One knife,

Just one knife, the Miao people who had three transformations of the Golden Pill had no bones left, and they did not even leave a last word.

How can this not shock Miao Zong?

Not only him, the high priest in black robe still wrapped his whole body, but his expression was also extremely shocked.

Needless to say, the tribal leaders in the innate realm and those from the Miao family.

After slashing out with one sword, Zhang Jing did not stop at the same place.

Instead, he quickly used his body skills and quickly came to Chu Kuangren's side.

He reached out and pulled the black iron chain out directly from the hands of several innate masters.

At this time, Miao Zong's methods were already approaching.

Although he did not react when Miao Renfeng died just now, he did not stay in place stupidly.

Starting from Zhang Jing taking action without saying a word, Miao Zong knew that Zhang Jing was the enemy.

It was a sword energy of dozens of feet burst out from Miao Zong's sword.

It’s not that he didn’t have a sword, but there is no need to use it when dealing with Chu Kuangren.

Zhang Jing shook his arm with one arm, and a layer of protective divine shield condensed by golden light in front of him blocked him.

"boom......"

A roar exploded, and the sword energy directly hit the shield in front of Zhang Jing under Miao Zong's control.

"Click..."

Zhang Jing could clearly hear the cracking sound in front of him.

Under the bombardment of that sword, the golden cover was shattered.

This is a very normal thing, and Zhang Jing never puts hope on defense.

All he wanted was this moment of pause.

After the golden cover was broken, Zhang Jing slashed out with one sword, directly extinguishing the sword light that Miao Zong burst out.

With the help of this power, Zhang Jing controlled Chu Kuangren and the other four to retreat hundreds of meters away.

"Brother Zhang..." A trace of surprise flashed in Chu Kuangren's eyes.

After all, according to his estimate, Zhang Jing will take at least three days to arrive in southern Xinjiang.

"Brother Chu will wait a moment before I solve these miscellaneous things," Zhang Jing controlled Chu Kuangren and others to slowly fall into the ground.

Miao Zong's face was extremely solemn. He felt an extremely dangerous aura on the man in black in front of him.

Zhang Jing, who was about to make moves, suddenly stood there.

He reached out and grabbed it, and in the void beside him, a small insect the size of a rice grain was caught in his hand.

Zhang Jing turned his gaze to the man in black behind Miao Zong.

When Zhang Jing discovered the Gu insect, a hint of panic flashed in the high priest's eyes.

"Is this a worm? Haha...trash."

Zhang Jing reached out and grabbed the insect in his hand and directly pinched the insect in his hand into powder.

The high priest groaned, his mind and the insects were connected together, and Zhang Jing destroyed the insects, and he was also affected.

"High Priest, you and I will work together to fight back this person," Miao Zong hurriedly sent a message.

The pressure felt on Zhang Jing made him basically sure that he was definitely not an opponent.

And judging from his appearance, he must be Chu Kuangren's reinforcements.

The Miao family beat Chu Kuangren to death, and there was basically no possibility of reconciliation.

Therefore, now he can only place his hope on the high priest beside him.

He knew that this was the power of the high priest, not inferior to him, and he was considered a top-level powerhouse on the periphery of southern Xinjiang.

"It is not easy to repel such a strong man. Your Miao family must increase the resources of my tribe tenfold this year," the high priest said.

His voice was like a child, but it seemed strange that such a voice came from a man in black robe like him.

"Okay, I promise you." Miao Zong gritted his teeth and said.

If it were not for the help of the high priest, his fate would probably be better than that of the Miao people.

"Hehehehe..." A strange smile came from the high priest's black robe.

Then, the high priest's hand stretched out from his black robe.

It was a pair of rotten palms, and the densely packed insects on his hands were biting his flesh and blood.

"Go, go and turn him into a pool of blood," the high priest's rotten palm gently waved, and waved the worms attached to his hands.

But this was not finished. The high priest then began to gesture mysterious movements in his hands and chanted spells that others could not understand.

A grimace the size of a palm quickly grew bigger and rushed towards Zhang Jing at an extremely fast speed.

Miao Zong was not idle either. While the high priest took action, he directly pinched the seal and a three-headed demon dragon that was hundreds of feet tall was condensed in an instant.

"Ho huh huh..."

The demon dragon roared out, as if it was roaring.

Zhang Jing stood expressionlessly in the void, and a shocking dragon roar instantly resounded through a hundred miles of radius.

If it weren't for southern Xinjiang, it would definitely attract a lot of people to watch the battle.

The sound of dragon roar fell, and then, a huge dragon head protruded out of the clouds in the rolling demon cloud behind Zhang Jing.

The dragon's head and eyes were red, and the two dragon horns were black, like a demon dragon. The two long golden dragon beards at the corner of the mouth showed majesty.

"roar......"

The demon dragon roared again, and the demon clouds around him rolled around and were absorbed by the demon dragon.

It took only a moment, one head a hundred feet long, and the whole pure black dragon condensed.

As Zhang Jing's movements, the black dragon roared out angrily.

This was Zhang Jing's full-strength attack. The golden elixir in his body continued to rotate, and the vitality of heaven and earth within a radius of thousands of meters was absorbed and condensed on the black dragon.

A terrifying face several feet tall suddenly showed a look of horror on his face. Then, the black dragon opened his mouth and swallowed it directly. The insects raised by the high priest could not even get close to Zhang Jing's body.

As Zhang Jing raised his palm, the artistic conception of the sea of ​​blood was instantly revealed, and a piece of Gu worm in front of him was twisted into powder.

When the ghost faces and the insects are destroyed.

There was a "puff..." sound.

The high priest suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood.

When he looked at Zhang Jing again, his face was filled with horror.

The strange face that had been practicing for many years was one of his strongest methods, but in front of the black dragon, he swallowed it like a toy, and instantly cut off the mental connection between the two of them.

Miao Zong kept sealing in his hand, controlling the three demon dragons and rushing towards the black dragon.

Judging from the size, there is actually no big difference between the two.

But if you look closer, you can see the difference between the two.

The black dragon is obviously much more delicate than the three demon dragons. The scales on its body are as solid as it is, and it also exudes a bloodthirsty aura.

The three demon dragons are more illusory, and they are more like filling them up casually.

A larger body does not mean that the stronger the power is. If Zhang Jing is willing, there is no problem in increasing the black dragon to three hundred feet.

But in that case, the power will be dispersed, far less powerful than this.

At this moment, everyone in the field was paying attention to the showdown between the two demon dragons.

Because victory or defeat is related to the life and death of everyone present.

The high priest stared at the two of them with a tight look. He was ready. As long as Miao Zong was defeated, he would leave without saying a word, because he felt a lot of pressure on Zhang Jing.

Even an old guy like him who feeds on people all year round would feel unbearable.

Chu Kuangren lay on the ground and prayed that the seal mirror could win.

It was him asking for help that Zhang Jing came to help regardless of the distance. If Zhang Jing really lost, he would feel that it would be more uncomfortable than death than him.

Because, once Zhang Jing is defeated, he will definitely end up deadly.

Unlike Chu Kuangren's worries, Zhang Jing didn't think he would lose, and he lost because of a guy whose cultivation level was not as good as himself.

"roar......"

"roar......"

The three demon dragons and the black dragon roared at the same time, and then collided directly.

"boom......"
To be continued...