The next moment, Qin Heng and all the personnel from the Long Night Holy Dragon Palace flew over on demonic dragons.
In the blink of an eye, Mo Ci was surrounded from top to bottom. Everyone was in a panic, but now their faces were full of excitement and fighting spirit. They had won the Long Night Holy Dragon Palace.
Moci floated in mid-air stupidly, sweeping over everyone around him, his whole body trembling.
At this time, Sikong Jing took Su Yuexi and landed on the back of a demon dragon, and came to Shen Qingye and Tan Yue.
He turned his head, looked at Mo Ci quietly, and said: "Master of the Wangyou Sect, thank you for saving my sister's life back then. Now that we have been captured, let's have a good talk and I will give you a way to survive."
Back then, it was indeed because of Mo Ci's passing that my sister Sikong Ling came back to life.
But now, sister Si Kong Ling's problem must be solved as soon as possible. Si Kong Jing really wants the brother and sister to recognize each other as soon as possible. He really can't bear to see his sister looking sad, heartless and helpless now.
Therefore, it is very necessary to discuss terms with Mo Ci and get more of her understanding of "The Art of Forgetting Love" from her.
However, Mo Ci looked back at him coldly and suddenly shouted: "You are not qualified to talk to me."
As she spoke, she swept towards the people in the Holy Dragon Palace around her and shouted: "Changye Holy Dragon Palace, just wait, I will destroy you all."
After saying that, Mo Ci's entire body flashed with intense ice-colored light.
Suddenly, it turned into a ray, knocked away the people surrounding her, flew out, and slammed into the holy dragon formation.
Everyone in the Holy Dragon Palace was stunned, Mo Ci could still rush out.
Sikong Jing's face darkened, and he said expressionlessly: "Palace Master Shen, Master Tan, we cannot let Mo Ci escape easily. Even if we cannot trap her, we must seriously injure her. We at the Long Night Sacred Dragon Palace need time to become stronger."
Upon hearing this, the two of them fired sword after sword in the direction Mo Ci was escaping from without hesitation.
At this time, Mo Ci also happened to run into the Holy Dragon Formation, but she did not break through the formation immediately, so the swords of the two hit her vest accurately, causing her to spurt blood. Got out.
"You bastards, I will never let you go." Mo Ci couldn't help but roar loudly, blasting the Holy Dragon Formation with all his strength.
The next moment, all the people from the Holy Dragon Palace and the demon dragons attacked Mo Ci... boom boom boom!
"Ahhhhh..."
Mo Ci roared again and again, and finally with a "bang", she shattered the holy dragon formation and rushed out.
Floating far away in mid-air, he glanced at everyone in the Holy Dragon Palace with a pale face: "If I don't avenge this revenge, I will be indifferent..."
Before he finished speaking, Sikong Jing interrupted again in vain: "Mo Ci, Ling'er will be taken care of by you... As I said, I definitely don't want her to die because of her failure. You and I agree on this point. "
Sikong Jing knew very well that since Mo Ci had escaped, he would not be able to catch up.
He felt regretful, but this was what he had expected. It was not easy to win over the leaders of the seven sects and five sects.
"I also hope that you can find a way to hide my existence from Ling'er."
"At the same time, I hope that you'd better not attack my Changye Shenglong Palace again without being prepared. I'm afraid that Ling'er might accidentally overhear something because of the excessive talk."
Sikong Jing's tone seemed calm, as if he was stating a small matter.
But...poof!
Mo Ci couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood, and her whole body was shaking with anger.
She knew that Sikong Jing was threatening, but what he said was the truth. The Long Night Holy Dragon Palace was beyond her expectation, and it would be very dangerous to attack rashly without being fully prepared.
Just like today, she is the only one left to come back alive.
Of course, if the entire Wangyou Sect mobilizes, it will not be difficult to destroy the Long Night Holy Dragon Palace, but if the entire Wangyou Sect mobilizes to conceal Wangge, it will be almost impossible.
As long as Wang Ge hears some news about her brother, there is a danger of breaking the news.
Thinking of this, Mo Ci stared at Sikong Jing with cold eyes and said fiercely: "You'd better hide deeper."
After saying that, he turned around and flashed...
The meaning is obvious. She may not attack the Long Night Holy Dragon Palace, but she can find a way to attack Sikong Jing himself. I am afraid that she will send strong men to keep an eye on the Long Night Holy Dragon Palace secretly...
As long as Sikong Jing places an order, he will win it directly.
At this time, Sikong Jing shouted again: "Mo Ci, don't let Ling'er see the Dongyuan Thousand Tyrants List, remember?"
puff……
Mo Ci spat out another mouthful of blood from afar. She felt extremely aggrieved. If possible, she really wanted to kill Wangge directly, but she couldn't. That was the future and hope of the Wangyou Sect.
With Mo Ci's complete departure, the Long Night Holy Dragon Palace gradually calmed down.
Then... an uproar broke out.
Shi Tingxuan stood on top of the demon dragon and shouted loudly: "We won, we actually defeated the Wangyou Sect, we actually killed so many strong men of the Wangyou Sect, and forced the Wangyou Devil to vomit blood and run away."
"Damn it, the Long Night Holy Dragon Palace is mighty, the Long Night Holy Dragon Palace is domineering."
"UuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuusuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuWe actually won. His grandma, I want to fuck the Holy Dragon Head Academy now, so I just do it!"
The entire Long Night Holy Dragon Palace was boiling. Each instructor lost their original dignity and hugged the students. The apprentices sat on the back of the demon dragon and gently wiped their tears.
It was absolutely right to choose Changye Sacred Dragon Palace.
Xu He and Ge Rong told the surrounding students that Sikong Jing was from their Dahe Association, and they were full of pride.
The demonic dragons looked up to the sky and roared, venting their joy.
Qin Heng and others were in tears. They originally thought that the Long Night Sacred Dragon Palace was doomed today, but unexpectedly it turned out to be the other way around. Sikong Jing was so awesome, and it was he who turned the tide of the battle around.
After this battle, the Long Night Holy Dragon Palace will be more than twice as powerful, full of confidence, and full of fighting spirit.
The Wangyou Sect is one of the seven sects, five sects, and three schools, and it is also the most feared existence.
The meaning of winning is much greater than driving away the Changye Xingluo Palace.
Finally, Qin Heng and others looked at Sikong Jing, and then at the 200,000 glorious soldiers of the Dark Wing Battalion. If he hadn't brought these soldiers, there would still be no chance of winning this battle.
The big-headed soldier who was looked down upon by many strong men in the sect could display terrifying power in the hands of Sikong Jing.
Every command given just now shocked Qin Heng and others.
Sikong Jing breathed out softly, looked at the excited crowd around him and sighed: "Palace Master Shen, Deputy Palace Master Qin, this matter is still because of me. I am the one who has implicated the Long Night Sacred Dragon Palace."
Although he won, blood and lives were left behind, which made Sikong Jing feel uncomfortable.
Over there, Shen Qingye was still a little confused about this battle, but Qin Heng waved his hand and his face straightened.
"No, if you want to live with a backbone in the Long Night Holy Dragon Palace, you must go through this, otherwise you will always be as humble as a dog."
"And humble dogs rarely end well."
"Just like the life-and-death battle with Changye Xingluo Palace a month ago, the Holy Dragon Academy was almost sacrificed for profit. Many people present at that time had already died once."
Following Qin Heng's words, Huo Yanmei and others nodded heavily. No one would blame Sikong Jing.