Chapter 1260: The Sikong Family

bang... bang... bang...

One after another raging Yuan force, shot out quickly.

These dozens of warriors are actually killers as soon as they make a move.

"Looking for death." Xiao Yi's eyes became cold, and a sword energy condensed out of his fingertips.

In his perception, this is just a group of mere Saint Realm warriors, and the few strong ones are just Saint King Realm.

whoosh…

The sword energy flashed past, and the Yuan force that came from the raging was all smashed.

Afterwards, the power of the sword qi continued unabated, and the sharp aura made the dozens of warriors look flustered.

"Hmph." The old man snorted coldly, dodged and blocked the sword energy.

With a heavy palm, the sword qi was easily dissipated.

"The sixth level of the Holy King's Realm, how strong is that?" The old man narrowed his eyes and stared at Xiao Yi coldly.

Looking at his palm again, a sword mark appeared impressively.

Obviously, even if he dispelled Xiao Yi's sword qi, he was not feeling well.

If he knew that it was just Xiao Yi's random sword qi, he wondered if he would dare to be so tough.

"Martial Emperor?" Xiao Yi glanced at the old man and didn't care.

In his perception, the old man's cultivation has reached the second level of the Holy Emperor Realm.

"It seems that the treasures in the ruins were indeed obtained by you." The old man stared at Xiao Yi, and the murderous intent was awe-inspiring in his sinister eyes.

In the eyes of the old man, a mere 6th-level Saint King Realm can exert such strength, and even he, a strong Saint King Realm, was almost injured, and he must be carrying a lot of treasure.

And it is an ancient treasure in the ruins.

"Which martial artist are you from?" Xiao Yi didn't care about the old man's gaze, but asked coldly.

"A dead person deserves to know?" At this moment, a disdainful young voice sounded.

The speaker was a young man.

Before the view, the young man stood beside the old man,

And in front of the dozens of warriors, you know that this young man has a high status among them.

"I'm afraid if you say it, it will scare you to death." The young man smiled arrogantly.

"Second son." The old man glanced at the young man.

The young man nodded, "First elder, let's kill this kid first, and then take back the heavy treasure."

"Okay." The old man nodded, looked back at Xiao Yi with stinging eyes, and then shot immediately.

"It's too much." Xiao Yi shook his head, and the Leng Yan sword appeared out of thin air.

boom…

There was a sudden explosion in the sky.

This explosion was not like a thunderous explosion, but more like a burst of raging water.

"What?" The old man's expression changed.

High in the sky, countless starlight poured down, the density was amazing, and the speed was extremely fast.

At that moment, the pouring of the air caused the air to collapse and the space to shatter.

boom…

Almost in an instant, the starlight had already descended.

Dozens of warriors have been pierced by starlight and died.

The old man is also wearing starlight, but the number is more.

"How...how is it possible..." The old man looked at his body that was instantly pierced, and his face was full of horror.

Before he could finish speaking, his body was already cold and he collapsed.

"This..." The young man was stunned and fell into a sluggishness.

He didn't react until he saw Xiao Yi's icy gaze.

And when he saw the lingering and ready-to-go starlight in Xiao Yijian, his face showed panic.

"No...no..., you can't kill me..." The young man shivered as he looked at the wounds pierced through the corpses around him.

Even a martial arts emperor can't live under that starlight for a second, let alone him?

However, the starlight in Xiao Yijian did not dissipate, but kept surging and was about to explode.

"I... I'm the second son of the Sikong family, you dare to kill me?" The young man said, and suddenly became hard.

"Sikong Family?" Xiao Yi frowned, then shook his head, "I haven't heard of it."

In fact, Xiao Yi specially made the stars in the sword surge, just to hear which force this young man came from.

A Saint King Realm leads the team, plus several Saint King Realm, a group of Saint Realm peaks.

Such a warrior power, even if placed in the Black Cloud Region, is comparable to the former Tianwang Mountain.

Of course, looking at the midfield is not enough.

Xiao Yi was just curious to know, but he had never heard of this Sikong family.

Shaking his head, Xiao Yi moved the Leng Yan sword in his hand.

The young man's expression changed, "You... my brother is a direct disciple of the Tianzang Academy. If I lose half a hair, you will just wait for the end of the world."

The young man spoke coldly.

In fact, he was horrified that the surrounding family warriors were instantly killed.

But he believed that the four words of Tianzang Academy were enough to shock anyone, yes, anyone, looking at Zhongyu, who would dare to insult Tianzang Academy.

"A direct disciple of the Tianzang Academy? The Sikong family?" Xiao Yi frowned, thoughtfully.

"Humph." The young man sneered when he saw Xiao Yi stopped.

"You know you're afraid now?"

"Dare to kill my Sikong family martial artist? Boy, no matter which power martial artist you are, you will never be able to keep you."

"But..." The young man smiled playfully, "If you are willing to obediently hand over your treasures, maybe I will be able to intercede for you..."

The young man said proudly.

But before the words were finished, a sharp sword was already in his throat.

"You..." The young man's face changed drastically again, "You dare..."

Xiao Yi's face was cold, "I don't care about the direct disciple of the Tianzang Academy."

The young man gritted his teeth, "You don't pay attention to the direct disciple, what about the elder?"

"My Sikong Family Supreme Elder, is one of the elders of the Twelve Peaks, the peak master of Tongtian Peak, and the strongest in the world."

The young man seemed to be worried that the sword outside his throat would stab out in an instant, and quickly blurted out.

"The Peak Master of Tongtian Peak?" Xiao Yi's brows furrowed again.

The peak master of Tongtian Peak is the elder of Tongtian Peak.

However, Xiao Yi did not know the name of the elder Tongtianfeng.

If what this person said is true, then...

Xiao Yi frowned, thinking.

Suddenly, an aura burst out in front of him.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes.

"Kid, die for me." The young man roared, and a ray of light erupted from his hand.

This is the means of protection bestowed by the seniors of his family.

At such a close distance, Xiao Yi was in a state of contemplation again, and he was confident that one strike would kill him.

"Looking for death." Xiao Yi's eyes turned cold, and he swung the Leng Yanjian out of his hand.

The sword came out, and the burst of light instantly dissipated.

The sharp point of the sword instantly ended the life of the young man in front of him.

tread…

The icy corpse fell.

Xiao Yi stood there, looking at the corpse in front of him, frowning, "Second son of the Sikong family?"

He could recognize at a glance that the light that erupted in this person's hand just now was a burst of magic.

And if he is not mistaken, this formation is the famous Tianguang Great Formation of the Tianzang Academy, and it is also one of the famous formations of Tongtian Peak.

Those who can cast this formation, or even brand it, and hand it over to outsiders as a means of protection, are at least the powerhouses above the deacon in Tongtian Peak.

"Sikong Family? Elder Tongtianfeng?" Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes.

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