Martial Arts From Bandits

  Chapter 438 Riding a dragon into Qingming! (seeking subscription)

   "Fate!"

  As soon as this remark came out, the ancestor of the Yang family immediately widened his eyes.

  He has already retreated to such a point, but Zhang Jing is still relentless.

   "Zhu Zi'an dares to deceive me?"

  At this moment, there is only one thought in his mind.

  Just now Zhang Jing said that he wanted the entire Yang family, and he gritted his teeth and agreed.

   Lead Yang's people away first, and he will settle the score after it is safe.

  However, I didn't expect that Zhang Jing would not give him a chance.

   "You..." the ancestor of the Yang family glared at Zhang Jing.

   "After destroying the Yang family, everything is mine," Zhang Jing said softly.

   Then, suddenly waved his hand and said:

   "Do it!"

   "Do it!"

  The masters of the Sky Survey Division, who were about to move, rushed to the Yang clan's land from all directions when they heard Zhang Jing's order.

   It's like a hungry wolf seeing a fat sheep.

  They know that after the Yang family is eliminated, they can get another five years of salary.

   Moreover, even if they die, Lord Zhang will not treat their family members badly.

   There are already examples of such things.

  So, they rushed up bravely.

  After talking about doing it, it is naturally impossible for Mr. Zhang to be idle.

   Slashed out with a single blow.

  The Baizhang sword radiated across the void, and Bloody cut down directly.

  There was a rumbling movement in the sky when Mr. Zhang started to do it.

  With his current strength, it is quite normal for him to trigger the celestial phenomenon.

   Facing Zhang Jing's shot, the ancestor of the Yang family had already prepared himself.

  When he came out of the Yang family, he was actually ready to do it directly if the negotiation failed.

  After all, Zhang Jing's reputation is really not good.

  The moment Zhang Jing started, a black streamer jumped into the hands of the ancestor of the Yang family.

  The light dissipated, and the ancestor of the Yang family held a simple black spear in his hand.

  There was a faint cold light on the tip of the gun.

   "Devil Zhang, today Yang wants you to die under the gun of my Yang family!"

  The ancestor of the Yang family flicked his black spear, and pierced the Baizhang sword slashed by Zhang Jing.

  He is not the kind of Jindan who has entered the old age and faintly decayed like the ancestors of the Zhang family.

  He is now an upright man, full of energy and blood, and full of golden core.

   Now it is the pinnacle of Jindan Rank 6, only one step away from reaching Jindan Rank 7.

  He felt that even if Zhang Jing had always been powerful, he was not incapable of fighting.

  If Zhang Jing can be killed, he can be regarded as revenge for those younger generations.

  Yang's innate number and Zhang's are on par, it is impossible to stop Zhang Jing's more than ten innate masters.

  But he couldn't help them in his heart.

  Because he is facing the strongest.

   As long as Zhang Jing is killed, the crisis of his Yang family will be solved immediately.

  If Zhang Jing kills or defeats him.

  Then his Yang family can be like the Zhang family of Nanling, declaring their family extinct.

   Qi and blood turned into smoke, condensing on the tip of the gun.

  A burst of black mysterious light directly collided with the blood-colored blade light cut out by Zhang Jing.

"boom!"

   The sound of explosions resounding like a bell resounded through the world.

  Rolling heat wave swept out.

  The sky and the earth rippled, and the aftermath of the overflow cut a deep gully underground.

  Golden Elder Grandmaster, already has the ability to cut mountains with a single blow.

   It's just a hill.

  Zhang Jing didn't take it seriously, it was just a small test with a sledgehammer just now.

  The real means have not been revealed yet.

  Yang Family Spear?

Ha ha

   Then it will be broken today.

  Master Zhang's eyes flashed with blood, and his whole body was full of blood.

  A **** wolf smoke that was several times thicker than Yang's ancestor condensed.

  The sky was dyed red.

   Most of the sky is a deep blood red color.

   There was a rumbling sound, and raindrops began to fall.

  Thunder followed, and lightning struck the blood cloud, but it didn't split at all, but gradually deepened.

  Master Zhang stood above the void, with the sky full of blood behind him.

  The black martial arts robe embroidered with gold fluttered slowly.

  All the raindrops in the sky disappeared when they were within ten meters of Mr. Zhang.

   This was dried up by the fiery blood on Mr. Zhang's body.

   "Why, how could it be so thick?"

   Seeing the smoke of blood behind Zhang Jing, the ancestor of the Yang family was a little shocked for a while.

   Zhang Jing has been accumulating qi and blood since the womb?

   Otherwise, how could it be like this?

  The ancestor of the Yang family has been polishing his physical body since he entered the innate state, and he can only have such a scene by condensing his energy and blood.

  I thought that I was second to none in terms of energy and blood in the same situation, but I didn't expect someone to be braver than him.

  Compared with the **** smoke behind Zhang Jing, his is a bit stronger than a toothpick.

  If Lord Zhang knew what Yang's ancestor thought, he would definitely say something.

   "Zhang Mou is not only durable, but also thick and strong. It is not a problem to kill seven in and seven out!"

  Men, aren’t the most proud things about being strong, hard, and durable?

   Master Zhang also takes advantage of these characteristics.

  Wang Teng below saw this scene again, and felt that the blood all over his body was agitated.

  The people in the Sky Survey Division only felt like a shot of a booster had been injected into their bodies.

  After the shock, the ancestor of the Yang family quickly realized that he was not going to give Zhang Jing time to charge up.

   Must be quick.

  He felt a very dangerous breath on Zhang Jing.

  He knew that if he delayed, he would definitely not be Zhang Jing's opponent.

  He is still at his peak though.

  But from Zhang Jing's body, he can feel it, whether it is persistent or explosive.

  He may not be Zhang Jing's opponent.

   "Break the Void!"

   A cold light flashed, and the ancestor of the Yang family moved.

  The vitality of the heaven and the earth moves with you, and the whole body becomes a long dragon!

  In an instant, the figure of the ancestor of the Yang family changed in the eyes of everyone below.

  The tip of the spear turned into a dragon's head, the ancestor of the Yang family roared angrily, and his clothes exploded.

  The peak aura erupted on his body, heading straight for Zhang Jing.

  A long black dragon suddenly condensed into the void.

  Master Zhang looked at the attacking black long dragon, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

  The response of the ancestor of the Yang family was really fast.

  No chance to react at all.

  Grasp the timing of the fight very well, worthy of being an ancestor of the clan.

   Experienced in combat.

   Still can't underestimate the heroes of the world!

  However, even so, Mr. Zhang still does not think that the ancestor of the Yang family is his opponent.

   "I'll let you see what a real "dragon" is!"

  Master Zhang trembled with one arm, and his blood became more and more intense.

  Following Mr. Zhang's flashing hand with one hand.

  Bah, seal!

  In the **** clouds all over the sky behind him, there was a sudden continuous rolling.

   It seems that some monster was born.

   Soon, in the blink of an eye, a huge dragon head popped out.

  The two golden whiskers are not angry and majestic.

  Both eyes are blood red, without the slightest sense of sanity.

  Master Zhang leaped to the top of the dragon head in an instant.

  The blood-colored real dragon under it is more like a mount.

  Master Zhang's thoughts are scattered, maybe one day.

  He can also ride a dragon into Qingming, without enemies in the world!

  Thoughts radiate quickly and dissipate even faster.

   Did not continue to seal, Mr. Zhang stood at the head of the dragon, pointing at the red knife.

  The **** real dragon started to move.

  This real dragon has qi and blood as its bones, weather and vitality as its body, and the golden elixir without leakage.

   No need to form cumbersome printing knots.

  The black long dragon transformed by the ancestor of the Yang family also has the same effect.

  Headed by a black spear, with blood as his bones, and the vitality of heaven and earth as his incarnation.

   "Dawei Tianlong!"

  Following Mr. Zhang's movements, the blood-colored real dragon whizzed out carrying him, and slammed into the black long dragon.

  The blood-colored true dragon is about a hundred feet long, with a huge figure and a great majesty.

  The black dragon transformed by the ancestor of the Yang family is not that big anymore.

  He is only sixty feet tall, almost half the size of Zhang Jing.

   Most of the people on the ground are paying attention to the movement above the void.

   It's just that the people in the Sky Survey Department are very confident.

   And Yang's people all have worried expressions.

  The reason why the people in the Sky Survey Department have such confidence.

   Naturally, it comes from Zhang Jing's invincible record.

  Since Zhang Jing joined the Zhenwu Division, he has never lost a single defeat.

  This is confidence!

  The moment they were about to collide, Mr. Zhang jumped up.

   Again, he slashed out with all his strength.

   Daomang cut at the head of the black dragon first.

  Then, the **** real dragon's huge body suddenly hit it.

   "Boom"

  The extremely violent sound of the explosion was heard clearly by the Wusi people in Hongnongfu Town who came over ten miles away under the order of Zhang Jing.

  You can also see the cloud of blood covering the sky in the distance.

   "This is? Master Zhang is fighting?" Song Qingquan, the governor of Hongnong Mansion, turned his gaze to Chen Bo, Master Zhang Jingzhang's confidant.

   "Naturally," Chen Bo nodded calmly.

   Having been in contact with Zhang Jing for a while, he naturally knows what Zhang Jing did when he started.

   This blood cloud is one of them.

   "Master Zhang, are you sure? After all, it's the Yang family," even on the way of reinforcements, Song Qingquan, the governor, still hesitated.

  He has stayed in Hongnong Mansion for more than ten years, so he naturally understands Yang's strength.

  In order not to offend them, he, the governor, shrank to his grandma's house.

Why?

   Isn't it just that he is afraid of Yang's ancestor, who can be called a master of the strong in the Jindan realm?

   Until now, he still has some faint fear.

   These all stem from the fact that he had witnessed the scene where the ancestor of the Yang family fought against a great master of Jindan at close range.

  The shadow has been lingering, lest something bad happen.

   But he didn't think about it either. With the support of Zhen Wusi behind him, would Yang dare to do it?

  Hearing Song Qingquan's fearful words, Chen Bo curled his lips in disdain.

  How did such a person become a town governor?

  Even he is not as good as him, it is really a waste of the position of the chief official of Xinjiang.

   "Hmph, Master Song, what you should think about is that the ancestor of the Yang family can hold a few tricks in the hands of Master Zhang."

   "Two strokes."

  Master Zhang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a chuckle.

  Counting the knife that greeted him earlier, the ancestor of the Yang family had done two moves in his hands in total.

   Without him,

   Master Zhang is stronger.

  Golden elixir rank four beheading a golden elixir rank six is ​​really nothing to Mr. Zhang.

  The strong roar made everyone below cover their ears involuntarily.

   Many ordinary people in the Yang family who did not have a deep cultivation were shocked to death.

   Blood flows from the seven orifices.

  The remaining Yang family disciples who were alive saw a scene that made them despair.

   After the collision, the ancestor of the Yang family flew out in ragged clothes.

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