Beast God of War

Chapter 1277 Forgetting the song, you go to battle

Sikong Jing stared away, only to see a mask raised in the center of the venue, and two people were fighting crazily inside.

Both of them are the existence of the Spiritual Battle Realm in the Lingwu Period.

One of them was the Beiming Hanshan Lu Fan that Sikong Jing had seen, and the other was a disciple of an unknown sect.

With just one glance, Sikong Jing didn't care anymore.

His gaze was already frantically moving, and then finally froze on the icy breath at the center of the banquet.

That was the signature breath of the Wunian Holy Sect, and the female disciples of the Wunian Holy Sect were sitting there, with wine and food in front of them, watching the battle inside the mask with expressionless faces.

Because of the particularity of Taishang Wangqing Jue, they are particularly conspicuous in the banquet.

However, one of the girls was not sitting upright, but was standing behind the leading woman.

A girl with only one arm.

But even so, her slender jade fingers were still resting on the shoulder of the leading woman, humbly rubbing her shoulders for the latter.

The girl, of course, is Sikong Jing's younger sister, Sikong Ling.

At this moment, just as Wen Luo said, Si Kongling is like a humble little servant girl, serving the female disciples of the Wunian Sacred Sect, and the head woman being served, Sikong Jing, knows who she is without asking...

She is Bixian, the strongest core disciple of the No-Nian Sect who came to Wanbing City this time.

"Dong dong dong..."

Just seeing his sister for the first time, Sikong Jing's animal heart couldn't stop beating wildly.

It was no longer a murderous intent brewing, but an instant urge to be enchanted, an urge to crazily tear Bixian apart.

But the next moment, Sikong Jing felt distressed, extremely painful.

This is his closest and dearest sister, and his parents told him to take good care of her in the letter.

But at the beginning, she was forcibly taken away by Venerable Changqing, and now she came from the at least safe Wunian Sect to the crisis-ridden Wanbing City just for the name "Sikong Buwang".

In order to confirm whether Sikong Buwang was himself, he had to humbly serve as a servant for others, and had to bow his proud head.

Thinking of this, Sikong Jing's eye sockets felt hot, it was tears of self-blame and anger.

So he stepped out heavily, step by step in the direction of his sister, every step seemed to carry a rolling chill, but when he looked at his sister Sikong Ling, his eyes were full of tenderness.

He wanted to hug his younger sister into his arms and tell her that his brother was here, and that his brother would not let her suffer any more grievances.

"Wow……"

Just as Sikong Jing was trying to suppress his emotions and took a step forward, a scream came from the mask in the center of the venue, and the two people who were fighting had already decided the winner.

Lu Shan of Beiminghan Mountain won the victory, and there were crazy cries from around, which were the excited ghost cries of Beiminghanshan disciples.

But Sikong Jing, of course, still ignored it.

However, at the next moment, Lu Shan stood in the mask and pointed in the direction of the daughters of the Wunian Holy Sect.

"Niannian Shengzong Bixian, according to the agreed gambling rules, it's your turn to challenge me next."

"I am at the peak of the Spiritual Battle Realm, so you can only fight at or below the Spiritual Battle Realm. If you read correctly, the only ones below the Spiritual Realm you can fight now seem to be the one-armed girl behind you right?"

As soon as these words came out, Sikong Jing paused slightly in his forward steps, and couldn't help but move his eyes to the Lu fan inside the mask.

The one-armed girl Lu Shan was referring to was, of course, her younger sister.

Sikong Jing has just arrived, so of course he doesn't know the rules of the game, but what Lu Shan means is that among the ten disciples of the Wunian Sect, only his younger sister complies with the rules, and will Bi Xian let his younger sister play?

Wenluo also said before that her sister has not yet reached the Lingwu stage, and she only has one arm left now.

Staring at Bixian, Sikongjing started to walk again, weaving through the crowd and walking in the direction of the Wunian Sect...

At the same time, the eyes of everyone in the audience also fell on the girls of the Wunian Sacred Sect...

Bixian, on the other hand, still sat expressionlessly.

The next moment, she replied indifferently to Lu Shan: "That's true... Wangge, you go to battle!"

As soon as the words fell, Sikong Ling's whole body trembled slightly, and then she nodded heavily and stepped out.

She didn't refuse, and she didn't resist!
But at this moment, a Wunian female disciple behind Bixian said: "Senior Sister Bixian, let Wangge, a waste who has not even reached the spiritual martial stage, play in the battle, isn't it clear that he will lose, so it's better not to lose." war."

The No.2 woman also took up the conversation: "Yes, why don't you just admit defeat."

The No.3 woman nodded heavily, and continued: "Anyway, it's no big deal to lose, it's just a battle below the Spiritual Realm, and we'll just win back when we fight."

Following the voices of the two women, Si Kongling stopped slightly.

But she just listened passively and didn't speak, because whether to play or not depends not on her, but on Bixian's meaning.

Bi Xian waved her hand suddenly when she heard the words, preventing the junior sisters from continuing, but looked at Si Kongling.

"Forgetting the song, this battle can only succeed and not fail."

"If you lose, I will cut off one of your arms and send it to Venerable Changqing, and let her know how much her disciple has lost face to the Wunian Sect, and lost to the mortal enemy Beiminghanshan .”

Bixian's words were extremely harsh and austere.

In this regard, Si Kongling's whole body trembled again, and she only had one arm left.

But Si Kongling knew that Bixian definitely did it on purpose, she obviously didn't have to bring her here, she clearly knew that she hadn't even reached the Spiritual Martial Stage, she clearly knew that her coming would definitely embarrass the Sect of Wunian.

But she just brought herself here.

I'm afraid she is not only targeting herself, but also targeting her long-term relationship.

If she wants to use herself to deliberately smack the face of the long-love venerable, maybe she doesn't matter in her eyes, what she thinks is fun is just an excuse, and she is just a tool to attack the long-love line.

To embarrass the Venerable Long Love will achieve the goal. As for his own life and death, who cares?

But for Si Kongling, there was no way out, even if she broke her throat and said "I'm only at the martial arts level, how can I be the opponent of the opponent" and other heartbreaking words, it was all useless.

In the eyes of these ruthless people, no matter how much they yelled, they were just a tool.

Thinking of this, Si Kongling just replied blankly: "Yes, Senior Sister Bixian."

After finishing speaking, she walked towards the direction of the mask without looking back. Sikong Ling also knew very well that it was almost impossible to defeat Lu Shan of Beiminghan Mountain with her strength in the martial arts realm...

But she had no choice but to fight to the death.

At least Venerable Mieqing will not be partial, as long as he fights to the death for the No-Nian Holy Sect, perhaps he can win a little bit of sympathy from Venerable Mieqing, and only then can he continue to live in Wanbing City...

Only if the loss is severe enough, Venerable Mieqing might be able to get back the arm that was destined to be cut off later.

Only then can he go back to the manor to see if Sikong Buwang is still there and if he is his elder brother.

Looking at Si Kongling's firm steps, Bixian couldn't help but feel a slight chill in her eyes. She hated Sikongling's relentless attitude very much. What she wanted to hear was Sikongling's crazy prayer...

But no, Wangge in her eyes is so firm.

(End of this chapter)