Zhang Xiaohu looked at this dragon carefully, his body was pitch black, the scale armor was shining with a faint black light, the upper body had two short dragon claws, and two large bags on his head, and he faintly saw a small truncated tip exposed inside.

A trace of perception was quietly released, feeling the realm of the dragon bit by bit, after a while, Zhang Xiaohu's heart was relieved, this dragon seems to be powerful, but if you look closely, it is only the early stage of the demon emperor.

Although the demon beasts in the early stage of the Demon Emperor can fight in the middle of the Yuan Infant, and even in the later stage, Zhang Xiaohu is not an idle person, for him, the challenge of skipping the level is very common, you can fight the middle stage of the Yuan Infant, and I can do the same.

From this point of view, this black Jiao is not only not terrible, but an excellent opponent.

Zhang Xiaohu, who has been in the alliance for several months, has not let go of the first battle, and wants to know how much he has grown after working hard in the gravity room and constantly drinking the essence of the tree of life every day.

When Heijiao moved slightly, Zhang Xiaohu grabbed Xiang'er with his backhand, and the two of them retreated sharply.

Two rows of sharp teeth brushed the bodies of the two people, and a fishy breath spewed onto the faces of the two people, and with a click, the black Jiao bit heavily into the air.

"Xiang'er, push some away"

Zhang Xiaohu let go of Xiang'er, the heavy sword in his hand was slowly raised, and he stood with his feet indifferent, staring at the black Jiao in front of him with all his attention.

Originally, I thought that the sudden appearance of the two of them annoyed Jiaolong, but now it seems that this is not the case.

You must know that if you just prey on demon beasts, the dragon's mouth will not be so fishy and unpleasant, only if you have eaten a large amount of human flesh, this smell will stay forever.

A glimmer of light flashed in Zhang Xiaohu's eyes, this is an evil dragon, I originally thought that it would be enough to fight once, but it seems that it can't be left today.

With smugness in his eyes, Hei Jiao bit down hard, and the two figures in front of him who stood still shattered like bubbles under their sharp teeth.

Ran? The annoyed black Jiao raised his head, and the two round and big Jiaojiao eyes had a trace of blood, and their bodies swayed and pounced on them.

Zhang Xiaohu danced a sword flower with a heavy sword in his hand, kicked under his feet, and walked towards Jiaolong, the heavy sword was raised high, and it was slashed obliquely.

With a terrible sound of breaking the air, the heavy sword slashed down at the head of the rushing Jiao.

There was a hint of cunning in the black Jiao's eyes, and its big mouth suddenly opened, and invisible ripples spread out from its mouth.

Silent roar.

The ultimate move left in the bloodline, the mastery of the true dragon lineage, with the breath of the superior divine beast, carries out a double blow to the enemy from the mind and body, and in the memory of Heijiao, no opponent has been able to dodge this move.

Ripples spread out in the air, quickly spreading to the surrounding thousands of meters, everywhere they went, a tall thousand-year-old tree was cut off at the waist, as if experiencing a wild storm, rumbling into the jungle, sawdust leaves flying everywhere in the sky, hiding in the jungle and trembling beasts, under the angry dragon power, the heart suddenly contracted, directly frozen on the spot, hiding in a little farther away beasts, desperately digging holes on the ground, regardless of the head of the head into it, as if this can be avoided.

Catalyzed by a large amount of spirit grass, the little rabbit who was already on the edge of the demon king stiffened, rolled his big eyes twice, and fell into Xiang'er's arms and fainted.

Even the Xiang'er of the Jindan period couldn't help but have weak feet, one couldn't stand, and sat on the ground, this is still Zhang Xiaohu standing in front of him, blocking the ripples that spread no matter what, but he just withstood the scattered dragon power.

Seeing that he was about to kill the dragon, Zhang Xiaohu suddenly found that the black dragon blinked his eyes slyly, and then opened his mouth.

Zhang Xiaohu, who knew that he was not in a good mood, forcibly put his sword horizontally and blocked it in front of his chest, and his rapid change of moves made the flow of energy in his body not smooth, and his heart was extremely uncomfortable, and almost a mouthful of blood was about to spurt out.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible ripple collided with it, as if it was cut by countless sharp swords, and the spider silk treasure clothes worn on his body instantly turned into powder.

Blocked by the treasure clothes, the slightly weakened ripples did not stop, and continued to hit forward, the python skin clothes woven by Xiang'er under the treasure clothes tore and tore non-stop, and the pieces of the python skin that were broken flew around, fortunately, the ripples were directly facing Zhang Xiaohu's chest, which kept the lower body from going away.

The raging ripples still did not stop, and they broke the python skin and continued to crash forward.

With a clang, Zhang Xiaohu's muscles were like metal, and under the impact of invisible ripples, there was a crisp impact sound.

The small invisible sword continued to slash, and in just an instant, countless small wounds appeared on Zhang Xiaohu's body, and his entire upper body was covered with blood, and under the reflection of the sun, a faint golden light shone with a faint golden light.

Hei Jiao didn't wait for the result, he laughed happily, the corners of his mouth almost reached the root of his ears, and his eyes were almost narrowed into a slit when he laughed.

Back then, there was a demon emperor saber-toothed tiger, and it was a saber-toothed tiger in the demon queen period, bullying it at a young age, forcibly trying to grab the territory, the black Jiao at that time, but not long after entering the demon emperor, it was just a silent roar with this trick, and the guy was seriously injured at once, and the suppression of the blood made it even more powerless to resist, and it was bitten into pieces alive, and it was also because of eating such a demon emperor that the black Jiao had been asleep for more than ten years.

The first ripple just passed, and the second ripple came one after another, silently hitting Zhang Xiaohu's body.

Countless sharp swords frantically slashed Zhang Xiaohu's skin, the small wound that was originally broken by the first ripple was constantly expanding at this time, the flying sword kept attacking, and the skin of the hands that blocked the front was cut off little by little, revealing the red muscles inside, and the pale golden strength could not resist the spread of the ripples at all, and countless swords were mixed in the strength, chopping and cutting off the muscles on the hands.

Zhang Xiaohu lowered his head, the heavy sword was blocked in front of him, and an incomparable tingling pain came from the chest of both hands, and the strength had been released to the extreme at this time, but it didn't play a role, the ripples continued to spread, and the whole person was pushed back constantly, pulling out two deep footprints on the ground.

Heijiao smiled happily, opened his claws and was about to grab at Zhang Xiaohu, but the corner of his eye was illuminated by the sun, and he saw the faint golden light refracted by him.

The heart contracted suddenly, and the mark of the bloodline inheritance told it that the monk in front of him, who had been beaten to no strength, was probably the most terrifying opponent.

Hei Jiao's eyes widened, and he looked carefully at the monk in front of him who was shrouded in the upper body of the golden light, that little bit of golden light, there was nothing wrong with it was the refraction of the blood flowing out of the monk, as long as the blood flowed to the place, it all showed pure gold.

A small dot in the depths of memory is infinitely magnified, far away in ancient times, a giant dragon is fighting with a monk, the mountain collapses and the ground cracks, the river flows backwards, the sun and the moon have no light, the dragon is full of scars, the dragon scales fall down piece by piece, and the wounds on the monk's body on the opposite side are also a lot, but the blood that flows out is shining with a strange golden light, at this time he is riding on the dragon and punching it, the dragon's blood is splashing like raindrops, the dragon struggles desperately, trying to escape, but with the continuous rise and fall of the fist, and finally was pressed to the ground and beaten to death.

Hei Jiao seemed to see this scene with his own eyes, the breath of the big battle, frightened Hei Jiao to the side and did not dare to move, the monk gently wiped the dragon blood on his hand, turned his head, looked at Hei Jiao's side, separated by countless time and space, just saw Hei Jiao at a glance, the monk snorted coldly, Hei Jiao's eyes were dark, and he was instantly ejected from his memory.

Looking at the monk in front of him with a faint golden light in disbelief, the claws that were originally grabbing the other party stopped in the air, and Hei Jiao couldn't make up his mind for a while, hesitating whether to fight or flee.

According to the image in his memory, the pale golden blood monk is extremely powerful, even if it is against the dragon, it will be difficult to escape death, but the monk in front of him, although his body is glowing with golden light, he is beaten and covered in injuries, as if it is incomparable with memory at all.

Giving up, it was because of the fear in the depths of his memory, Hei Jiao took half a step back, but seeing Zhang Xiaohu's hands that showed white bones, Hei Jiao was a little reluctant, maybe, maybe the other party is just a child, not so strong, maybe as long as he adds a little more force, he can swallow this terrifying memory into his stomach.

In an instant, the two thoughts in Hei Jiao's mind worked hard countless times, and finally he was reluctant to give up the prey in front of him, raised his claws, and grabbed it fiercely.

It's just that this grasp came to naught, and the monk who had struggled to resist the ripples disappeared in place, and the black Jiao looked around nervously, but there was a fierce wind above his head, and before it could raise its head, a sword light instantly slashed to the center of the Jiao's head.

Zhang Xiaohu struggled to resist the ripples, one after another, like huge waves, one after another, the muscles of his hands bore the brunt, turning into small particles and disappearing into the air, deep white bones were exposed, and severe pain kept coming.

Fortunately, this ripple comes and goes quickly, and it feels as if it has gone through 10,000 years, but in fact, from the appearance of the ripple to the dissipation, it is just a blink of an eye.

Zhang Xiaohu, who breathed a sigh of relief, took a step back, looked down, in addition to some flesh on the back of his hands, his hands were almost white bones, the skin on his chest was completely peeled off, revealing the red muscles inside, and the deep bone wounds on his arms, and blood flowed all over his body.

Zhang Xiaohu snorted, his qi and blood expanded infinitely, flowing frantically in his body, and the disappeared muscles appeared quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if bright red insects were crawling on the muscles, and in the blink of an eye, his hands were wrapped in a thin layer of pink muscles.

Looking up, the black Jiao didn't know why, he stopped moving, his open claws were less than a foot away from where he was standing, and the sharp claw tips continued to flow with a trace of cold light.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't think about why, he clenched the heavy sword with both hands, and rose up, the heavy sword turned around on the top of his head, and slashed heavily on the head of Heijiao.