Beast God of War

Chapter 1290: Sword Light Shakes, Cold Mountain Shatters
As soon as the knife was released, the entire combat mask instantly buzzed, and frost suddenly covered the mask.

The next moment, a cold breath also appeared.

That was the aura that belonged to Xu Hebei Minghan Mountain, and it also burst out with a heavy "buzz", bringing the cold and dark sword light, and slammed into Sikong Jing's Jueye Ice Dance Knife.

Ow...

Just at this moment, the saber in Sikong Jing's hand seemed to burst out the sound of howling wolves, and then, in the battle mask that seemed to be filled with ice and snow, the shadow of a wild wolf suddenly appeared.

In just a moment, it shredded the surrounding chill.

The audience was silent at this moment, and in the eyes of everyone, the shadow of the wolf had already rushed towards the cold core.

That is to say, he rushed towards Xu He with great momentum.

"Beiming Mountain Boom..."

The next moment, Xu He's voice exploded, and an iceberg seemed to appear in the sky above the wolf, and then crushed the wolf shadow heavily.

The mad wolf shattered like a phantom...

However, the puffing ice and snow re-condensed into a new wolf shadow, and the wolf shadow turned into a thousand, like a thousand knives...

Boom boom boom...

Xu He's Beiming Mountain was cut to pieces by the knife shadow, and Xu He's figure reappeared.

The latter's face has become extremely dignified, but the fighting spirit is boiling.

The sword in Xu He's hand also turned into a thousand swords, jingling and crazily exchanged with the mad wolf thousand swords, because it was inside the battle mask, so the space was limited, so the two could only compete to see who was faster...

On one side is the domineering wolf, on the other side is the cold sword, which makes people dizzy for a while.

Some of the weaker ones present couldn't see through the mask at all, but they were only shocked.

As for the four venerables outside, of course they could see clearly.

Venerable Mieqing clenched his fist unconsciously, but this time he was not angry, but extremely excited.

"It's really a martial arts realm, what a terrifying martial arts realm!" Mieqing's old friend Venerable muttered to himself.

Beside, the Venerable of the Lanhu Holy Church spoke hoarsely.

"Great, great..."

"Although he is only at the Martial Arts Realm, the fact that the Spiritual Shadow has reached the Realm of Shadow Realm proves that he must have opened up the Sea of ​​Consciousness of the Spirit Platform in advance, and it must have been opened at the Extraordinary Realm."

"At the same time, he has already integrated his spirit and martial arts. With such combat power, he may have integrated his spiritual and martial arts at the soul-reversing state."

In the last sentence, if the whole body of the other three venerables were shaken, and the spirit and martial arts could be fused together, what a genius.

Immediately afterwards, the venerable of the Lanhu Holy Church suddenly said: "Honorable Mieqing, this male disciple of your long-term relationship is simply too special and really enviable. Next, let's take a look at his physical strength." gone."

The old friend Venerable said: "If the combat body level is high enough, the future is limitless."

Upon hearing the words, Venerable Mieqing still stared at Sikong Jing with intense anticipation in his heart.

As long as this Sikong Buwang's battle body is ferocious enough and its grade is high enough, he will win, and defeating the mortal enemy disciple at the peak of the Spiritual Realm with the Battle Martial Realm is enough to make him brag for a lifetime.

What's more, the Venerable of Lanhu Temple is right.

He is so special, this is almost the first non-feminine male disciple that appeared in the history of Wunian Sect, but his aura of ecstasy and forgetfulness is pure to the extreme.

I don't know, does Venerable Changqing know of the existence of this little handyman disciple?

If she doesn't know, can she snatch it?
Venerable Mieqing, that is super exciting!
Just when Venerable Mieqing's heart was surging, the Venerable Cold Cave beside him had already lost his previous good mood. He suddenly thought of something, and he growled in a low voice: "Mieqing, don't be too happy too soon. A child is not a combat body."

As soon as these words came out, the two venerables looked over unexpectedly...

At the same time, Venerable Mieqing who was in a good mood replied coldly: "Nonsense."

She didn't believe it at all...

"Hmph, it seems that you, Mieqing, don't know this kid better than I do. I, Junior Brother Hanhun, have watched his battles a long time ago, clearly."

"What's more, if he has a battle body, will he be just a small handyman?"

As soon as Venerable Handong said these two words, Venerable Mieqing immediately became nervous again.

That's right, if it was a battle body, Sikong Buwang would have been poached long ago, so why would he be a small handyman without a name.

But such a terrifying combat power is not a combat body, so it can't be justified.

"Xu He, the power of the battle body has exploded." Just at this moment, the venerable of the Lanhu Temple roared.

Hearing this, Venerable Mieqing hurriedly looked at Sikong Jing, staring at him firmly.

At the same time, all the geniuses in the venue were staring at Sikong Jing, wanting to see what kind of combat power he possessed. He had to break out in combat to have a chance of winning and to be truly remembered by everyone.

Inside the battle mask, Xu He's whole body was full of fighting spirit, and he shouted coldly: "Sikong does not forget, let's break out the battle body, otherwise you will definitely not be able to resist a hundred moves under my seventh-rank cold sword peak battle body."

Just like before, everyone didn't believe what Lu Shan said at all, that is, they didn't believe that Sikong Jing was not a combat body.

At this moment, Xu He's whole body was full of zhenqi, and there were many sword-like glows flowing on his skin, and it was like mountains that made people extremely cold, depressing and suffocating.

This is, his seventh-grade cold sword peak combat body.

But Sikong Jing remained motionless, still holding the saber in his hand.

He didn't answer Zhan Ti's question, but said: "Can't resist a hundred moves? Xu He, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

After the words fell, there was still no explosion of combat power, but the aura of the Jueye Wolf King on Sikong Jing became stronger and stronger, as if the whole person had transformed into a wolf king, as if the entire mask was filled with the terrifying pressure of the wolf king .

But no matter how he erupts, there is no combat power.

So Xu He said angrily: "Are you looking down on me? If you don't explode your combat power, you will lose."

Sikong Jing still didn't explain, because it's useless to explain that he's not a battle body, it's more useful to blow it up directly... The true energy in his body poured into the meridians of Jueye Wolf King, and the beast's heart was beating continuously to give blessings .

A seventh-rank combat body plus the peak of the Spiritual Realm is not so easy to win.

What's more, now that Sikong Jing is Sikong Buwang, all he can use is the aura of Jueye Wolf King, that is, he must show the pure aura of forgetting love...

Therefore, he began to use his animal heart to enter the meridians of the wolf king, and then shouted: "Crit attack, Jueye Langfeng!"

With the blessing of the beast heart, hit a critical strike.

But Xu He felt the terror of Sikong Jing, and without saying a word, he used the power of his combat body to bless him, and shot out a terrifying sword glow.

Boom boom boom...

When swords and swords meet, the battle mask is buzzing again, as if the terrifying chill is about to overflow the mask, so people can't bear to blink to stare at the battle situation inside, and what they see is still evenly matched.

On one side is a wolf like a beast like a madman, and on the other side is the cold and terrifying Juefeng sword glow...

However, with the passage of time, the sword light became stronger and stronger, and the howl of the wolf became clearer and clearer. On the contrary, the sword light became weaker and weaker, and the cold peak seemed to be hidden in the ice cloud and was about to disappear.

After half an hour...

The sword light shakes, the cold mountain shatters, and the frost disperses!
The geniuses in the venue and the four venerables outside all stared fixedly, because the result had come out at this moment, and in the eyes of everyone, Sikong did not forget, and he had already put the saber on Xu He's neck.

(End of this chapter)