Chapter 2409 Shura Road

Shura Dao

Xiu Wujian's famous sword art was so fragile in front of Zhang Xing that he felt both fear and unwillingness.

He didn't expect Zhang Xing to be so powerful that he could easily break his sword art without using the Tongtian Battle Halberd.

You know, he used all his strength without reservation, and the power of the strongest sword art was no less than the Yellow Sand Dao of the Yellow Python.

In his mind, even if this attack couldn't kill Zhang Xing, he would be badly injured.

But the result shocked him.

But he hasn't lost yet, and he doesn't admit defeat!

Zhang Xing just broke his sword art.

"Zhang Xing, you are really extraordinary. You have the wind way, the thunder and lightning way, and now you even have the light god way, but I Xiu Wujian also has more than just one way."

Xiu Wujian's injury was not serious, but because the way was broken, it affected his soul. While talking, he swallowed a few pills and temporarily suppressed it.

As Xiu Wujian spoke, his aura changed again.

Unlike the sword art, the aura at this time is not only evil, but also full of crazy and violent aura.

Xiu Wujian's face was ferocious, and he put his hands together, and a strange scene appeared.

Two more arms grew on his back.

These two arms were like holding flowers, just like the Eight Immortals worshipped in the temple.

At the same time, the violent aura on his body became more violent with the two extra arms.

There was a faint sound of chanting in the sky.

"Ashura Dao!"

The Tianjiao outside the Shura Sect was shocked when he saw this scene.

The strongest Taoism of the Shura Sect is this Tao.

The Shura Dao varies from person to person. People have the appearance of all living beings, and the Shura Dao has the way of all living beings.

"Ancestor, what is the Shura Dao?"

The child on the white bone warship asked innocently again.

"It is one of the six paths of the Buddha Kingdom and one of the eight gods of the heavenly dragons.

It is said to be a god, but it does not have the good deeds of the gods, and it is similar to the ghosts.

It is said to be a ghost, but it has the power and supernatural powers of gods.

It is said to be a human, although it has the seven emotions and six desires of humans, it also has the power and evil of gods and ghosts."

"The human way and the way of heaven are good ways. Shura is kind by nature and is also one of the good ways, but because it often carries hatred and the will to fight, it is not a real good person."

The old man said patiently, looking at Xiu Wujian with four arms below, and shook his head slightly.

"I have only cultivated four arms... I am too far away!"

The child on the side was confused and scratched his head again.

"Zhang Xing, if you can break my Shura way, this life will be yours!"

Xiu Wujian said, and his four arms pinched the seals, and blood-colored scriptures like a huge bell emerged.

These blood-colored scriptures instantly formed a 120,000-foot-tall Tianlong Babu.

These eight people were wearing dark red armor and also had four arms, each holding a blood mace.

With a loud bang!

The whole earth trembled as the eight people moved.

The power they exuded was so overwhelming that everyone except a few people at the scene could hardly breathe.

"Such a power is probably more than the ordinary fifth-level early stage of the God Realm. If it weren't for Zhang Xing, Xiu Wujian would definitely be in the top three!"

Many old-generation sect masters and elders struggled to resist this suffocating and impulsive desire to worship.

"Xiu Wujian is absolutely qualified to take power in the Shura Sect and inherit the title of Shura King!"

Although other spectators in the distance did not use their power to resist like those on the scene, they also felt their souls trembling and were terrified.

"Zhang Xing is finished! He can't possibly defeat such a powerful group of Eight Tribes!"

Xiu Wujian's true body opened his eyes wide with anger, and pointed at Zhang Xing like a ferocious demon: "I'll send you to the Shura Hell to repent, and you will never be reborn!"

The Eight Tribes that can reach the sky waved their four arms, and the blood mace suddenly burst out with four more powerful auras, locking Zhang Xing's soul and smashing it down in an instant.

Seeing such a horrible scene, Ge Song and others were so shocked that they forgot to breathe, opened their mouths, motionless, and looked up at the sky.

Zhang Xing was like an ant in front of the Eight Tribes, but he was not panicked at all, just standing calmly.

The four blood maces were like four mountains across the sky and earth, smashing down head-on.

No matter which direction you escape from, you can't escape the attack range of the blood mace.

"Zhang Xing is dead!"

The Tianjiao who ranked low in the demon sect had a ferocious face, clenched his fists, and in his nervous eyes, he eagerly hoped that the blood mace would go faster and faster!

At the Demon Sect seat, Jin Daiyi also looked nervous and wanted to stand up several times to remind Zhang Xing to be careful.

But Zhang Xing had been listed as the number one enemy by the Demon Sect and the Shura Sect, so he couldn't speak.

Xiu Wuxue felt the same way. After all, Zhang Xing showed mercy and let them go once.

This kindness must be appreciated.

They no longer had any hostility towards Zhang Xing. They were all completely admiring or sympathetic.

Princess Huarong's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a particularly complex expression on her face.

It seemed that there was a kind of hatred that was released, and there seemed to be an extremely nervous expression.

She hoped that Zhang Xing would be defeated, and she especially wanted to see Zhang Xing's expression after his failure.

But she knew that in such a combat environment, Zhang Xing would most likely be crushed to pieces and his soul would be scattered.

She felt a little bit reluctant.

After all, Zhang Xing is now the human king, the strongest, and the leader of the generation of the human race.

If he died, what a miserable scene the human race would be in the future.

The remnants of the demon sect will definitely wait for an opportunity to take action and avenge their previous humiliation.

The Demon Sect and the Shura Sect will intensify their suppression of the northern tribes.

At that time, without the ancestor, who else can turn the tide and save the human race?

So, Princess Huarong was conflicted.

She hated and feared Zhang Xing, and was also very curious about him.

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

Even if it was only once, even if she only said one sentence, you, Princess Huarong, have made contributions to the human race!

However, Zhang Xing didn't even want to look at her, and had already treated her like air, which made her feel embarrassed!

Now it's not just Zhang Xing who is indifferent to her, even other young masters have stood against her.

Princess Huarong is not a fool, she knows that she has offended the public.

But how can she, who is so proud, bow her head and admit her mistakes.

At this moment, the four blood lights were less than a hundred feet away from Zhang Xing.

And Zhang Xing's face was indifferent, and his figure moved.

Swish!

A figure rushed out from him!

In an instant, this figure was so tall that it reached the sky and the earth, surpassing the height of the Eight Tribes.

An identical Zhang Xing, with black clothes fluttering and long hair flying.

Roar!

A roar of a giant dragon came out of his mouth, and the eighteen styles of dragon fist merged into one in an instant.

Eighteen giant dragons over 120,000 feet long were seen spinning around Zhang Xing's fist and merging into a super dragon that stunned everyone else!

"Oh my God! What kind of Taoism is this?"

"How can there be two Zhang Xings?"

"His soul is more powerful than Xiu Wujian's!"

"..."

The audience who couldn't understand expressed shock and confusion, and the geniuses who could understand were extremely shocked.