Chapter 1387 Do You Look Down on My Dragons?

Do you look down on my dragons?

Zhang Xing refined more than a dozen level 4 bloodline pills, and then stood up and walked out of the hall.

"They came quite quickly. Are they in a hurry to reincarnate?"

He muttered to himself and looked up at the horizon.

There was a dark cloud, flying towards the Demon Jade Mountain at a very fast speed.

In a blink of an eye, it was clear that those were not dark clouds at all, but a large number of central troops.

Flying in the front were three hundred red flame dragons, as well as thirty three-star and fifty one- and two-star war saints.

They did not hide their aura, and they felt a heart-pounding pressure even more from dozens of miles away.

The remaining hundreds of thousands of people in the Demon Jade Mountain also set up their formations, even if they were useless.

But they couldn't hide behind Zhang Xing tremblingly.

As the saying goes, the input does not lose the formation, and the momentum cannot fall.

Zhang Xing led the three dragons, Heibao, Baishang, and Wenjing, to fly into the air to meet the enemy.

Only they could face the terrifying pressure of the other side head-on.

A few minutes later, the coalition stopped a thousand meters in front of the Demon Jade Mountain.

The three-star war saints represented by Kang Sheng led three hundred red flame dragons to fly directly to Zhang Xing.

"Zhang Xing, surrender to us and we will spare your life, otherwise this day next year will be your death anniversary."

Kang Sheng said coldly.

"I don't want to kill you, you know the reason, don't be shameless."

Zhang Xing said unceremoniously.

"Tsk..."

Kang Sheng and others all curled their lips in disdain.

You are a kid from the West, I don't know what kind of shit luck you have to achieve your current achievements.

You don't know what your surname is, and you are still shamelessly teaching us a lesson.

Everyone knows the reason for not killing saints.

But that is a rule established a thousand years ago.

Now the world is peaceful, who cares about these broken rules.

Are there not many one- and two-star war saints who have died in the Central Continent in recent years?

It's just that few people know it.

You are still talking to us with false sincerity, who will listen.

"Zhang Xing, I don't know where you got the courage to say this to me, just relying on one person and these nine dragons?"

"Huh? Why are there only three? Oh, I remember, the other six are guarding the gate somewhere else."

Kang Sheng's tone was full of endless ridicule.

Others also looked contemptuous.

Even if you are a monster, how can you compete with all the forces in the Central Continent.

This is only a small part of the force.

If it were in the Central Continent, any of these forces would send out a five-star war saint to crush you and your dragon to death.

"Who said I only have three dragons? How can the power of me, Zhang Xing, be known by you, the loach who sits in the well and looks at the sky?"

Zhang Xing said, waving his hand.

Swish!

Nine neat teams of giant dragons appeared behind him.

As soon as these giant dragons appeared, they immediately stared at the three hundred red flame dragons.

The gunpowder smell between the two sides immediately ignited the surrounding air.

The Red Flame Dragon couldn't help but spurt out streams of blazing flames from its nostrils.

However, the panic in their eyes only flashed by.

It turned out to be just a group of dragons at the eighth level!

The pressure from the bloodline just now really scared them.

Kang Sheng and others were startled, but immediately showed a weird look.

Then they started laughing wildly.

"Hahahaha... I'm dying of laughter, you want to use these ninety eighth-level dragons to fight us?"

The people of Moyu Mountain were also happy, but then they became embarrassed.

Zhang Xing's strength was indeed beyond their expectations.

However... nine eighth-level dragons against three hundred tenth-level dragons...

Strong uneasiness and fear filled everyone's heart.

Zhang Xing looked indifferent, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

"What's wrong with the eighth-level dragon? Can't it be upgraded?"