The Blood Wolf Army did not summon Sikong. Even if Sikong was killed in the tent, he would definitely obey the order and would not step into this tent. Therefore, Qingkong dared to assassinate Sikong.
Qingkong's long swords intertwined with each other, seeming to turn into the shape of a dragon. He stood like a crane, and a sword light swept past, and the things in the tent were twisted and rotated by the huge force.
At this time, Sikong had unleashed all his power. His body was like a wolf, half squatting and half standing. The scimitar in his hand was like a wolf's fang, flashing with cold light. The two of them crossed each other, and the tent suddenly fell into pieces. Two figures stood on one side.
The top of the military tent.
Sikong touched a tiny sword wound on his face, and a drop of blood slowly slipped from the sword wound.
"You can't escape. When you come to my territory, you will face my fifteen thousand invincible blood wolf soldiers." Sikong roared again, and then shouted a series of prairie dialects, and suddenly many tents were
Out of them came the warriors of the Blood Wolf Army. Each of these warriors was wearing a strong bow. They drew their bows and shot arrows, all aiming at the blue sky.
The first thing prairie people learn from childhood is archery, and the Blood Wolf Army is the elite among the elite. Each one of them is a unique archer. With every arrow, dozens of arrows are shot at the target.
The blue sky was enveloped by a rain of arrows, and if he was not careful, he would be pierced by thousands of arrows.
Qingkong half-squinted his eyes, and the true energy in his body was circulating in the sea of qi, and in the eight extraordinary meridians, the Taoist scriptures of the Yuanshi Sect that he had read since childhood kept appearing in his mind.
Different from the past, he did not have an expression of sympathy between heaven and man, flying in the void, but instead a beautiful figure appeared in his mind.
Getting closer.
More and more vivid!
This is his sword!
Don’t ask about the common people, don’t ask about ghosts and gods, don’t care about cause and effect, only focus on love!
A weird smile appeared on Sikong's face. At this time, he had used any means to kill Qingkong, his twin brother. As long as Qingkong Si was killed, his inner demons would break through, and he would lead an army to break through Yin City. This time
After the victory, he felt that the Immortal Killing Sect's killing martial arts would be perfected, and he would step into the current step and reach a state of supreme mystery. At that time, he would be a truly invincible Shura.
But after taking a breath, his smile completely froze.
Qingkong's body suddenly disappeared in the rain of arrows, one step at a time, like a direct immortal coming to the world, but it actually violated the laws of physics, stepping into the void, and the long sword, like a ghost and a god, strangled him with unparalleled sword light.
"Heavenly Realm!" Sikong gritted his teeth and spit out such a word from the gap in his mouth. His body instantly fell downwards, and then he made a defensive posture, and his whole body's energy was pumping to block the blow.
But Qingkong is faster. He shuttles through the air without stepping on anything. His speed is extremely fast and he can walk in the air. This is the strength that can only be possessed by the Heavenly Realm. The long sword has already shuttled through.
Sikong's scimitar shattered.
It turned into fragments, and Sikong used all his strength to eject one of the fragments.
The long sword was inserted into his chest smoothly.
Heaven and man are three feet apart, ghosts and gods retreat!
This means that the highest realm of martial arts, the "celestial realm" beyond the realm of Tongmai, is like three feet. Even ghosts and gods will hide their hatred under the swords of heaven and humans. A swordsmanship can be said to shock the world and make ghosts and gods cry.