Chapter 1260 Sikong Family

Bang...bang...bang...

Waves of raging Yuan Power were shot out quickly.

These dozens of warriors actually killed each other as soon as they took action.

"Looking for death." Xiao Yi's eyes turned cold, and a sword energy condensed from his fingertips.

In his perception, these are just a group of warriors in the holy realm, and the few who are strong are only in the holy king realm.

Whoosh…

The sword energy flashed past, and all the raging Yuan Power was crushed to pieces.

Then, the power of the sword energy continued unabated, and the sharp aura made the dozens of warriors look panicked.

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

With a heavy palm strike, the sword energy was easily dispersed.

"A mere sixth level Saint King Realm actually has such strength?" The old man narrowed his eyes and stared at Xiao Yi coldly.

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

Obviously, even if he dispersed Xiao Yi's sword energy, he himself would not feel comfortable.

If he had known that it was just Xiao Yi's random sword energy, he wonders whether he would still dare to be so stubborn.

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

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

"It seems that you have indeed obtained the valuable treasure in the ruins." The old man stared at Xiao Yi, with murderous intent in his sinister eyes.

In the old man's opinion, if a mere sixth-level Saint King Realm could exert such strength that even a strong Saint King Realm like him was almost injured, he must be carrying a heavy treasure.

And it is an ancient treasure within the ruins.

"Which family of warriors are you from?" Xiao Yi didn't pay attention to the old man's gaze, but asked coldly.

"How does a dead man deserve to know?" At this time, a disdainful young voice sounded.

The speaker was a young man.

Looking at this young man standing next to the old man, and in front of dozens of warriors, he knew that this young man's status among them was not low.

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

"Second Young Master." The old man glanced at the young man.

The young man nodded, "Great Elder, please kill this kid first, and then take back the valuable treasure."

"Okay." The old man nodded, looked back at Xiao Yi with Yin Zhe's eyes, and then took action instantly.

"Don't overestimate your capabilities." Xiao Yi shook his head, and the Leng Yan Sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

boom…

There was a sudden explosion in the sky.

This explosion was not like thunder, but more like an explosion like surging water.

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

High in the sky, countless stars poured down, the density was astonishing, and the speed was extremely fast.

That moment of pouring caused the air to collapse and the space to shatter along the way.

boom…

Almost in an instant, the starlight had already set.

Dozens of warriors have been pierced by starlight and died.

The old man was also pierced by stars, but there were more of them.

"How... how is it possible..." The old man looked at his body that was instantly pierced, with horror written on his face.

Before he finished speaking, his body went cold and he collapsed.

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

It wasn't until he saw Xiao Yi's cold gaze that he reacted.

And when he saw the lingering starlight in Xiao Yijian that was ready to strike, he looked panicked.

"No...no..., you can't kill me..." The young man looked at the wounds on the corpses around him and started to tremble.

Not even a martial arts emperor could survive for a second under that starlight, let alone him?

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

"I...I am the second son of the Sikong family, do you dare to kill me?" the young man said, suddenly becoming hardened.

"Sikong Family?" Xiao Yi frowned, then shook his head, "Never heard of it."

In fact, Xiao Yi specifically made the stars in his sword surge just because he wanted to hear which faction this young man came from.

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

Such a force of warriors, even if placed in the Black Cloud Region, is comparable to the former Tianwang Mountain.

Of course, looking at the region is not enough.

Xiao Yi originally wanted to know out of curiosity, but he had never heard of this Sikong family.

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

The young man's face changed, "You...my brother is a direct disciple of Tianzang Academy. If I lose half a hair, you will be on the run."

The young man said coldly.

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

But he believed that the words "Tianzang Academy" were enough to intimidate anyone. Yes, anyone. Looking at the whole world, who would dare to insult Tianzang Academy.

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

"Humph." Seeing Xiao Yi stop his movements, the young man sneered.

"Now do you know you are afraid?"

"Dare to kill me, a warrior from the Sikong family? Boy, no matter which warrior you are, I can't even hope to protect you."

"But..." the young man smiled playfully, "If you are willing to obediently hand over your precious treasure, maybe I can intercede for you..."

The young man said proudly.

But before he finished speaking, a sharp sword was pressed against his throat.

"You..." The young man's expression changed drastically again, "How dare you..."

Xiao Yi's face was cold, "I still don't look down on the direct disciples of Tianzang Academy."

The young man gritted his teeth and said, "You don't take the disciples seriously, but what about the elders?"

"I, the Supreme Elder of the Sikong Family, am one of the twelve elders, the master of Tongtian Peak, and the most powerful formation master in the world."

The young man blurted out quickly as if he was worried that the sword outside his throat would stab out instantly.

"Master of Tongtian Peak?" Xiao Yi frowned again.

The master of Tongtian Peak is none other than the elder of Tongtian Peak.

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

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

Xiao Yi frowned and thought.

Suddenly, a momentum suddenly erupted in front of him.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes.

"Boy, go to hell." The young man roared angrily, and a ray of light burst out from his hand.

This is a means of protection given to him by his family predecessors.

At such a close range, Xiao Yi was in a state of thinking again, and he was confident that he would kill with one strike.

"Looking for death." Xiao Yi's eyes turned cold and he swung the Leng Yan Sword in his hand.

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

The sharp sword tip instantly killed the young man in front of him.

tread…

The cold corpse fell down.

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

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

And if he read it correctly, this formation is the famous Tianguang Formation of Tianzang Academy, and it is also one of the famous formations of Tongtian Peak.

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

"Sikong Family? Elder of Tongtian Peak?" Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes.
Chapter completed!