. Yan Ruyu is really vicious and ruthless. She has a new love. Is she doing this to show her new love?"

"Haha, I think it's dirty too, and I want to cut off her palm."

He once made an oath of friendship with Yan Ruyu and held hands while touring the imperial city.

At that time, facing the bustling crowd, Yan Ruyu whispered in his ear that she wanted to hold him like this for a lifetime and never let go.

Now, because he had held her hand, she wanted to take it from her.

Sikong Jing felt sick as he thought of what happened in the past.

He laughed indifferently, laughing that he had misjudged the person, with a smile as bright as a jade and a heart like a snake's scorpion.

Sikong Jing just wanted to laugh wildly.

"Sikong Jing, no matter what your previous status was, you have called the Ninth Young Master by his first name for the second time."

"We're afraid we'll tear your mouth apart."

As soon as he finished speaking, two Shadow Sect masters stepped out and attacked Sikong Jing from front to back.

"Don't you, as a shadow sect, know what my identity is?" Sikong Jing stopped laughing and asked coldly.

There are not many people in the Shadow Sect, most of them recognize me.

"Why should we know?"

"In the eyes of our Shadow Sect, except for the invincible general Dashang, the Yizi King, Yuwen Guan, the Lord of the Shadow Sect, and His Majesty and the Ninth Princess, there is no one who cannot be killed and no one who cannot be taken!"

When the words "Yu Wenguan" were mentioned, the eyes of the two shadow masters showed reverence and enthusiasm.

Sikong Jing, on the other hand, was shaken all over and stared at the two of them: "You said that the invincible god general is called Yuwen Guan?"

These names in their mouths all belong to themselves, and they were obtained through bloody battles. However, now in the mouths of the two Yingmen, all these things have become...Yu Wenguan's.

Yu Wenguan, the proud son of the Yuwen family, the first aristocrat of Dashang, was once known as the number one genius of Dashang.

However, he was defeated three times by his own hands.

Being trampled under his own feet, he no longer has the reputation of being a genius, and he is suppressed by himself from now on.

Now, he has openly taken away all his fame.

"Of course it is Divine General Yuwen Guan. Divine General Yuwen was not well-known before. It was not until the Seven Kingdoms Rebellion was put down that his name was truly announced to the outside world. He is the greatest contributor to the Great Shang Dynasty."

"Yu Wenguan is the best general in history of Dashang!"

The two shadow masters spoke excitedly, the admiration in their eyes getting stronger and stronger, as if they were talking about the peerless emperor.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Suddenly, Sikong Jing let out another long laugh, and veins popped out all over his body: "Is he Yuwen Guan worthy enough to put an end to the chaos in the Seven Kingdoms?"

Clang!

The two shadow sect masters suddenly drew their swords, and the first shadow sect master said with hatred: "Sikong Jing, you are the first person in Dashang who dares to insult the invincible god general. If it hadn't been for the above saying that I can't kill you, you will die now. "

The second person continued: "Now, we will take your palm."

After saying that, the two men flew towards Sikong Jing like shadows and cut into the palm of Sikong Jing's right hand.

Clang!

In vain, Sikong Jing grabbed the knife of one of them and said coldly: "At the peak of human realm, when did the Shadow Sect absorb people with your strength?"

"You are too weak!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sikong Jing's true energy poured into the shadow master's hand along the blade, and he grabbed the blade and slashed backwards.

With a scream, the second Shadow Sect master who attacked from behind was knocked back hard.

"Those who are not in the extraordinary realm are not allowed to enter the Shadow Gate. This is the rule I set. How long did it take to break it?"

Sikong Jing stared at the Shadow Sect master in front of him with a cold voice.

After he took up the post of the master of the shadow sect, he decided that the people of the shadow sect should be good but not numerous. However, the two people in front of him were only at the peak of their human realm.

"Who do you think you are when you set the rules?"

"kill!"

The Shadow Sect master behind him who had not had his sword taken away roared angrily, and the sword gleamed like a shadow, slashing towards him with a crash.

"The Shadow Sect Shadow Killing Sword can transform into thousands of things, like ghosts and demons, but you have only scratched the surface." Sikong Jing shouted softly and turned around, slashing out with his sword. Immediately, countless sword shadows attacked the Shadow Sect master, as if sending out a ghost The sound of howling.

Puff puff……

The only thing that greeted the shadow master was the sound of the shadow of a knife passing through.

Blood splashed out, as if dozens of cuts had been made on his body. He stopped on the bridge for a few moments before falling to the ground.

Sikong Jing held the knife and turned around, facing the Shadow Sect master who had taken the knife away from him.

The latter's eyes showed a look of extreme fear, and he said in a trembling voice: "Why did you shadow Sha Dao? Who were you before?"

More than just the Huiying Killing Sword, this person was only at the eighth level of the Dark Realm, but he killed his own companions.

This is so terrifying!

"Who am I? I am a person who has lost all his code names and fame, but my name is still Sikong Jing."

Sikong Jing shouted again and slashed out with his sword. Instantly, the second shadow master's neck was splashed with blood, and his pupils kept shrinking.

"The strongest strike of the Shadow Killing Sword, the Ghost Shadow Blood Blade...shouldn't this be something that only the master of the Shadow Sect can practice?"

After leaving these words, the second Shadow Sect master fell to the ground and died, with only thick doubts in his eyes.

Sikong Jing closed his eyes deeply, dropped the knife, and his whole body trembled violently.

boom!

Suddenly, thunder rolled from the sky, as if complaining about Sikong Jing's injustice.

The heavy rain fell like beans.

Sikong Jing was alone, listening to the sound of the river, the thunder, and the weeping sound of the heavy rain.

His heart was as cold as freezing point!