Chapter 958 Another person died!

Chapter 958 Another person dies!
Si Ruokong only felt an irresistible force coming, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground, blood spurting out of his mouth, his face was as pale as paper, and a trace of despair flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, everyone on the city wall was stunned. They watched Si Ruokong being defeated by Li Cunxiao within three moves, and only fear was left in their hearts.

They knew that Si Ruokong was a powerful man at the top of the celestial realm, the ancestor of the Daqian royal family, and the general defending the city of Qiandu. However, at this moment, he was like an ant and was easily crushed by Li Cunxiao.

Li Cunxiao stood in place, pointing the Yuwang Spear in his hand directly at Si Ruokong. He looked coldly at Si Ruokong who was lying on the ground, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

"Si Ruokong, you are nothing but this! The fate of the Daqian royal family has come to an end, and Qiandu will eventually become the property of our Yellow Turban Army!"

Li Cunxiao let out a long roar, and the iron-gray energy in his body, which had reached its peak, flowed freely on the King Yu's Spear like a substance.

When Si Ruokong heard this, a trace of grief and anger flashed in his eyes, and then he slowly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

However, at this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard, and several Qianlong left and right guards rushed towards Li Cunxiao recklessly, trying to use their lives to buy a glimmer of hope for Si Ruokong.

Seeing this, Li Cunxiao sneered, and with a light wave of the Yuwang Spear in his hand, he knocked away the invading Qianlong Left and Right Guards one by one.

Those guards flew backwards like kites with broken strings and fell heavily to the ground, their lives or deaths unknown.

"Humph, you, a mere ant, dare to challenge me?"

Li Cunxiao had a blank expression on his face. He looked at Si Ruokong again, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Si Ruokong opened his eyes and looked at Li Cunxiao's cold eyes, and an inexplicable courage surged in his heart.

"Li Cunxiao, you may be strong, but my Daqian royal family has been established for hundreds of years! Even if I die in battle today, someone will avenge me!"

He endured the severe pain, slowly stood up, and spoke with his last bit of strength.

After saying that, Si Ruokong gritted his teeth and pounced on Li Cunxiao with all his strength, but Li Cunxiao would not give him any chance. He looked at Si Ruokong with a grin and raised the Yuwang Spear in his hand again.

This time, he will not show any mercy and will kill Si Ruokong completely in one go!

"Si Ruokong, you deserve to die!"

Li Cunxiao shouted loudly, and the King Yu's Spear suddenly smashed down with endless power, hitting Si Ruokong's chest hard.

With a "crack" sound, Si Ruokong's sternum was smashed into pieces in an instant, and blood gushed out like a fountain. A trace of relief flashed in his eyes, and then gradually dimmed.

Si Ruokong's body fell weakly to the ground, and his life ended completely at this moment.

Until his death, he never understood why he ended up like this. As the ancestor of the Daqian royal family, according to the development history of the Daqian royal family over the past hundreds of years, he should have enjoyed endless wealth and honorable status.

But now he died so miserably at the hands of Li Cunxiao, becoming a ghost under the knives of the Yellow Turban Army, a group of peasants.

As Si Ruokong was killed by Li Cunxiao's Yu Wang Spear, a nimble figure suddenly appeared under the city wall like a ghost. It was none other than the head of Xuan Jing Si who had rushed over from Qiandu - Jing Yaoyan!

He was as light as a swallow, and relying on his superb lightness skills, he stepped onto the city wall in two or three steps. His figure was graceful, like an immortal riding the wind and clouds.

However, at this moment, when Jing Yaoyan climbed up the city wall, he witnessed the tragic scene of Si Ruokong falling down. The anger in his heart instantly erupted like a volcano, his eyes widened, and his roar shook the sky.

"Li Cunxiao, you lunatics, how dare you bully our Daqian like this!" However, just as the roar had not yet dissipated, Jing Yaoyan's gaze suddenly focused, and he was firmly attracted by a figure behind Li Cunxiao.

And the figure in cloth was none other than Wang Xianzhi!

"Wang Xianzhi, how dare you show up!"

Jing Yaoyan's voice was full of disbelief. After the shocking incident in the Qiandu Palace, the name Wang Xianzhi had almost become a taboo in Qiandu during that period of time, and now he appeared here again!

Moreover, it happened in the Yellow Turban Army's camp, which was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the morale of the Qiandu defenders.

At this time, Wang Xianzhi, who climbed up the ladder along the gap opened by Li Cunxiao, had a blank expression on his face. Every step he took created a faint ripple in the air.

After the shocking incident in the Qiandu Palace, Wang Xianzhi obeyed Su Ye's orders and directly joined Meng Zhang's Yellow Turban Army to take orders. Now he was naturally sent out again by Meng Zhang to follow Li Cunxiao to climb the wall.

The space around him began to distort, and powerful internal forces surged, transforming into green dragons condensed from the internal force. They slowly emerged from the void and surrounded him.

"A blue dragon in one sleeve!"

Someone exclaimed in a low voice, this was Wang Xianzhi's unique skill. This move made countless powerful people in the Daqian Dynasty tremble in fear.

At this moment, this martial art once again demonstrated its incomparable magnificence. Eighteen green dragons were either circling upwards, or swooping down, or intertwining and entwining. Each one contained the power to destroy the world, but under the control of Wang Xianzhi, they appeared harmonious and orderly.

Wherever the Azure Dragon passed, the air was torn apart, leaving behind transparent cracks. Dazzling light flashed in the cracks, demonstrating the terrifying power of this martial art.

The entire city wall seemed to be shaking under the shock of this force. Many Yellow Turban Army and Qianlong Guards looked sideways with fear in their eyes.

Seeing this, Jing Yaoyan became even angrier, he let out a low roar, and his internal force surged, turning into a gust of wind, then he spread out his hands, and in his palms, the internal force condensed, turning into two balls of bright light, like the sun and the moon shining together, illuminating the entire battlefield.

"Wang Xianzhi, today is the day you die!"

Jing Yaoyan roared, and his figure flashed, turning into a bolt of lightning and rushing straight towards Wang Xianzhi.

His lightness skill has reached the extreme. Every step he takes leaves an afterimage in the space. The speed is so fast that it is astonishing.

Wang Xianzhi on the opposite side had no expression on his face. He stood there quietly, allowing Jing Yaoyan's inner force to approach him.

Just when the light was about to touch him, Wang Xianzhi's eyes suddenly opened, and an even more powerful internal force surged out of his body, turning into an invisible barrier, firmly blocking Jing Yaoyan's internal force light.

"Humph, Jing Yaoyan, with your ability, what can you do to me?"

Wang Xianzhi's voice was as cold as the wind, and his internal strength exploded to the extreme at this moment. The eighteen green dragons seemed to sense his fighting spirit, and they all looked up to the sky and roared. The sound of the dragon roar was deafening.

Jing Yaoyan was shocked, but he didn't say much. He just urged his internal strength even harder. The light in his hand became even brighter at this moment. He roared and rushed forward, trying to break through Wang Xianzhi's internal force barrier.

However, Wang Xianzhi just smiled slightly and waved his hands. The eighteen green dragons seemed to have received an order. They all flew into the air and rushed towards Jing Yaoyan, some with bared fangs and claws, and some breathing out arrows.

(End of this chapter)