Martial Arts From Bandits

  Chapter 363 Under the golden core, this seat is invincible! (seeking subscription)

  How long has it been?

   It will take two years to complete the calculation.

  They originally thought that Zhang Jing's death until now was just the innate early stage.

   But now, what is placed in front of them is the innate peak strength.

   "It's a pity that there is no if. You didn't kill me at the beginning, but it doesn't mean that I will do the same to you. Today is the day when your three **** families will be wiped out!"

  The blood in Zhang Jing's eyes flashed away, and the whole body was agitated.

  The loose long hair is automatic without wind.

   "Arrogance, it was your luck that you were not beheaded at the beginning. Since you dare to come to die today, you can't blame us. Everyone, let's fight."

  The ancestor of the Yun family gave a low snort.

  In an instant, the entire kilometer radius was shrouded by the divine light of the four poles.

  The entire sky is divided into four colors.

  Tightly surround Zhang Jing.

   "Blood Demon, today we will suppress you, a demonic monster, here for a hundred years, and torture you every day, so as to shame our family," the ancestor of the Zhen family roared angrily.

  The gray beard and hair fluttered slowly.

   "Hehe. Demonic monster? Since you all said so, today I will become a demon once according to your wish," Zhang Jing's mouth curled up slightly.

  Blood light flowed in the eyes, as if he could see through everything in the world.

   "The ten directions are dead!"

   Hongchen Dao was held in his hand, Zhang Jing's eyes were slightly closed, and the Dao followed his hand.

   Gently stroke,

   It's such a simple stroke.

  In the eyes of the four of them, it was so terrifying.

  It seems that the whole sky has been divided into two halves.

  The four poles of divine light were split from the middle, and the escaping sharp air damaged the palace's buildings in an incomparable amount.

   Those first-class masters manipulating formations in various parts of the palace were bleeding from all orifices and fell to the ground.

   "Boom."

  The roaring sound followed.

  The ancestors of the Zhen family, the ancestors of the Song family, the ancestors of the Yun family, and the scattered people in Yunzhong each retreated hundreds of meters.

  Blood spilled from the corners of everyone's mouths.

  The power of Zhang Jing's sword is so terrifying!

   Not only directly destroyed the formation, but also caused them to suffer different injuries.

  At this moment, the eyes of the four people are full of horror.

   Horrified by Zhang Jing's strength, they hadn't made any moves yet, but just activated the formation, and suffered such a terrorist attack.

   "You, how could you be so strong?" the ancestor of the Zhen family lost his voice.

   Eyes full of disbelief.

  He can accept that Zhang Jing is very strong, but he can't accept that it is so strong.

  The four congenital late-stage grand masters were not his all-in-one enemy.

how can that be?

   "Under the Golden Core, this seat is invincible!"

   Zhang Jing raised his chin and said coldly.

  The half of the sky behind him has been dyed blood red.

  The magic flame is monstrous.

   Zhang Jing is now qualified to say such arrogant words.

  The undefeated golden body, the twenty-eight palms of subduing the dragon, the overbearing sword, the three absolute swords, and the artistic conception.

   These things gave Mr. Zhang the invincible confidence under the golden core.

  More than martial arts, ordinary people can gallop in the rivers and lakes if they can master one, and make a great reputation.

   And Mr. Zhang has everything in his hands,

   Coupled with the unparalleled digestion ability, how many people in the world can stand shoulder to shoulder with Zhang Jing?

   "Arrogance," the ancestor of the Song family choked out such a sentence.

   Others can't refute anything, and Zhang Jing is indeed qualified to say this sentence to repel the four of them with a single blow.

   It's just that they can't accept it.

  The ancestor of the Yun family looked a little frustrated. The four great formations were the ancestral formations of the Yun family, and even the ninth strongman on the Fengyun list could suppress them.

  But was smashed by Zhang Jing, how strong should Zhang Jing be?

   Could it be that he has the strength to be number one on the Billboard?

   Even if they didn't have the strength of the top three in the Billboard, what would they use to stop them?

   Not to mention suppressing the Gorefiend, it is a blessing not to be suppressed by him.

  The scattered man in the cloud dodged his eyes a little, and the next moment, his figure moved directly.

  However, it was not facing Zhang Jing, but toward the rear.

  He escaped.

  Facing such a terrifying enemy like Zhang Jing, Sanren Yunzhong really couldn't raise his fighting spirit.

  Because this is all about dying, there is no chance of winning at all.

  The ancestor of the Yun family gave a lot of things, but not so much that the scattered people in the cloud would put their lives in it.

   "Damn it," the patriarch of the Zhen family cursed secretly when he saw the movement of Sanren Yunzhong.

  If the scattered people in the cloud are still there, they may have a 1% chance of winning if they form an formation again.

  And now that the scattered people in the cloud have run away, they have no chance of winning.

   "Want to leave? Have you asked my opinion?" Zhang Jing said coldly.

   Afterwards, the sword light erupted.

  Hundreds of blood-colored sword lights rushed straight at the scattered man in the cloud, surrounding him.

   Today, no one can leave.

   "Everyone, work hard," the ancestor of the Yun family snorted and formed seals in his hands.

  A giant whitish finger condensed in the void.

  The ancestors of the Zhen family and the ancestors of the Song family looked at each other without saying too much.

   Daodao's sharp sword energy burst out to envelop Zhang Jing.

  It's useless to say anything, Zhang Jing clearly wants to destroy them.

   You can escape for a while, but you cannot escape for a lifetime.

   Besides, they couldn't escape for a while.

   Zhang Jing will not give them a chance.

  The whitish giant fingers and the sky-filled sword energy erupted at the same time, and they fought with all their strength, without holding back any hands.

  Relying on the strength shown by Zhang Jing, he is still invincible with all his strength, let alone keeping his hands.

   Murderous intent overflowed, and the void seemed to tremble.

   "How can you dare to make a fool of yourself if you have a small skill?"

   "Dawei Tianlong!" The corner of Zhang Jing's mouth moved slightly.

   One step forward, Mr. Zhang jumped up, condescending, drew a circle with his right palm and pushed suddenly.

   "Ho Ho Ho Ho."

   Dozens of dragon-shaped qi roared out from the palm.

  Everyone is majestic, and every scale can be seen clearly.

  The dragon beard at the corner of the mouth moved with the wind, roaring and rushing towards the sky filled with sword energy and giant fingers.

   "Boom boom boom."

  The sound of roaring continued, and the people in the capital of Yunguo hid in their homes one after another.

   Such a battle can already be regarded as a fight between gods and gods for them.

   It is not something they can bear if it spreads a little bit.

   The situation changed color, blood stained half the sky.

  This is no longer something that simple manpower can do.

  Even ordinary innate peaks can't make such a movement.

  This can only be done if one has a certain degree of control over the vitality of the heaven and earth.

  The sword energy all over the sky was swept away, replaced by a **** sword glow.

  The Yunzhong Sanren who had left before seeing the situation was not good had already been beaten into powder by Zhang Jing.

  The fate of the ancestor of the Yun family and others is not much better than him.

   After wiping out the giant sword light finger, Mr. Zhang did not stop, and then launched another attack.

  The ancestor of the Zhen family was dismembered on the spot, and blood was spilled.

  All were poured on the palace below,

   To be precise, it is above the ruins of the palace.

   Several times with all their strength, the fragile palace could not hold on for a long time and was beaten into ruins.

   It’s not that the Imperial City of Shangjing has a large formation blessing, and the materials used are also very extraordinary.

  Only in the aftermath of the battle between heaven and man did they not suffer devastating damage.

  The materials used here are all ordinary objects, which cannot withstand Master Zhang's methods at all.

   "Ahem," the ancestor of the Song family coughed out a mouthful of old blood.

  At this moment, his appearance is very miserable, his arms, legs and half of his face have disappeared.

   The injuries on the face showed bones, and black blood kept coming out of the eyes.

  The whole person is almost only half left,

   Now being able to live is all supported by the strong vitality of the innate realm.

   It is foreseeable that it is only a matter of time before he dies.

  The only one still standing on the ground is the ancestor of the Yun family. His strength is much stronger than the ancestors of the Zhen family and the ancestors of the Song family.

   It is precisely because of this that he can be slightly better.

  However, it is only a little bit.

  The clothes on his body were already torn, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding uncontrollably.

   He didn't look like he was so high-spirited to suppress Zhang Jing before.

   However, although his appearance is miserable, his figure is still tall and straight.

   There is no sign of bending at all.

  It seems to be very generous, but his eyes betrayed him ruthlessly.

  His eyes were only terrified, his chest fluctuated, and his fingers trembled slightly.

  He is afraid.

   Frightened by Zhang Jing's terrifying strength.

  In his eyes, Zhang Jing seemed to be a demon god, he simply raised his palm and swung his knife.

  The strength of the explosion made them desperate.

   There is no fighting spirit at all.

   Is this really the strength that can be possessed by the innate realm?

   In the past, the ancestors of the Yun family would never have believed it.

   But now, there is no way to believe it, because Zhang Jing has clearly revealed it.

   This is also one of the reasons that frightened him.

   Both are innate nine orifices, and both are innate peaks.

  Even he has been immersed in this realm for a longer time than Zhang Jing, but his strength is very different.

  Compared with Zhang Jing, he is like a child.

   He is no match for casually moving his fingers.

  The blood in the sky gradually faded, and the gathered dark clouds were also dispersed.

  The sky turned into the sunny and sunny appearance again.

  The sun shines on the earth, and the breeze blows the hair tips.

  If there is no backdrop for the scene in front of you,

  Everything is so beautiful.

  Zhang Jing slowly fell to the ground, and the original plain white robe was still clean, not even a trace of blood.

  If it weren't for the long and deep knife in his hand, he could be called Mr. Pianpian.

   "Uh, hoo, uh."

  The ancestor of the Song family, who collapsed on the ground, was saying something in his throat. His gray hair and beard were already redder than his own blood.

  Like a bloodthirsty demon.

   "Shusha."

  Zhang Jing slowly approached the ancestor of the Yun family, and sized him up slightly.

   "You are very strong," the ancestor of the Yun family said tremblingly.

  Zhang Jing nodded unceremoniously and said:

   "It's just a foil, you guys are too rubbish, you can't even let me go with all your strength."

   "Hehe. That's right, we are too weak," the ancestor of the Yun family's eyes dimmed a lot, and he seemed to have no strength left.

  (end of this chapter)