Super Dragon Cultivation System

The famous swordless sword path was extremely weak in front of Zhang Xing, and he was filled with fear and dissatisfaction.    

    

He did not expect Zhang Xing to be so strong, to be able to easily break his way of the sword without using the heavenly halberd.    

    

One had to know that he used his full strength without reservation, and the might of his Supreme Sword Truth was not the least bit inferior to the Yellow Python's path of sands.    

    

In his opinion, even if he could not kill Zhang Xing with this strike, he would at least let Zhang Xing suffer a miserable death.    

    

However, the result made him turn pale with fright.    

    

However, he had not lost, and he would not admit defeat!    

    

Zhang Xing had only broken his Sword Truth.    

    

"Zhang Xing, you are indeed extraordinary, you have the Dao of Wind and the Dao of Lightning, and you actually have the Divine Light Dao, but I am not a cultivator with no sword, and I do not only have one type of Dao."    

    

Xiu Wu Jian's injuries were not serious, but because the mantra was broken, it affected his soul. While he was speaking, he took the chance to swallow a few Pills and temporarily suppressed them.    

    

As Xiu Wu Jian spoke, his aura changed again.    

    

Different from Sword Truth, this current aura was not only demonic and charming, but also brimming with a wild and violent aura.    

    

Xiu Wu Jian's expression was ferocious as he placed his palms together, a bizarre scene appeared.    

    

Two more arms sprouted from his back.    

    

These two arms were in the shape of flowers, looking very much like the eight heavenly dragon tribes that were worshiped in the temple.    

    

At the same time, the berserk aura on his body became even more berserk along with the addition of his two arms.    

    

The sound of chanting scriptures could be heard in the sky.    

    

"Asura Dao!"    

    

When the Heaven's Pride outside the Asura Sect saw this scene, all of their faces paled.    

    

This was the Asura Sect's strongest Tao technique.    

    

The Shura's dao differed from person to person. The Shura's dao had a myriad of life forms, and the Shura's dao had a myriad of life forms.    

    

"Patriarch, what is the Asura Dao?"    

    

The child on the boat asked innocently.    

    

"It is one of the Six Daos of the Buddha, one of the Eight Dragons Gods.    

    

Although it was called a god, it did not have the kindness of a god. It was similar to a ghost.    

    

Although it was called a ghost, it had the power of a god.    

    

Although it has emotions and desires, it still possesses the might of a god and a demon. "    

    

"Humanity and the Heavenly Dao are good ways. Asura has a kind nature and is also one of the good ways. However, because she often carries resentment and has a competitive will, she is not a true good person."    

    

The Old Man said patiently, looking at the four arms Xiu Wu Jian below, he shook his head slightly.    

    

"Only four arms formed ?" "The difference is too great!"    

    

The child at the side scratched his head in confusion when he heard this.    

    

"Zhang Xing, if you can break through my Shura's path, then this life will be yours!"    

    

As Xiu Wu Jian spoke, his four arms began to form hand seals. Streams of blood-colored scriptures similar to the Great Lu and Hong Zhong appeared.    

    

These blood-colored scriptures instantly formed a one hundred thousand meter tall Eight Tribes of the Heavenly Dragon Tribe.    

    

All eight were clad in dark red armor. They also had four arms, and each of them held a trump card.    

    

Boom!    

    

The eight tribes' bodies moved, causing the entire earth to tremble.    

    

Other than the limited number of people present, the rest of the people present could not even breathe from the pressure.    

    

"Such power, I'm afraid it has already surpassed the ordinary early fifth level of the God Realm. If not for Zhang Xing, Cultivators without swords would definitely be able to enter the top three!"    

    

Many of the older generation's Master s and elders struggled to resist this suffocating yet impulsive desire to bow down to him.    

    

"Xiu Wu Jian definitely has the qualifications to rule the Asura Sect and inherit the title of Asura King!"    

    

Although the other spectators in the distance didn't channel their martial arts to resist like the people at the scene, they still felt their souls trembling in fear.    

    

"Zhang Xing is finished! It is impossible for him to defeat such a powerful crowd of eight tribes! "    

    

The cultivation swordless real body glared as he pointed viciously at Zhang Xing, "I shall send you to hell to repent and never reincarnate again!"    

    

With a wave of the four arms, the blood trump card released four more powerful auras that locked onto Zhang Xing's soul and smashed it down.    

    

When Ge Song and the rest saw such a terrifying scene, they were so shocked that they forgot to breathe.    

    

In front of the people from the eight tribes, Zhang Xing was like a ants.    

    

The four trump cards were like four mountains that cut through the heaven and earth, smashing down towards his head.    

    

No matter which direction you run, you won't be able to escape the attack range of the Blood Mace.    

    

"Zhang Xing is dead for sure!"    

    

Heaven's Pride who had a ranking in the Demon Sect had a sinister expression on his face. He clenched his fists tightly as his anxious eyes once again hoped for his blood mace to move faster!    

    

In the Devil Sect's seating area, Jin Ziyi's expression was anxious as well. He wanted to stand up several times and remind Zhang Xing to be careful.    

    

However, Zhang Xing had already been named as the number one most powerful enemy by the Demon Sect and Asura Sect, so he could not speak up.    

    

After all, Zhang Xing had shown mercy and let them go this time.    

    

He had to accept this favor.    

    

They no longer held any hostility towards Zhang Xing, but rather, had a sense of admiration or appreciation for each other.    

    

The corner of Princess Hua Rong's mouth raised slightly, and his face revealed an extremely complicated expression.    

    

It was as if some kind of hatred had been released, but it also seemed like there was an extremely nervous expression on his face.    

    

She hoped that Zhang Xing would be defeated, and wanted to see the expression on his face when he failed.    

    

But she knew that in this kind of battle environment, it was very likely that Zhang Xing would be smashed to pieces, and his soul would be destroyed.    

    

She could not bear to do so.    

    

After all, Zhang Xing was now the Mortal King of Homo sapiens, the strongest warrior, the leader of his generation.    

    

If he died, how miserable would the Homo sapiens be in the future?    

    

The remnants of the Demon Sect would definitely wait for the right opportunity to make their move, to wash away their past grudges.    

    

The Demon and Asura Sects would only intensify their suppression of the northern tribes.    

    

At that time, if the ancestor was not here, who could save the Homo sapiens from the raging waves?    

    

Therefore, Princess Hua Rong's heart was in contradiction.    

    

She hated Zhang Xing but also had fear and a strong curiosity.    

    

She wanted to attract Zhang Xing's attention, get his attention, and confirm!    

    

Even if it's only once, or even if you just need to say it, Princess Hua Rong has contributed greatly to the Homo sapiens!    

    

However, Zhang Xing didn't even bother to look at her, as he had already treated her like a air.    

    

Now, not only was Zhang Xing cold and emotionless towards her, even the other young masters had stood against her.    

    

Princess Hua Rong was not an idiot, she knew that she had incurred the wrath of the masses.    

    

But how could the haughty her lower her head in apology?    

    

At this moment, the four streaks of bloody light were already less than three hundred meters away from Zhang Xing.    

    

Zhang Xing's face was indifferent, his figure moving.    

    

Swish!    

    

A figure rushed out from his body!    

    

In the blink of an eye, this figure pierced through the heavens and surpassed the height of the people from the eight tribes.    

    

An identical Zhang Xing, Black floating in the air, with long hair fluttering in the wind.    

    

Roar!    

    

A Giant dragon roar came out of his mouth as the 18 forms of the Dragon Fist merged together in a blink of an eye.    

    

All they saw was eighteen Giant dragon that were over one hundred and sixty thousand meters long spinning around Zhang Xing's fist to form a super divine dragon that stunned everyone else!    

    

"Oh my god!" "What mantra is this?"    

    

"Why are there two Zhang Xing s?"    

    

"His soul is even stronger than the Swordless Sword's!"    

    

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An audience that could not understand expressed their shock and bewilderment, and Heaven's Pride who could understand were incomparably dumbstruck.