There are only a handful of peerless masters on the Sun Death Continent, who and where did this Wang Po come from, and why haven't you heard of it?

Wang Po could see Shi Jingtian's doubts at a glance, and seemed to be a little interested in this calm and cold young man, so he explained, "There is nothing to doubt, I am not the only one who is not born in the Sun Continent and overseas. The path of cultivation has reached the realm of being able to control the sky, and that is a bottleneck. Some people can't break through, so they choose to go to the mainland to become famous, and the rest of their lives can be regarded as famous!"

"Just like the Sword Immortal and the Dharma King, and the Demon Venerable Nameless?" Shi Jingtian asked.

"That's true, but the Demon Venerable is nameless but there are many differences. ”

"What's the difference?"

"This..."Wang Po didn't say it again, the words changed, and his hand like a dry branch pointed at the sky, "Young man, if there is still a chance for these things in the future, I will tell you slowly, but should I deal with the matter of the horned eagle now!"

"How?"

"You hurt my horned eagle, either you will die, or you will come with me and be my apprentice!" Wang Po said slowly, he was entrusted by someone just to lure out the masters of the academy, did he say that he must be killed, but it would be of great use for me to take it away and stay by my side.

"I won't be your apprentice!" replied Shi Jingtian affirmatively.

"Then you just want to die?"

"Life and death are not up to you!"

"Haha!" Wang Po laughed again, and the skeleton's face was even more eerie, "Young man, I am willing to say a few words to you when I see that you have some courage, don't be so ignorant, if you want to die, I can fulfill you immediately!"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Shi Jingtian still looked at Wang Po coldly with an expressionless face, but the whole person was tense. The real master, the nameless master of the Demon Venerable, was suppressed but suddenly couldn't help but want to give it a try.

Wang Po saw the slightest hint of belligerent excitement in Shi Jingtian's cold eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, knowing that he could fly in the sky, he would be among the peerless masters, but he fell to his knees in the fright of others, crying and shouting that he wanted to apprentice. But this young man still has the will to fight.

"Okay! Even if you want to be a master, you must show some strength. So you're ready, and you'll have two tricks to convince you!"

"If you want to fight, you will fight!" Shi Jingtian's eyes lit up violently, and the pressure given by the peerless master suddenly made his blood boil.

Wang Po stretched out his arm, the cuffs slid down to reveal a wrist like dead tree bark, and slowly raised it, "Catch the young man, don't be beaten to death at once!"

"Waste..."

Before Shi Jingtian could say nonsense, Wang Po, who was still about three meters away from him, suddenly moved, and the red shadow flashed in front of him, and the person had already arrived in front of him, and one arm was swept horizontally towards his head.

The speed is fast and smacking, but this simple move, without any embellishment, seems to be a random shot. There is no wind splitting the air, so the speed of the shot is not fast. But Shi Jingtian felt that the moment he approached him, there was a faint bloody aura, which made the air a little stagnant and ready to solidify, what kind of smell was this?

Watching his arm towards him, he just wanted to move but immediately realized that any part of his body wanted to move was whimsical, and he was shocked, this is magic or martial arts, and the air was heavy like countless strings, tightly binding himself.

Trying to mobilize all the strength of his body, the green tendons on his forehead burst and covered with fine sweat, and his eyes seemed to breathe fire, this is already the biggest limit, why can't he move, his hanging hands are trembling slightly, but he doesn't even listen to the little thumb, he can only watch the arm that comes and can't do anything.

With a soft pop, Wang Po's arm that didn't seem to have any strength at all slammed into Shi Jingtian's head, and Shi Jingtian's head was covered, like a kite with a broken string being directly hit in the air, flying out more than ten meters away, and then rolling a few more times.

His head was buzzing, and the feeling of dizziness made him unable to get up for a while. After moving his body, his hands and feet regained the ability to move, and he slowly stood up again, but his body still shook involuntarily.

"Young man, do you know what the gap is?" At a distance of more than ten meters, Wang Po's feet flew off the ground and flew in the air, and he arrived in front of Shi Jingtian in an instant, "I only used two percent of my strength, or I can directly knock your head off your neck!"

Shi Jingtian gradually sobered up a lot, looking at the tall and thin figure in front of him, he already knew in his heart that he would not be his opponent no matter what. It turns out that the real masters all have their own aura, like themselves, they thought they still had the power to fight, but unfortunately they couldn't even move.

"Come with me!"

"No!" Shi Jingtian still replied coldly, even if my cultivation has reached the peak, I can't let anyone demolish it.

"Look for death!"

Wang Po still had a hint of a smile on his dry face, and felt that Shi Jingtian could resist himself this time, which was considered some strength, but he didn't expect the bones to be so hard, and he immediately changed color. A pair of deep-set eyes flashed with red light, and he suddenly lost his patience, and a few steps in front of him, the branch-like big hand clamped Shi Jingtian's neck.

Shi Jingtian couldn't resist, and as soon as Wang Po got close to him, the bloody aura came to his nose. He couldn't move if he wanted to, so he grabbed his neck tightly, his Adam's apple was gurgling, and his breathing became more and more difficult.

"I wanted to spare your life, but since the bones are as hard as nameless, let's die!"

The big withered branch-like hand became more and more forceful, and the whole person was out of the ground, and the Adam's apple seemed to be blocked by a stone, and he couldn't breathe, and this strong death signal continued to stimulate the brain.

In the face of death, Shi Jingtian was really not afraid. People will eventually die, and besides, they are already dead. It's just that sometimes you can't give yourself a reason, you don't know why you live, and you don't know why you die. But in the face of a hidden master like Wang Po in bloody clothes, he couldn't even move his fingers in front of him, let alone resist.

The power of the horned eagle can be regarded as a repayment of the affection that Siguang once took care of. It's also so that Nizi can grow up well in the academy. And Mo Yan, after more than a month, his body will recover, and he must have the ability to take care of himself and Nizi!

Death is death, Shi Jingtian calmly closed his eyes, Qin'er's shadow appeared in front of him, standing quietly and elegantly, with a light smile on the corner of his mouth, and whispered to himself, "Shocking, you finally came to me!"

"Qin'er, Qin'er, I miss you so much! I remember I said that I will find you wherever I am!" The corners of Shi Jingtian's mouth moved slightly, so heartfelt smile, so calm that yearning for it to come true.

"You... You..."

When he was not a top master, Bloody Wang Po also killed or witnessed the death of many people with his own hands. The eyes are full of unwillingness, begging for mercy, anger, and shouting that eighteen years is a good man and other nonsense.

I have never seen anyone die so calmly, even yearning, and even smiling before dying. This is just a young man in his early twenties, what has he experienced?

The shock in his heart made Wang Po's anger calm down immediately, and the strength in his hand unconsciously loosened a lot.

Something even more shocking happened immediately, his hand had just loosened a little strength, the young man should have regained his breathing, but his eyes were still not open, and... And between breathing, there was a trace of black gas coming out of the nose and slightly open mouth.

The black gas was very faint, slowly coming out of the nostrils and mouth. But Wang Po immediately felt that this trace of black qi was unusual, and he felt that it was actually competing with the bloody qi of his own cultivation to the peak.

Unable to breathe, the oxygen supply to his brain stopped, and Shi Jingtian's indifference to death made him temporarily unconscious. However, his body did not allow him to die, and the arrogant essence blood of the ninth-order demonic beast Jiao stimulated all the energy in his body, and the black qi that the Demon Venerable Nameless Force relied on to fight the Sword Immortal Law King burst out from his body.

Suddenly, it seemed that every sweat pore in the body was opening, and a burst of black mist instantly enveloped Shi Jingtian's whole body, rushing straight to the clouds from the top of his head, and the waist-length hair hidden in his clothes was like countless demonic hands, flying wantonly with his teeth and claws.

"It's... This..."The sudden rise of black qi did not hesitate to disperse the bloody qi around Wang Po, Wang Po's expression was like swallowing an egg alive, and his deep-set yellow eyes were about to pop out, "Judging from the aura of the black mist, it has the same thing as his own bloody qi, this is, this is the strength that can completely fight with himself, who is he?"

The black qi on Shi Jingtian's body was still gushing incessantly, and a black cloud had gathered above his head, as if he was protesting against death, and also protesting against the fact that he had not seen the light of day for a long time, and whether it had changed shape.

His neck is still in his hands, no matter who he is, he must be killed, otherwise there will be another powerful opponent in the future! Thinking of this broken dry arm, he immediately turned crimson, and he was ready to twist his neck with all his might.

There was no longer this opportunity, a big hand snapped on his arm, in terms of strength alone, it was much stronger than himself, and the dry arm was useless in exertion, and he had to leave Shi Jingtian's neck little by little.

The dark cloud formed by the black gas above his head snorted downward, and Wang Po had no choice but to shake off the big hand of the stone and withdraw a few meters away.

Under the hood, the black qi surrounded Shi Jingtian's whole body, becoming thicker, except for the head, the body was like wearing a black coat, including the fingers were wrapped in shapeless and textured, only occasionally there would be a trace of black smoke, gradually extinguishing the wivel.

His eyes also opened suddenly, and his whole eyes were as black as ink stones, with no pupils but a terrifying glow, without any emotion mixed in, looking at Wang Po's voice like hell, he said word by word, "You!