As soon as Peng Peng finished speaking, Yu Wenxiong's violent breath also suppressed: "Sikong little beast, stop!"
Sikong Jing stopped again, raised his head, put on a strange smile, and said jokingly: "Yu Wenxiong and Bai Changwu, please stop talking nonsense and try to attack me."
"I want to see how many Xingluo palaces you have that can be destroyed by the ancient demonic dragon!"
In an instant, Yu Wenxiong's whole body trembled, and he panicked and withdrew his energy...
Don't forget that the ancient demon dragon left a mark on Sikong Jing.
As long as the older generation of Xingluo Palace dares to take action against him, the ancient demon dragon will completely destroy Xingluo Palace.
Thinking of that nosy ancient demonic dragon and the dragon seal still imprinted in Xingluo Palace, Yu Wenxiong couldn't help but tremble.
A mouthful of blood almost spurted out, and I was holding it back to death.
At this moment, he looked at Chang Wang fiercely and said, "Palace Master Chang, please save Peng Peng. We in Xingluo Palace will be richly rewarded."
There was a dark wind in Chang Wang's eyes. This was a life-and-death battle negotiated by Xingluo and Shenglong Palace. Both Feng Tingfu and Yu Wenxiong wanted to destroy it. It would be really embarrassing for this to spread out.
And if you intervene yourself, will you lose all face?
"Chang Wang, if you dare to interfere, we will kill Ma Daoming and He Jia now."
Before Chang Wang could think about it clearly, the voice of Wu Ding from Anlong Mountain was heard, holding Ma Daoming and He Jia in his hands.
For a moment, Chang Wang stopped and thought.
Finally, after a few breaths, Chang Wang made a decision and said with a slight smile: "I'm just here to watch the battle. I won't interfere in the matter between you Xing Luo and Sheng Long. I'm really sorry, Master Yu..."
The lives of Ma Daoming, He Jia and others are naturally more important.
Nowadays, the Long Night Holy Dragon Palace has fallen into a state of madness. As long as anyone dares to touch Sikong Jing, they will fight like crazy.
For the Changye Tiandao Palace with a small number of people, there is no need to fight to the death.
And just as Chang Wang was exiting, another voice sounded: "Sikong Jing, right? Give me some face and let Peng Peng go."
Everyone's eyes moved, and the person speaking was surprisingly the Seventh Prince Ji Ming.
I saw him standing high on the edge of the huge bird, looking down at Sikong Jing below, a cold light flashed in his eyes, while trying to maintain the self-righteous demeanor of Prince Changye...
However, Sikong Jing laughed again: "Who are you? You have no face in front of me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Ming's expression changed drastically. In the next moment, Sikong Jing stabbed Peng Peng without any nonsense. The Blue Sky Sword penetrated directly between the latter's eyebrows. Peng Peng's eyes widened and he refused to close his eyes!
The whole place was silent. Peng Peng was dead, and Sikong Jing was killed directly.
In vain, Ji Ming, who originally thought he could suppress Sikong Jing as a prince, changed his face drastically.
"You are so brave."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Ming killed him in vain from the back of the huge bird, and the energy from his whole body rolled toward Sikong Jing.
His eyes were filled with murderous intent and hatred.
Originally, he wanted to attack Beigong Pioneer with a bet, but in the end, he lost because of Sikong Jing!
He lost face and Qihenwei.
But now this young student from Changye Sacred Dragon Palace stabbed Peng Peng directly without giving him any face, and also slapped Yan Ruyu...
With several kinds of hatred added together, Ji Ming couldn't help but take action in anger.
Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience widened their eyes, and Huo Yanmei roared: "Sikong Jing, be careful!"
Here, Ning Jingjing looked at Beigong Pioneer nervously.
But the latter remained calm and said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, little brother Sikong will be fine as long as I'm here, but I want to see how far he can do it and see where he ranks on the Dongyuan Thousand Tyrants List.
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Beigong Pioneer looked at Sikong Jing, his heart full of expectation.
I originally thought that Sikong Jing could not beat the young prince Ji Han, but he ended up winning easily.
I originally thought it would be difficult for Sikong Jing to win against Peng Peng, but it turned out that it wasn't that difficult either.
So how strong is Sikong Jing now?
Ji Ming, who is ranked more than 500 on the Thousand Tyrants List, will definitely be able to find out clearly.
At this moment, Sikong Jing had the same idea as Beigong Pioneer. Where could he rank in Dongyuan North Land? Looking at Ji Ming swooping in, Sikong Jing's whole body's true energy was running at high speed...
The Lanxiao Sword in his hand let out bursts of dragon roars, and then the seven dragon swords merged into one and stabbed out fiercely.
The sword light composed of seven colors stabbed Ji Ming.
The latter's eyes were extremely cold, and he struck out with a palm. The golden and black fear energy turned into a giant palm and pressed against Sikong Jing's sword light.
The third realm of Daowu is fully reflected, and the gap in realm is huge.
boom!
The seven-color sword light disappeared, but Ji Ming's giant palm only dissipated a little, and continued to slap Sikong Jing... Everyone in the audience became nervous, and Qin Lao and others rushed over frantically.
But at the moment when the giant palm fell, Sikong Jing's claws shot out, it was the blood-devouring claws.
One hand was the blood-devouring third claw, and the other hand was the just-completed blood-devouring fourth claw. They clamped both sides of Ji Ming's giant palm respectively. The moment the giant palm pressed in front of Sikong Jing, Sikong Jing shouted: "Go away!"
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His claws tore open Ji Ming's giant palm, and terrifying energy surged out around Sikong Jing, filling the sky with smoke.
On the three huge birds, everyone opened their mouths wide.
Sikong Jing actually tore open Ji Ming's giant palm. The gap between Xuanjiang realm and Daowu third realm should be the difference between heaven and earth.
At this time, Ji Ming landed and said coldly: "What a martial arts genius from Canglong Xiaoyu, but who gave you the face to give me the prince's face? Who gave you the courage to kill Peng Peng?"
Ji Ming stared at Sikong Jing, his voice still filled with rage.
But Sikong Jing smiled lightly and said: "Who gave you the courage to intervene in the battle between Shenglong Palace and Xingluo Palace?"
As soon as these words came out, Ji Ming's whole body was suddenly shaken.
Yes, this is a battle between the two palaces of the Long Night Empire, and even my father would not dare to get involved in it.
Ji Ming was extremely angry just now, and he usually had the habit of pampering himself. No one had ever dared to treat him like this, so he became impulsive.
But now, he is riding a tiger and cannot get off.
"And before entering the hunting ground, who said that you should take Yan Ruyu to see me being tortured and killed?"
"Have you, Ji Ming, lost your mind in practicing martial arts?"
"You have no face with me. If you still dare to defend Yan Ruyu, believe it or not, I will kill you too?"
Sikong Jing's voice was extremely cold and extremely crazy.
Even if Qin Heng wanted to show off when he saw the Seventh Prince, it wouldn't work with Sikong Jing!
And these words stimulated Ji Ming to the point of death, and the true energy rolled out of his body again... However, at this moment, an old voice sounded: "That's enough, the prince of the Changye Empire is so rude, what's the big deal?"
The voice naturally came from Beigong Pioneer, who shouted coldly: "Come here, bring His Highness the Seventh Prince back to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Deputy Commander Cao Yi took the lead and pounced.
He forcibly tied Ji Ming, who was on the verge of rage, back to the giant bird, and saw Beigong Pioneer looking at him coldly: "I will tell your majesty exactly what happened today, and wait to be punished!"
These words were like a basin of cold water poured on Ji Ming's head, making his whole body cold.
Thinking of what he just did, my father would never let him go lightly.