Beast God of War

Chapter 1557 Shocking the world, forcibly controlling the emperor's martial arts period
The onlookers looked at each other. They stared at Pei Fei'e who suddenly appeared, and then at Sikong Jing who was still leaning against the gatepost in the yard. Could he survive this time?
After he falls into Pei Fei'e's hands, do you want to join hands to snatch people and treasures?
But now Sikong Jing is very strange, Pei Fei'e has already appeared, why is he still sitting still?
Is he not afraid of death, or is he ready to accept his fate because he feels that it is impossible to resist?
boom……

Just when the eyes of the onlookers were uncertain, Pei Fei'e burst out a strong breath and blasted at Sikong Jing who was still sitting.

That coercion shocked the onlookers back...

But the strange thing was that Sikong Jing still sat still, completely ignoring Pei Fei'e's berserk aura.

Finally, as Pei Fei'e approached step by step, Sikong Jing got up. He gently held the Ba Zhanwang Halberd and greeted the former's breath expressionlessly. He completely ignored the third peak of the Emperor Martial Stage. coercion.

"Sikong little bastard, no matter how you pretend now, you will surely die."

"Give me...die!"

From Pei Fei'e's point of view, Sikong Jing is just pretending to be calm.

And he didn't have anything to say to Sikong Jing at all, he was as crazy as he didn't think about anything else, now he just wanted to... kill, kill, kill.

As soon as his words fell, a violent punch was blasted out of his hand.

At this moment, the clouds covered the sun, and the strength of his fist hit Sikong Jing like a supernatural power.

The people around me retreated again and again...

In the sky, the hearts of Duanmu Chun, Cang Lin and others have already reached their throats.

Gong Ying and other Dongba's cronies had distorted faces, and murmured: "Go to die, go to die quickly!"

With a bang, Sikong Jing was completely submerged in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, it slammed hard on the courtyard behind Sikong Jing, the courtyard was smashed into pieces under the force of the fist, and the power of the fist swept across.

In an instant, it collided with the formation of Dongba Bieyuan behind the courtyard again, and it was shattered into nothing!

In the end, only the strong smell of zhenqi remained in the air.

Everyone didn't blink their eyes, their gazes were fixed on Sikong Jing's original position... The courtyard was gone, only a battle flag connected to the formation was left, which was still planted on the ground and fluttered in the wind.

Sikong Jing was gone, everyone's eyes moved to the location of Dongba's other courtyard behind, but they still couldn't find Sikong Jing.

"Did he be smashed into scum directly by the punch?" Someone said in a low voice, his eyes still unblinking.

Someone nodded and replied, "Of course it's scum. No one in the Lingwu stage can stop Pei Fei'e's power."

But there were also people who shook their heads frantically and said, "No, even if Sikong Jing is blown to pieces, his Ultimate Emperor Armament must still be there."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked, and frantically searched for Sikong Jing.

"He's up there..."

Finally someone exclaimed, and all of them looked up together.

Seeing Sikong Jing floating above the original courtyard out of thin air, he was still holding the Ba Zhan Wang Halberd, and his face still had no expression.

"He actually avoided it. He wasn't overwhelmed by Pei Fei'e's terrifying spirit altar power."

"How can it be done? When the Lingwu stage encounters the coercion of the emperor and the power of the Lingtai, it can't even move."

Everyone around screamed in surprise, but they didn't know that Sikong Jing's spirit had reached the powerful Heavenly King Realm, and he was a peerless existence with twin spirits, and more importantly... the Lord of Beasts could ignore any coercion!
At this time, Pei Fei'e also found out about Sikong Jing.

He laughed grimly and said, "So what if you dodge it once? You can't dodge it the second time, and then I will hit you with ten thousand punches..."

After finishing speaking, Pei Fei'e locked onto Sikong Jing again, his fists filled with true energy.

But at this moment, there was a "buzz" under Sikong Jing's feet, and incomparably complicated jet-black soldier patterns floated out, and the soldier patterns landed on the surrounding onlookers in an instant, and they all froze.

"Bingshazhen? What does he want to do?"

"He even connected us with the soldier pattern, is he trying to control us by force?"

"It's ridiculous, how can we let him control it?"

"Damn, I can't control my own true anger."

Waves of voices resounded among the onlookers, from the suspicion at the beginning of Sikong Jing's military killing pattern, to the sneer at Sikong Jing when he connected them with the military pattern, to the last sentence...

That is to say, among the onlookers, some people could no longer control their true anger.

Because their true qi has been forcibly manipulated!

And following the voices that couldn't control his true energy, Sikong Jing finally opened his mouth slowly in the air: "Forcibly control the troops, the Tyrannical Soul Hundred Emperor Wuqi soldiers kill the formation, the dark wings and black burning sword shape... kill!"

boom……

When Pei Fei'e launched ten thousand fists and bombarded him, trying to lock down all the directions that Sikong Jing could avoid, Sikong Jing's soldier pattern had already drawn out the true energy of the hundreds of ordinary emperor martial masters around him who were forcibly controlled by him...

Then, a terrifying and huge dark pterosaur sculpture evolved in front of him.

The dragon eagle turned into a burning black sword in an instant, and with burning wings, it ruthlessly threw itself at the incoming Wan Fist.

Dark wing sword shape, passing through...

Thousands of fists collapsed in an instant, but the shape of the dark wing sword did not disperse. It was the strength of hundreds of emperors!
After passing through the ten thousand punches, the flaming dark-winged sword passed through Pei Fei'e's body again, and finally stopped behind Pei Fei'e and disappeared. Pei Fei'e's expression also froze at this moment.

Then... ah!

A scream rose into the sky, his body burned crazily, and the burning stopped after only three breaths.

Finally, the body was completely reduced to ashes and scattered on the ground.

bang bang bang...

The moment Pei Fei'e was completely reduced to ashes, the soldier patterns under Sikong Jing's feet also broke apart in an instant, and it was the masters around him who finally broke free from the shackles of Sikong Jing's soldier patterns.

puff……

At this moment, Sikong Jing, who was still standing in the air, spat out a mouthful of blood lightly.

Afterwards, he reached out to wipe the corner of his mouth and looked at the onlookers at his feet, and said with a smile: "It seems that I can only forcefully control the soldiers for a short while, and after you break free, I will be backlashed with strength, and I have suffered some internal injuries .”

Sikong Jing's voice fell on the ears of all the onlookers with incomparable clarity.

At this moment, the whole place was dead silent.

Many people's minds are confused, but one thing is very clear, just now Sikong Jing forcibly controlled the hundreds of Emperor Wuqi among them, and formed a tyrant of the Emperor Wu level.

And he could only forcefully control it for a short while, and he was broken free by a hundred emperors in the blink of an eye, but it was enough.

He had already killed Pei Fei'an, who was almost invincible.

"Treating the masters of the Emperor Martial Stage as soldiers to forcibly control them, I am going crazy."

"It doesn't matter if he can forcibly control the soldiers, but he can also forcibly control the Emperor Martial Stage. Is this something that humans can do?"

The above are the thoughts of those onlookers who are not forcibly controlled...

"How the hell am I being controlled by a kid in the Lingwu period as a soldier, and I was forcibly controlled by two breaths?"

"Is it because I was not prepared just now, or will I be controlled even if I am prepared?"

The above is the idea of ​​a hundred controlled Emperor Wuqi, they feel very insulted.

It doesn't matter if the dignified emperor can't beat others, he is still treated as a soldier, and he will be laughed out of his teeth if he talks about it.

(End of this chapter)