The moment he finished speaking, Sikong Jing changed, as if he had become the person he was when he was possessed.
The hands turned into claws, and the true energy of the Emperor's Prison Breaking Technique condensed on the ten fingers, and instantly turned into the claws of the Black Refined Dark Hook Dragon.
Finally, they were culled out.
The dark and thick aura collided hard with the wind on the opposite side.
Then, Sikong Jing kept shuttling around Qian Jingfu like lightning, bang bang bang bang...
The sound of heavy impact echoed throughout the Wulong Palace.
Then the violent wind rolled up, trying to swallow up the dark demon dragon.
But it didn't work. Sikong Jing, who was as dark as a dark dragon, was too fast. He suddenly jumped out of the wind, and the claws of darkness kept tearing at Qian Jingfu's wind. It was extremely powerful!
At this time, the only man who had not been beaten by Sikong Jing supported Feng Yun and another man to stand on the same spot, and said stupidly: "Are you kidding? The Zuilongshan student in the martial arts realm is tied with Qian Shao?"
At the same time, an equally dark and slender figure stood in front of a pillar, with a stunned look on his face!
She is naturally a woman in a black dress.
Originally, she was too lazy to pay attention to the battle here, but she suddenly sensed the aura of the Black Refined Dark Gou Dragon, so she quickly flashed over to take a look, and now she actually saw Sikong Jing transformed into a dragon.
Moreover, it was the Black Refined Dark Goulong that she had not been able to understand for a long time. There was only one sentence in her heart... How could it be possible?
"Wow!"
Just when everyone was shocked, a muffled groan came from both sides of the battle, and then a figure flew out heavily.
It is Qian Jingfu.
There was blood at the corner of his mouth, and he took a dozen steps back before stopping.
At the same time, Sikong Jing also landed. The black claws on his hands had disappeared and were still trembling slightly.
"The inner palace students are really powerful, but it's a pity that I have only created two moves of the Dark Refining Hook Claw, otherwise I could have won more happily." Sikong Jing stared at Qian Jingfu and spoke, with a new understanding of the inner palace students in his heart.
They are very strong at the same level, many times stronger than ordinary guards.
Beating ten ordinary students at the same level is not a joke.
Qian Jingfu stared hard at Sikong Jing. He, a dignified inner palace student, had actually been defeated at the hands of a young martial arts student from Zuilong Mountain. If he told this, he might be expelled from the inner palace.
But this time he confirmed that Sikong Jing did not have an innate treasure. He was a terrifying martial arts genius.
Cluck cluck...
Teeth chattering loudly, Qian Jingfu took out the folding fan in vain. Waves of power rolled in the white moon fan, and then he said: "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to make your life worse than death."
No matter how pretentious the White Moon Fan is, it is still an innate treasure that can be blessed with strong power.
Sikong Jing curled his lips, and a folding fan also appeared in his hand, and said with a smile: "Bai Yue Fan? You are not the only one who has it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Jingfu's whole body trembled, and then he was dumbfounded.
He was confident that he could kill Sikong Jing with the White Moon Fan, but only if the opponent had no innate treasures. But what the hell, he actually took out the White Moon Fan that was exactly the same as his own. How could he kill him?
Of course Qian Jingfu didn't know that Sikong Jing's White Moon Fan was taken from his Qian family.
As Ning Jingjing said, the White Moon Fans are produced by Wanbao Pavilion, and there are dozens of them.
Gradually, Qian Jingfu's face turned red, he pointed at Sikong Jing and shouted: "Let's go up together and destroy him."
Now only the four of them can join forces to kill Sikong Jing.
"That's enough. Wulong Palace is not a place for you to fight and fight. You have to fight outside."
At this moment, a cold voice sounded, and a figure in a black dress slowly walked out from between the pillars.
After finishing his words, Qian Jingfu and others looked over coldly.
Feng Yun shouted coldly: "Where did you come from, you little bitch? You dare to interfere with Qian Shao's affairs? Get out of here."
Snap!
The next moment, the woman in the black skirt disappeared on the spot, and slapped Feng Yun away. Then she turned into black smoke and chased after her. After lifting her back, a cold and dark voice sounded: "What did you just call me?"
Qian Jingfu and others were immediately stunned. This was too strong, and they couldn't see her speed clearly.
But Feng Yun still yelled crazily: "I called you a little bitch, what's wrong?"
"My father is Lu Kuangsheng, the mentor of Fenglong Mountain. If you don't let me go, believe it or not, I will call my father here?"
Snap!
Another slap was slapped on Feng Yun's face: "Very good, go back and ask your father to come to Anlong Mountain to find me. My name is Baili Que."
After saying that, he threw Feng Yun heavily to the ground.
Then Baili Que, a woman in a black dress, looked at Qian Jingfu and asked, "I can't take care of your Qian Shao's affairs, right?"
thump……
The next moment, a man knelt down on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "Senior Sister Baili, of course you can take care of our Qian Shao's affairs. Let's get out now, get out right away..."
After saying that, the man frantically grabbed Qian Jinghu and ran away.
The remaining man who was seriously injured by Sikong Jing's punch kept trembling his lips, and then pointed at Feng Yun on the ground and said: "Senior Sister Baili, I have nothing to do with her, so I'll get out too."
All of a sudden, he rolled and crawled away.
Feng Yun sat on the ground stupidly, and finally ran away, screaming strangely.
Sikong Jing stared at Feng Yun's back and thought of Lu Fenglan in the mission hall. This should be her sister, right?
The corners of their mouths couldn't help but twitch slightly as they mourned for their mentor and father.
However, there seems to be nothing to be pitiful about if a woman fails to teach her father.
His eyes quietly moved towards the woman in the black skirt. Sikong Jing returned to the pillar without any expression and sat down cross-legged again. He had nothing to say to this bastard.
When Baili Que saw this, he opened his mouth, and his whole face began to change, sometimes green, sometimes red, and sometimes white.
She thought of what she had said to Sikong Jing before... that he didn't understand anything, where did he get his confidence, and that he was wasting the resources of the Holy Dragon Palace by entering the Wulong Palace.
But what he had just now was the aura of the Black Refined Dark Goulong.
Moreover, the combat skill he just used was to transform into the Black Refined Dark Goulong.
He really gained something, he must have understood the core power of the Black Refined Dark Goulong, but he still gained nothing. It seems that he should go over and ask him for advice, but how should he ask?
After all, Bailit couldn't help blurting out: "I helped you, shouldn't you say something?"
Sikong Jing opened his eyes and replied expressionlessly: "Do you think they can beat me if they come together?"
Just after Qian Jingfu called for them to come together, Baili Que stopped him with words.
But in fact, Sikong Jing didn't need her help at all.
He was once an invincible general, and he faced thousands of troops. The four of them working together were no different than Qian Jingfu alone.
Even if Baili Que didn't take action, he could still blast them out of Wulong Palace.
Now it's a bit ridiculous for Bailitiao to use this matter to claim credit...
Sikong Jing had no interest in communicating with someone like this who didn't know anything but thought others were inferior.
In an instant, Baili Que was speechless and her whole face turned red.
Then she took another deep breath, gritted her teeth and said, "I spoke a bit too harshly before. I shouldn't say that you don't understand anything. I am Baili Que, the chief inner palace student of Dark Dragon Mountain. I, I...
"
She couldn't continue talking. She had never apologized or begged anyone.
Suddenly, Sikong Jing interrupted: "Twenty million points."