Xiu Wujian's famous Sword Dao was so weak in front of Zhang Xing. At this moment, he was both afraid and unwilling.
He didn't expect Zhang Xing to be so powerful that he could easily break his Sword Dao without using the Heaven Piercing Halberd.
One had to know that he had used his full strength without holding back. The power of his Sword Dao was no weaker than Yellow Python's Sand Dao.
In his opinion, even if this attack couldn't kill Zhang Xing, it would at least injure him.
But the result made him pale with fright.
However, he hadn't lost yet, and he wouldn't admit defeat!
Zhang Xing had only broken his Sword Dao.
"Zhang Xing, you are indeed extraordinary. You have the Wind Dao, the Thunder Dao, and now the Light Divine Dao. However, I don't only have one Dao."
Xiu Wujian's injuries weren't serious, but because his Dao technique was broken, it affected his soul. While he was talking, he swallowed a few pills and temporarily suppressed it.
As he spoke, his aura changed again.
Different from the Sword Dao, this aura was not only evil, but also crazy and violent.
Xiu Wujian's expression was ferocious as he put his palms together. A strange scene appeared.
Two more arms grew out of his back.
These two arms were in the shape of flowers, like the eight groups of Demi-Gods and Dragons worshipped in temples.
At the same time, the violent aura on his body became even more violent with the addition of the two arms.
The sound of chanting could be faintly heard in the sky.
"Dao of Asura!"
When the geniuses outside Shura Sect saw this scene, they were all shocked.
Shura Sect's strongest Dao technique was this Dao.
The Dao of Asura differed from person to person. Everyone had their own Dao, and the Dao of Asura had its own Dao.
"Ancestor, what is the Dao of Asura?"
The child on the bone warship asked innocently.
"It is one of the Buddhist Kingdom's Six Dao, one of the eight groups of Demi-Gods and Dragons.
It is said to be a god, but it doesn't have the good deeds of a god. It is similar to a demon.
It is said to be a demon, but it has the power of a god.
Although it is said to be a human, it has the seven emotions and six desires of a human, but it also has the power of a Heavenly God and a Ghost Hunter. "
"Human Dao and Heavenly Dao are good Daos. Asura is kind by nature and is also one of the good Daos. However, because he often has a heart of hatred and a will to fight, he is not a true good Daos."
The old man said patiently. Looking at the four-armed Xiu Wujian, he shook his head slightly.
"I've only cultivated four arms … the difference is too great!"
The child at the side was puzzled and scratched his ears and cheeks again.
"Zhang Xing, if you can break my Dao of Asura, my life is yours!"
As Xiu Wujian spoke, his four arms formed a series of hand seals, and a series of blood-colored scriptures appeared.
In the blink of an eye, these blood-red scriptures formed a one hundred and twenty thousand feet tall Demonic Eight.
The Octadic Spectral Eight wore dark red armor and also had four arms. Each arm held a blood mace.
There was a loud rumble!
As soon as the Eight moved, the entire earth trembled.
With the exception of a limited number of people present, the rest of the people present were suppressed to the point of suffocation by the aura emanating from it.
"With such power, I'm afraid it has already surpassed the early stage of the fifth level of the Divine Realm. If it wasn't for Zhang Xing, Xiu Wujian would definitely be able to enter the top three!"
Many of the sect masters and elders of the older generation tried their best to resist this suffocating and impulsive desire to worship.
"Xiu Wujian is definitely qualified to take charge of the Asura Sect and inherit the title of Asura King!"
Although the other spectators in the distance didn't circulate their energy to resist like those present, they also felt their souls tremble and were terrified.
"Zhang Xing is finished!
He can't defeat such a powerful Eight! "
Xiu Wujian's eyes widened in anger as he pointed at Zhang Xing fiercely. "I'll send you to Asura Hell to repent and never reincarnate!"
The Godly Eight waved its four arms, and the Blood Mace suddenly erupted with four even more powerful auras, locking onto Zhang Xing's soul and smashing down in an instant.
When Ge Song and the others saw such a terrifying scene, they were so shocked that they forgot to breathe. Their mouths were wide open, and they didn't move as they looked up at the sky.
Zhang Xing was like an ant in front of the Eight, but he didn't panic at all. He just stood there calmly.
The four blood mace were like four mountain ranges that stretched across heaven and earth as they smashed down on him.
No matter which direction he fled in, he wouldn't be able to escape the attack range of the blood mace.
"Zhang Xing is dead for sure!"
Some of the Demon Sect's geniuses who were ranked at the bottom had a ferocious expression as they clenched their fists. Their nervous eyes were filled with eagerness as they hoped that the blood mace would be faster!
In the Demon Sect's seats, Jin Dai Yi was also nervous. There were several times when he wanted to stand up and remind Zhang Xing to be careful.
However, Zhang Xing had already been listed as the number one enemy of the Demon Sect and Asura Sect, so he couldn't speak.
Xiu Wuxue felt the same. After all, Zhang Xing had shown mercy and let them off once.
They couldn't reject this kindness.
They no longer had any enmity towards Zhang Xing. Instead, it was a feeling of admiration or empathy.
Princess Huarong's lips curled up slightly as she revealed a complicated expression.
It was as if she had released her hatred, but also as if she was extremely nervous.
She hoped that Zhang Xing would be defeated. She really wanted to see Zhang Xing's expression after he failed.
However, she knew that in such a battle environment, Zhang Xing might be smashed into pieces and his soul scattered.
She couldn't bear it.
After all, Zhang Xing was now the Human King of the human race. He was the strongest person and the leader of the generation.
If he died, the human race would be in a miserable state in the future.
The remaining members of the Demon Sect would definitely wait for an opportunity to take revenge.
The Demon Sect and Asura Sect would also suppress the northern tribes even more.
At that time, without the ancestor, who would be able to save the human race?
Therefore, Princess Huarong's heart was conflicted.
She hated and feared Zhang Xing at the same time. She was also extremely curious about him.
She wanted to attract Zhang Xing's attention and gain Zhang Xing's recognition!
Even if it was just once, even if it was just a sentence, Princess Huarong had contributed to the human race!
However, Zhang Xing wasn't even willing to look at her. He had already treated her like air. How could she endure this!
Now, not only was Zhang Xing indifferent towards her, even the other young masters were standing against her.
Princess Huarong wasn't a fool. She knew that she had angered everyone.
However, how could the arrogant her lower her head and admit her mistake?
At this moment, the four rays of blood light were less than a hundred feet away from Zhang Xing.
Zhang Xing's expression was indifferent as his figure moved.
Swoosh!
A figure rushed out from his body!
In an instant, this figure reached the heavens and the earth, surpassing the height of the Group of Eight.
It was an identical Zhang Xing. His black robe fluttered and his long hair danced.
Roar!
A huge dragon's roar came out from his mouth. The 18 forms of the Dragon Fist merged into one.
Eighteen huge dragons that were more than a hundred and twenty thousand feet long revolved around Zhang Xing's fist and merged into a super divine dragon that stunned everyone!
"Oh my god!
What kind of Dao Art is this? "
"Why are there two Zhang Xing?"
"His soul is stronger than Xiu Wujian's!"
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The spectators who couldn't understand were shocked and confused. The geniuses who could understand were extremely shocked.