Chapter 1137: Chapter 1137: My Emperor’s Artifact Isn’t So Easy to Take
Chen Er widened his eyes, sensing that Sikong Jing’s True Qi power was only at the First Realm of Martial Battle, yet terrifying beyond asure.
Not daring to be negligent, he swept his sword light horizontally!
At the sa ti, the originally indifferent face of the Three Beauties slightly opened its eyes, showing a hint of surprise.
On the hillside, Ah Xie was frantically running, but when he felt the power from the top of the hill, he couldn’t help but look back. What he saw was the Wind Roll being scattered, with Iron Wing feathers like flying shuttle Sword Flow.
But imdiately, Ah Xie’s view was blocked by a figure, which was the reinforcent from Refining Copper Manor chasing from behind.
He laughed aloud: “Still have the mind to watch the battle? Stop for .”
Ah Xie’s whole body trembled violently and then continued to run wildly downhill as if his life depended on it.
But his whole body was ice-cold, he felt the Martial Battle Realm reinforcents from the Refining Copper Manor getting closer… Although they were in the sa realm, the latter was an external reinforcent, a genius from the middle-rank Emperor-grade forces of Refining Copper Mountain.
He couldn’t possibly win, probably couldn’t even withstand three moves.
At this mont, Ah Xie gritted his teeth and channeled his entire True Qi into his legs, but a stream of True Qi had already reached his heart.
Just as he had said to Sikong Jing earlier, if he couldn’t escape, he would commit suicide on the spot.
On the mountain, Chen Er’s sword light fiercely collided with Sikong Jing’s Iron Wing Flying Spear Dance.
With a bang, it exploded and shot skyward.
At this mont, Chen Er was forced to step back three steps, while Sikong Jing landed gracefully from the sky, expressionless.
After three steps, Chen Er stopped.
He couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise: “How is it possible? You didn’t use the Emperor’s Artifact’s power?”
Chen Er still believed that Sikong Jing’s strength lay in possessing an Emperor’s Artifact, but just now it seed to be just Sikong Jing’s own power?
But this was absolutely impossible; the East Dominator Kid wasn’t even at the Peak of the Martial Battle Realm, rely at the First Realm of Martial Battle.
Sikong Jing shrugged and replied: “Could it be that my Emperor’s Artifact is for enhancing True Qi?”
Yao Yulou certainly didn’t lend him any Emperor’s Artifact, it was still purely a fabricated excuse by Duanmu Chun to conceal Sikong Jing’s Spirit and Martial Fusion, but previously the Shiyu Comrce spy incidentally passed it to Pei Feishan…
Coincidentally, Yao Yulou couldn’t reveal the truth and had to continue fabricating along with this excuse.
Coincidentally, Pei Fenyi actually believed this excuse.
So on it went, and now everyone thought Sikong Jing possessed an Emperor’s Artifact.
And Sikong Jing certainly wouldn’t explain; if that’s what they wanted to believe, let them continue being self-righteous.
Upon hearing Sikong Jing’s explanation, Chen Er was enlightened and said: “So that’s it, this Emperor’s Artifact is remarkable, able to enhance you to the extent of contending with ; this Emperor’s Artifact must belong to… Senior Sister Three Beauties.”
Originally, Chen Er intended to say the Emperor’s Artifact was his, but imdiately thought of the Wunian Disciple Three Beauties behind him and had to helplessly change his words.
After speaking, Chen Er continued to charge forward.
Sikong Jing took a deep breath, gripped the spear, and launched again, still the Iron Wing Sky Flying Spear… and at this mont, he had already judged Chen Er’s combat strength, although it was comparable to Weng Ting in realm and combat body grade.
Yet he was slightly weaker than Weng Ting.
If it were still only at the Peak of Reverse Soul Realm, Sikong Jing naturally wouldn’t have a hundred percent certainty of victory, but now he did.
So the long spear in Sikong Jing’s hands continuously thundered out, as if a roaring Iron Winged Divine Vulture soared fiercely in the sky, anwhile the Iron Winged Divine Vulture ridian within, yet to be fully constructed, started to slide forward incessantly…
Like strands of complex threads constantly creeping forward, trying to form a complete pattern.
Roar!
Suddenly, the Iron Winged Divine Vulture Gun Light roared, and at so unknown ti Sikong Jing was already positioned above Chen Er’s head in mid-air.
Then, he rushed down directly.
He was like a huge Iron Winged Divine Vulture, aggressively preying upon Chen Er below.
Chen Er widened his eyes, feeling the power of Iron Winged Divine Vulture Gun Light, not daring to neglectfully strike up with his sword, creating Wind Roll Dust.
From a distance, it looked like Iron Winged Divine Vulture flashing with lightning collided with the massive Wind Roll Dust, one above, one below, creating a circular shockwave in the air…
However, after rely holding for a few breaths, Chen Er suddenly roared: “Damn it, impossible!”
Unexpectedly, he couldn’t help but shout angrily, for his sword started trembling, the Wind Roll he unleashed began to tear apart.
And he still continuously forced True Qi into the Wind Roll, yet it was useless.
Still, there was a feeling of being unable to resist.
In the air, the Iron Winged Divine Vulture Gun Light, pressing down from above, was also gradually overpowering.
After a few breaths of stalemate, the Wind Roll finally tore into fragnts…
Simultaneously, the Iron Winged Divine Vulture Gun Light that broke through everything sped up violently, directly aiming at Chen Er’s head.
Around the mountain, due to the intense Spiritual Platform Sea Power emanating from their battle, strands of Spiritual Shadow were approaching, numbering in the hundreds. They floated close, twisting their figures.
As if they were anticipating the mont when Chen Er would be crushed by the Gun Light.
Boom…
Finally, the Gun Light arrived, the sharp beak of the Iron Winged Divine Vulture like a spear tip capable of tearing apart everything, incredibly sharp.
Chen Er no longer had ti to move, seeing this, he could only swing out his sword tip to resist against the spear tip, True Qi inside his body erupted once more.
Yet beneath his feet, it sounded with a blast, the earth unexpectedly began to sink slightly.
After two breaths, Sikong Jing’s Gun Light finally dissipated.
And beneath Chen Er’s feet, a semicircular giant pit had ford, with Chen Er located at the center of the pit, his legs deeply embedded in the soil up to his thighs, blood continually seeping from the corners of his mouth.
His sword still pointed upward, yet constantly trembled.
The clothes on his arms had long vanished, leaving only a blood-soaked hand.
All of this proved he was defeated, and defeated terribly.
At this mont, Sikong Jing landed gracefully on the branches of an ancient dead tree, panting slightly, yet looking down and said to Chen Er: “My Emperor’s Artifact isn’t that easy to take. Now I’ll send you to et your end.”
After speaking, Sikong Jing pointed his long spear at Chen Er again, his intent to kill boiling.
“Wow…”
Chen Er seed to be intimidated by the Gun Light, a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out frantically, clearly he was severely injured by the shock.
His face was full of fear, wanting to move back, but his legs felt like lead, completely immobile, he could only desperately glance at the nearby Three Beauties.
But before Sikong Jing could strike, before Chen Er could cry for help…
From the foot of the mountain ca the sudden laughter of Refining Copper Mountain reinforcents: “Weng Family’s little weak chicken, let’s see where you can run now.”
Sikong Jing froze in his murderous intent upon hearing, lifted his head again, and stared carefully.
At this mont, Ah Xie was already close to the foot of the mountain, yet he was suddenly enveloped in a powerful burst of True Qi from Refining Copper Manor reinforcents.
Then he could progress no further.
Not moving at all, Ah Xie’s face was filled with misery as he looked towards the mountain and shouted: “Sikong Genius, I go ahead now!”
After saying this, he was about to ignite the True Qi within his heart…
But just then, Sikong Jing’s voice echoed softly: “Ah Xie, despair is still far away.”
Paused for a mont, Sikong Jing’s voice then echoed loudly to the foot of the mountain: “Refining Copper Manor reinforcents, take my spear!”
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