The phantom of the demon god on Zhang Jian's body is pitch black, with three sides, eight arms, and roaring again and again, which is daunting.

"He's too strong, he can't beat him at all, run, run!"

"The physical body can't be defeated, and the magic is also swallowed by him, how can I fight this, I don't want the blood of the ancestral dragon, I don't want to die!"

"This is not a human at all, this is a demon, we have all been deceived, if we don't run, we will be killed by him!"

In an instant, dozens of divine dragons were frightened and left the four-dimensional space-time, not daring to stay here.

And the rest are all ugly and ready to move.

Rumble!

Zhang Jian rushed out suddenly, like an arrow off the string, the speed was amazingly fast, and he broke directly into the dragons.

The demon body is vertical and horizontal, punching and legging, seriously injuring one by one dragon.

An iron-backed divine dragon was hit by Zhang Jian's punch.

Suddenly, the dragon broke its bones, howled miserably, spewed out a large mouthful of dragon blood, and fell out of the four-dimensional space-time.

A red god dragon was kicked by Zhang Jian, and in an instant, the dragon's head shattered, its head exploded, and it died directly.

The screams were endless, resounding throughout Zhou Tian, Zhang Jian was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, the demonic energy was rolling, and he kept shooting.

These divine dragons had cast magic before, and one by one the dragon qi was seriously consumed, and at this time, they were hit by Zhang Jian, and they were either killed or injured.

Among the dragon altars.

Many divine dragons saw that in the four-dimensional time and space, Zhang Jian was chasing all the divine dragons alone, and they were also shocked in their hearts.

In their minds, the dragon race is always the most powerful and the highest of all races.

Even if it is the Protoss, in their eyes, it is lower than themselves.

However, at this time, they saw that the best of their juniors were chased and killed by a human being.

This sense of shock made the turtle shell in their hearts shatter.

"Kill!"

Several powerful divine dragons did not retreat, but advanced, rushed towards Zhang Jian, and actually took the initiative to attack and kill.

The blue light is shining, and the giant shadow of the dragon is Qingze.

In addition to Qing Ze, there are also strong people such as Feng Yuan, Thunderstorm, and Yun Chi, who are comparable to the Divine Son and Goddess.

They came together and attacked Zhang Jian together, trying to defeat Zhang Jian.

"You want to deal with me too?"

Zhang Jian smiled coldly, clenched his hands into fists, and punched out violently.

"Boom!"

The three-faced, eight-armed demon god appeared behind him, and then quickly exploded, infinite demonic energy, pouring into this punch.

At that moment, a terrifying black light burst out from between Zhang Jian's palms.

Heaven and earth collapsed, and the sun and moon were chaotic.

The void exploded, the four-dimensional space-time was violently understood, and the space cracked into a huge black hole.

The monstrous demonic aura swept through the entire four-dimensional space-time.

At this time, Zhang Jian was cast into a real god and demon body, which was enough to shatter the universe, blast through the sky, and go against the trend to cut down the sky.

In a flash.

Feng Yuan, Thunderstorm and the others were directly knocked away by the punch, and the golden dragon blood spurted out, like a spring.

Their bodies crackled, I don't know how many ribs were broken, and they were seriously injured in an instant, and they didn't know if they were alive or dead.

"How is that possible!"

Qing Ze's face was pale, the sense of crisis in his heart exploded, and his body quickly regressed, wanting to escape.

"You can't escape, go die!"

This punch went towards Qingze fiercely.

"Boom!"

That moment.

The terrifying power that could not be described in words exploded in Zhang Jian's fist.

The sun and the moon reversed, and the heavens and the earth collapsed, like a Kunpeng striking the three thousand worlds, and Tianzun opened up chaos with an axe.

Everyone only felt that the sky was falling apart.

Rumble!

This punch landed on Qing Ze's body, and in an instant, it exploded Qing Ze.

The sky is full of dragon blood and keel, sprinkled throughout the entire four-dimensional space-time.

The rest of the divine dragons, frightened, quickly left the four-dimensional space-time, for fear that they would walk slowly, and they were killed by Zhang Jian's punch.

As for the dozen or so Wulong Tianjiao, they were even more unbearable, and they were directly slapped away by the fluctuation of fist strength.

to the end.

In the entire four-dimensional space-time, only Zhang Jian and the True Dragon Goddess remained.

"How is this possible, how can he be so strong, he killed several Tianjiao with one punch, and even scared everyone into shock, and fled directly from the four-dimensional time and space. ”

"It's terrifying, this kind of power can't be resisted at all, even the ordinary Great God Realm, can't resist it. ”

"What is the origin of this person, is he a human or a demon?"

In the dragon altar, a pair of eyes burst out with a terrifying gaze, stunned.

No one could have imagined that Zhang Jian would be so strong, and he would defeat all the dragon clan Tianjiao alone.

That's three hundred of them.

Everyone who dares to participate in the battle is confident in their own strength, and they are also the best among the major dragon clans.

However, when they joined forces, they couldn't defeat Zhang Jian alone, and they were killed a lot by Zhang Jian.

At this time, the dazzling dragon blood, dragon bones, and dragon corpses in the four-dimensional space-time were like heavy hammers, smashing their hearts.

Let them be completely blown away.

"Brother Sword God, you are my idol, oh oh oh!"

Shui Yan was extremely excited, and the whole person trembled rapidly, eager to rush up and hug Zhang Jian immediately.

In his eyes, Zhang Jian at this time has invincible qualifications, let him worship and make him fanatical.

And the Xuanlong on Shui Yan's back breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Zhang Jian in the four-dimensional time and space, with a smile in his eyes.

This man has never let her down.

"Aoze!"

In the Qingshen Dragon Clan, the Aoki Patriarch had a sad face, tears flowing from his eyes.

It's not just Aoki patriarch.

In the four-dimensional space-time, there were many divine dragons killed by Zhang Jian, and many were seriously injured although they did not die.

For a while, the atmosphere of sorrow permeated the entire Dragon Altar.

But no one can blame them, because they signed a life and death certificate, and no matter whether they live or die, even if they die, they can't blame others.

However, there were still a pair of eyes full of hatred and anger, staring at Zhang Jian in the four-dimensional time and space.

Apparently.

They have completely hated Zhang Jian.

At this time, in the four-dimensional space-time.

Zhang Jian dispersed the phantom of the demon god, and the whole person returned to its original state.

He didn't hear the hateful gaze of many divine dragons, but he turned around and looked at the true dragon goddess.

"I'm sorry, I need to give this drop of ancestral dragon blood to Xuanlong. ”

Zhang Jian spoke calmly, and the True Dragon Goddess was silent, and finally nodded.

"I'll quit, but the dragon sword, I want to get it in advance!"

The True Dragon Goddess also put forward her own conditions.

Zhang Jian did not refuse and nodded.

Soon, the True Dragon Priestess left the four-dimensional space-time and returned to the Shui Ao Patriarch.

At this time, in the four-dimensional space-time, only Zhang Jian was left.

That is, the battle for the battle, the ultimate winner.

It's him.

A human who defeated all the dragons and became the final winner.

This result made all the Divine Dragon Clan's eyes red and full of hatred.

At this time, he stared at Zhang Jian deadly, and the dull atmosphere enveloped the entire world.

But they didn't dare to make a mistake.

Because this is the Dragon Altar, above the heavenly dome, there are still nine elders.

"I declare that the final victor is the sword god from the divine realm!"

The Great Elder stretched out his hand and pointed out, dispersing the four-dimensional space-time, and the old man's voice echoed in all directions. Resounded throughout the Dragon Altar.