Although Sikong Zhuo is a genius in the family and the prince of Mabian City, in front of Zhang Cheng, he is not even a little ant.
No wonder the seventh uncle said before that once he did it, the Sikong family would definitely suffer the disaster of extermination Sikong Zhuo's head turned inch by inch, and he looked at Zhang Cheng with a stiff expression, trying to squeeze out a flattering smile, but found that the facial nerves did not obey him.
The power to resist the catastrophe The king of ghosts in China These names are like mountains in Sikong Zhuo's heart, and they can only look up and cannot climb He stood still, the flame in his hand was not lost, nor was it extinguished, and tears flowed down his heart.
However, just when the master of the Sikong family thought that the matter would settle down, Sikong Zhuo suddenly gritted his teeth, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes.
"Now that the spell world is in turmoil, it is a golden opportunity for our supernatural to come out Sikong Family has been dormant for hundreds of years, and now Young Master Ben doesn't want to retreat anymore" Sikong Zhuo has been pampered since he was a child, and the more he is in such a situation, it arouses his competitive spirit.
"I don't believe that you are really so powerful at this age, if you are eliminated, the Sikong family will definitely become famous, and who will dare to look down on Young Master Ben in the future" As soon as the words fell, Sikong Zhuo's hands moved violently, and the flames in his hands were instantly stretched, gradually extended, and connected together, turning into a three-meter-high wall of fire, and swept towards Zhang Cheng.
Sikong Zhuo's hand completely showed the level of a genius of an ability.
The unruly flame was in his hands, like a tamed beast of prey.
When Du Leng saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and understood that Sikong Zhuo had left his hand before, otherwise a blow would be enough to burn him to ashes.
"This kind of fire-fighting method is worthy of the Mabian Sikong family" Du Leng exclaimed, but the rest of the Sikong family masters were like facing the abyss.
"That's it, after all, I still can't escape this catastrophe" Seeing Sikong Zhuo's move, the seventh uncle was furious, and understood that with Zhang Cheng's legendary character of retribution, there was no room for turning back in this matter, and in order to protect himself, he had to do it.
I saw him roar angrily, take a wild breath, and his whole body skyrocketed out of thin air, and his originally slightly thin body instantly swelled, and his steely muscles rose high, full of terrifying power.
Although Uncle Qi is also a member of the Sikong family, he has not inherited the talent of the supernatural, but with his own efforts, over the past few decades, he has practiced kung fu to the extreme, even if a sharp sword is cut on the body, it will only leave a white mark.
I saw Uncle Seven stomp his feet violently, and suddenly there was a loud noise, and two footprints were stepped on on the hard mud and stone ground.
And with the help of this rebound, the whole person rushed towards Zhang Cheng like the wind, and the momentum was terrifying to the extreme.
Seeing that Sikong Zhuo and Seventh Uncle had already made a move, even if the rest of the Sikong family was reluctant, they had to secretly luck and began to besiege Zhang Cheng.
For a while, countless attacks attacked Zhang Cheng directly, and the situation seemed to be extremely critical.
However, in the face of the siege of the Sikong family, Zhang Cheng shook his head disdainfully and chuckled, "If the immortals don't save the dead, and they look for death by themselves, then they can't complain about others." ” After speaking, Zhang Cheng just stretched out his hand lightly, grabbed it in the air, and a stream of strange black gas suddenly flew out from his fingers and rushed towards the overwhelming wall of fire.
"What kind of trick is this?"
Sikong Zhuo frowned, and then he saw a scene that he couldn't believe.
His mighty wall of fire, after encountering the black qi, flew towards Zhang Cheng's hand obediently like a milk swallow throwing into the forest.
The huge flame, which was more than ten meters long and three or four meters high, was actually shrunk to the size of two ping-pong balls, and was grabbed by Zhang Cheng in his hand.
Zhang Cheng smiled slightly, his small palm seemed to have magic power, holding two fireballs and spinning constantly, as if he was rubbing the fitness ball for the elderly.
"How is this possible?"
The moment Zhang Cheng made a move, Sikong Zhuo felt that he had lost contact with the flames, and couldn't help but scream.
The ability to control the flames had always been his proudest skill, but today it was easily taken away by someone, something he had not encountered in decades.
"What kind of spell is this, how can this be?"
Sikong Zhuo muttered to himself, his eyes full of despair.
As soon as the wall of fire was extinguished, Uncle Seven happened to rush in with a violent wind and crashed into Zhang Cheng like a runaway bison.
And Zhang Cheng didn't even look at him, just waved his hand slightly, and threw out the two fireballs that had been condensed to the extreme.
"Bang" "Bang" "Ahh The fireball and Uncle Seven's body collided violently, like two grenades exploding at the same time, and the sky was full of sparks splashing.
Uncle Seven came fast and went faster, only to see a huge figure flying out upside down like rags, landing more than ten meters away, his head tilted, and he didn't move.
"Uncle Seven" When the people of the Sikong family saw it, they hurriedly rushed over, and just one glance, they were so frightened that their whole body trembled.
Uncle Qi has been practicing kung fu for decades, and his body is so strong that even if he hits Sikong Zhuo's wall of fire head-on, it will be difficult to break through the defense.
But after the wall of fire was taken away by Zhang Cheng, it was condensed to the extreme, and the power instantly increased several times, at this time, the seventh uncle, his whole body was blurred by the explosion, and the seven orifices were bleeding, and he was obviously dead.
There was a dead silence in the audience With just one grab and a swing, he broke Sikong Zhuo's killing move, and then killed a long-established master of the Sikong family The most important thing is that it was Sikong Zhuo's flame ability that killed the seventh uncle, as if Zhang Cheng didn't even bother to spend any strength in the face of them.
This huge gap, this attitude of extreme contempt, made Sikong Zhuo's confidence completely collapse.
"One last chance, get down on your knees and kowtow, and get out" In the face of this kind of little scum, Zhang Cheng was really too lazy to do anything, and said a sentence slowly.
"This guy is so powerful" Du Leng's pupils shrank, Zhang Cheng showed far more strength than he imagined, and the expression on his face was also extremely solemn.
Under Zhang Cheng's gaze, Sikong Zhuo's legs trembled, and he knelt on the ground with a "poof", kowtowed: "Zhang Shenjun, I was ignorant before, please don't care about the villain, spare my life" "Zhang Shenjun, we know that we are wrong, spare our lives" "Master Zhang, killing us is also dirty your hands, you can treat us as a fart."
A group of masters of the Sikong family also knelt down in unison, kowtowing like pounding garlic.
Sikong Zhuo had mixed feelings in his heart, as the young owner of the Sikong family, when had he suffered such a great humiliation.
But he also understands that with Zhang Cheng's strength and means, if he is not convinced, he will definitely have to be with Uncle Seven
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