Such a battle can be considered a fight between gods and immortals for them.

It is not something they can bear if they are slightly affected.

The wind and clouds changed color, and blood stained half of the sky.

This is no longer something that humans can do.

Even the general innate peak cannot do such a thing.

This must be achieved by controlling the vitality of heaven and earth to a certain extent.

The sword energy in the sky was swept away, replaced by a blood-colored sword light.

Yunzhong Sanren, who had left after seeing the situation was not good, had been beaten into powder by Zhang Jing's blow.

The fate of the ancestor of the Yun family and others was not better than that of him.

After sweeping out the sword light's giant finger, Lord Zhang did not stop and then launched another attack.

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

All were poured on the palace below.

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

After taking all his strength several times, the fragile palace had long been beaten into ruins.

This is not because Shangjing Imperial City has a great formation, and the materials used are also very extraordinary.

Only by doing so can one not suffer devastating damage in the aftermath of the battle between heaven and man.

The materials used here are all ordinary objects, and they can't stand Lord Zhang's methods at all.

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

His appearance was very miserable at this moment, with one arm, one leg, and half of his face disappeared.

The injuries on the face were visible to bones, and black blood was constantly emerging from both eyes.

Almost half of the person is left.

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

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

The only one who still stood on the ground was the ancestor of the Yun family. His strength was much stronger than the ancestor of the Zhen family and the ancestor of the Song family.

It is precisely because of this that he can get a little better.

However, it's just a little bit.

His clothes were already torn, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

There was no sign of the appearance of being so energetic that he wanted to suppress Zhang Jing before.

However, although his appearance is miserable, his posture is still upright.

There is no sign of bend at all.

He seemed very demeanor, but his eyes were betrayed him ruthlessly.

All he had was fear left in his eyes, his chest was undulating, and his fingers were trembling slightly.

He was scared.

I was frightened by Zhang Jing's terrifying strength.

In his eyes, Zhang Jing seemed to be a demon god, just simply wielding his palm and waving his sword.

The bursting strength made them desperate.

I can't even raise any fighting spirit.

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

If it were before, the ancestor of the Yun family would never believe it.

But now, there is no way to not believe it, because Zhang Jing has clearly revealed it.

This is also one of the reasons that scared him.

They are both the nine orifices of the innate, and they are both the peak of the innate.

Even he was immersed in this realm for much longer than Zhang Jing, but his strength was very different.

Compared with Zhang Jing, he is like a child.

He is no match for his fingers casually.

The blood in the sky gradually faded away, and the gathering dark clouds were dispersed.

The sky has become the sunny and sunny again.

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

If there is no setting off the scene in front of you,

Everything was so beautiful.

Zhang Jing slowly fell to the ground, and the originally plain white robe was still clean, without even a trace of blood.

If I hadn't held a deep long sword in my hand, I could have called it a saying, "The gentle young man."

"Uh, huh, uh."

The Song family ancestor who was lying on the ground was not sure what he was saying in his throat. His originally gray hair and beard were already stained redder than his own blood.

Like a bloodthirsty devil.

"rustle."

Zhang Jing slowly approached the ancestor of the Yun family and looked around him slightly.

"You are very strong," said the ancestor of the Yun family with some trembling.

Zhang Jing nodded without hesitation and said:

"It's just a highlight. You are too trash and you can't even let me out with all your strength."
Chapter completed!