C378 (1/2)
”The matchless son Hongling, it seems that you are really presumptuous! Even Sima's people want to kill me. Are you overconfident? ” A loud voice suddenly emerged from the void and reverberated in the rosefinch nest. The speaker is far away from here, but his words come across the void with an indescribable power.
”Si Kong Sheng, the son of Sima's other surname, salutes the third young master!” Sikong Sheng at the moment suddenly calm down, slowly let go of the palm that covers his eyes. He turned slightly and knelt down on one knee towards the void behind him. His face became calm again. After hearing the transmission, he seemed to be reborn.
”Well? Since the hidden things have come, do you still want to show off in front of my son? I'd like to see if it's your speed or my killing sword! ” With a cold hum, Hong Ling directly awakened the power of Yan Huang Emperor's mirror, turning it into flame armor and attaching it to his body. He didn't pay attention to the sound of thousands of miles. Instead, he held a long sword and walked gracefully in the air towards sikongsheng.
”Bold, incomparable son Hongling, three young master condescended to come, how dare you not kneel down to meet? As the Holy Son of Jixia Academy, if you don't pay homage to Sima's arrogance, do you know your sin? ” At the moment, Sikong Sheng suddenly has a solid foundation, and his Qi is surging forward again.
”Are you talking to me?” Hong Ling looked at Sikong Sheng, who was half kneeling in the distance, sneered and flashed suddenly. When he reappeared, he had already crossed a hundred Zhang void and swept away fiercely towards sikongsheng's cheek.
The fury of the Qi force, so that the immortal Tianjiao face startled. He wanted to dodge, but after his eyes were destroyed, his reaction speed was much slower. And those two nails in his eye socket of poison needle, at the moment is still constantly releasing poison, paralyzing his nerves.
Bang! Sikong Sheng's body rolled upside down and flew out, smashing it hard on the ground and hitting it out of a huge crater. He was in a rage at the moment, and suddenly rose from the pit and shot at Hong Ling. In his hands, the jade bone and gold mud folding fan was shining, releasing the power of the fierce destiny law.
”Damned friar of the lower world, the third young master comes here today. I will take your humble life and let you fall here!” Sikong Sheng's whole person is almost crazy. He can't care about other things at the moment, and shoots out from the air. Half of his face was almost smashed by Hongling's foot, and several teeth were lost. At this time, he just rely on instinct, want to fight with the youth.
”By you? A little son of Sima's surname, like a dog, wants to kill me With a sneer, Hong Ling took the sword and was ready to attack again.
”You two don't pay attention to me. Now, as the third son of Sima, I order all of you to stop. What's the proper way to fight and kill in front of me? Especially you, the matchless son Hongling, dare you disobey my will
The words of youth and indifference resounded through the void again, with a trace of unspeakable terrible dignity. In Hongling's perception, he can detect that a group of people are rapidly moving forward in the space tunnel, moving towards this place. And a figure among them, at the moment, slowly coagulates the power of the law of destiny.
”Sima's third son? I'm sorry, I've never heard of it! If you have the ability to stop me from killing sikongsheng, you'd better hurry up. Otherwise, he will be late later, and he may have to collect his body! Even, it may be too late to collect the corpse! ” Hong Ling lightly wiped the sword and attached the power of the fierce dark golden thunder to the sword. When he lifted his long sword, he pointed the edge of the sword to Sikong Shengyi.
”Is that so? The son of Jixia Academy of this generation is really arrogant. It seems that the decline of the school has made you no longer recognize yourself, and feel that Sima can no longer control you, right? Listen to me, Sikong Sheng. Now kneel down and wait for me to come. As for the son of Jixia Academy, you let him do whatever he wants. I want to see if he really dares to kill you
The words of light clouds and gentle breeze came from the void, apparently from the third childe of Nasima family. From this, people can feel that this person seems to have a strong self-confidence, duding Hongling dare not. Of course, he does have this capital. After all, Sima's reputation in the upper world is by no means empty. Unfortunately, the Holy Son of the school is Hongling, the matchless son of the great Chu!
”Yes! Sikong Sheng obeyed the orders of the third childe and never fought back. ” Sikong Sheng at the moment suddenly again on one knee, devoutly kneeling to welcome.
He turned his head to Hongling and said in a cold voice: ”the matchless son Hongling, I will stay here barehanded. Can you kill me? Do you think, in front of the third childe, with your strength, you can do whatever you want? If you kneel now, you have time to repent. I can also ask the childe to be kind, take the initiative to help you take care of the women around you, and let you die happily
A layer of subtle ripples, slowly blooming behind Sikong Sheng. The power of the unspeakable law of the tempestuous destiny is constantly pouring out from the ripples, like the raging tide of the sea, sweeping around. Obviously, there are powerful monks who are using the method of void crossing to rush towards this place. And the horror of the unknown is about to come.”Well, up to now, are you still looking for death! In this case, no matter you sikongsheng or the third son of Sima, don't leave today. Let me show you, I dare not touch your Sima's people! I don't believe it. You can't die! ”
Hong Ling snorted coldly and held the sad sword in his hand. The body burst forward. He doesn't care about the so-called three childe in Sikong Sheng's mouth. Even if the strength of the other side is far above him, the youth will not be afraid of Fenfen.
Hum! Sad God sword body long Ming, in the void draw a dazzling sword mark. The sharp blade, at the moment, takes Sikong Sheng's throat without any stagnation.