Beast God of War

Chapter 1137 My imperial weapon is not easy to hold

Chen'er's eyes widened, he felt that Sikong Jing's true energy was only at the first level of martial arts, but it was extremely terrifying.

Don't dare to neglect, the sword light sweeps across!
At the same time, Sanyan, who was originally indifferent, opened her eyes slightly, with a slight look of surprise.

A Xie on the hillside was running crazily, but when he felt the power at the top of the hill, he couldn't help but turn his head back, and what he saw was the wind blowing and the iron wings and feathers flying like flying swords.

But immediately, Ah Xie's eyes were blocked by a figure, which was the foreign aid from the copper refining village who came after him.

He laughed and said, "If you still want to watch the battle, stop for me."

Ah Xie's whole body trembled violently, and then continued to run wildly down.

But his whole body was icy cold, and he felt that the foreign aid from Zhan Wu of the Copper Refining Village was getting closer behind him... Although the two are in the same realm, the latter is a foreign aid, a copper refining power of the middle-level imperial rank The genius of the mountain.

If you can't fight at all, I'm afraid you can't even take three moves.

At this moment, Ah Xie gritted his teeth and circulated the whole body's zhenqi to his feet, but a puff of zhenqi had already reached his heart.

Just like what he said to Sikong Jing just now, if he can't escape, he will commit suicide on the spot.

On the mountain, Chen Er's sword light and Sikong Jing's Iron Wing Feitian Xuanwu collided fiercely.

With a bang, it exploded into the sky.

At this moment, Chen Er was forced to take three steps back, while Si Kong Jing floated to the ground from the air, expressionless.

After three steps, Chen'er stopped.

He couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement: "How is it possible? You didn't use the power of the imperial weapon?"

Chen'er still believes that Sikong Jing is only strong in possessing the imperial weapon, but just now it seemed that it was only Sikong Jing's own strength?

But this is absolutely impossible, the boy Dongba is not even at the peak of the martial arts realm, only the first realm of martial arts.

Sikong Jing shrugged and replied: "Could it be that my imperial weapon is for enhancing true energy?"

Of course, Yao Yulou didn't lend him any imperial weapon, it was still purely an excuse made up by Duanmuchun to hide Sikong Jing's fusion of spirit and martial arts, but the secret of the previous Shiyu Chamber of Commerce was passed on to Pei Feishan...

However, Yao Yulou has no way to tell the truth, so he can only continue to make up this excuse.

And it happened that Pei Fenyi really believed this excuse.

So it was passed on, and now everyone thinks that Sikong Jing possesses the imperial weapon.

And Sikong Jing certainly wouldn't explain it, since they want to think so, let them continue to be self-righteous.

Hearing Sikong Jing's explanation, Chen'er suddenly realized: "So that's how it is, this imperial weapon is so powerful that it can strengthen you to the point where you can resist me, this imperial weapon must belong to me... Senior Sister Sanyan. "

Originally, Chen'er wanted to say that the imperial weapon belonged to him, but immediately thought of Sanyan, the disciple of Wu Nian behind him, so he had no choice but to change his words.

After finishing speaking, Chen Er continued to cull out.

Sikong Jing took a deep breath, held the gun and shot out again, it was still the Iron Wing Flying Spear... At this moment, he had judged that Chen'er's combat strength was comparable to Weng Ting's realm and combat body level.

But he is still weaker than Weng Ting.

If there is still only the peak of the Reversed Soul Realm, Sikong Jing is of course not 100% sure that he can win, but now he has.

So the spear in Sikong Jing's hand blasted out again and again, like an iron-winged vulture roaring in the air, and at the same time, the unfinished iron-winged vulture's meridians in his body also began to slide forward...

It's like, complex silk threads are constantly wriggling forward, trying to form a complete pattern.

Hey!
Suddenly, the iron-winged vulture roared, and Sikong Jing was already in mid-air above Chen Er's head at some point.

Then, straight down.

He was like a huge iron-winged vulture, ruthlessly pounced on Chen'er below.

Chen'er's eyes widened, feeling the power of the iron-winged vulture's spear, and he didn't dare to be negligent in shooting the wind and dust into the sky with his sword.

From a distance, the iron-winged vulture, flashing like thunder, collided with the huge wind and dust, and blasted a circular shock wave in mid-air...

However, after only a few breaths of stalemate, Chen Er suddenly shouted: "Bastard, it's impossible!"

He couldn't help cursing, because the sword in his hand began to tremble, and the wind scroll he struck began to be torn apart.

And he continued to force his true energy into the wind, but it didn't work.

Still, an irresistible feeling.

In the air, the iron-winged vulture's gun light from top to bottom was also suppressed bit by bit, unstoppable.

After a few more breaths of stalemate, Fengjuan was finally torn into pieces...

At the same time, the speed of the iron-winged vulture's gun that pierced through everything became faster and stronger, and it shot straight at the top of Chen'er's head.

Around the mountain, because of the strong spiritual power of the spirit platform exploding from the fight between the two, one after another spirit shadows are approaching, there are hundreds of giants, they float close, twisting their figures.

It was like, waiting for the moment when Chen Er was bombarded by the gun light.

boom……

Finally, the gun light arrived, and the sharp beak of the Iron Wing Condor was like a spear tip that could tear everything apart, extremely sharp.

Chen'er had no time to move, seeing this, he could only swing the tip of the sword against the tip of the spear, and the true energy in his whole body was shaken out again.

However, there was still a bang under the feet, and the ground began to sink in a little bit.

After two breaths, the gun glow belonging to Sikong Jing finally dissipated.

And a huge semi-circular crater has formed under Chen Er's feet. Chen Er is located in the center of the huge crater. His feet are deeply planted in the soil and do not reach his thighs. There is blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. .

His sword was still upward, but it kept trembling.

The clothes on his arm had long since disappeared, leaving only a bloody hand.

All of this proves that he has lost, and he has lost miserably.

At this time, Sikong Jing fluttered down on the branches of the old dead tree, panting slightly, but condescendingly stared at Chen'er and said: "My imperial weapon is not so easy to get, I will send you back to the west now."

After finishing speaking, Sikong Jing pointed his spear at Chen'er again, with killing intent boiling over.

"Wow……"

Chen'er seemed to be frightened by the gun's light, and a mouthful of blood spewed out wildly. It was obvious that he had been seriously injured by the shock.

He wanted to back away with fear on his face, but his legs were like lead and he couldn't move at all, so he could only look crazily at Sanyan beside him.

However, it hasn't waited for Sikong Jing to kill him, nor has he waited for Chen Er to ask for help...

In vain came the long laughter of the foreign aid from Copper Smelting Mountain under the hillside: "You little weak chicken from the old man's family, let me see where you can go."

Hearing the words, Sikong Jing's murderous intent stopped suddenly, he raised his head again, and stared at it.

At this time, Ah Xie was already approaching the foot of the mountain, but in vain he was ruthlessly enveloped by the true energy of the foreign aid from Tongshenzhuang.

Then you can no longer move forward.

A Xie, who was motionless, looked miserable, looked in the direction of the mountain and shouted: "Genius Sikong, I'll take a step first!"

After finishing speaking, he was about to detonate the true energy in his heart...

But at this moment, Sikong Jing's voice sounded faintly: "A Xie, you are still far from despair."

After a pause, Sikong Jing's voice rang down the mountain again in vain: "Foreign aid from Tongshangzhuang, take my shot!"

(End of this chapter)