In the duel of strength, Blood Dragon won the best. Wang Xiong finally suppressed Zijiao in terms of strength because of his breakthrough not long ago! The winner is decided?

"To deal with you, do you know how much I have arranged? Do you think that's all?" The nine-headed black dragon said with a grim smile.

The blood dragon looked at the black dragon coldly.

"Oh? Then you can use it!" With a long ferocious roar, the blood dragon rushed over again.

"boom!"

The blood dragon and the black dragon collided again, and countless voids shattered.

"roar!"

The Blood Dragon once again suppressed the black dragon with its huge power, and broke through large pieces of stars.

"This is your arrangement? If that's all, then Zijiao, you will be defeated today!" The Blood Dragon King Xiong said with a grim voice.

Just as the blood dragon was clamoring, thousands of poisonous snakes suddenly flew out from its back. The poisonous snake was extremely fast and slammed the blood dragon's back with a heavy blow.

"Boom!"

Under the huge force, the blood dragon staggered and immediately staggered the black dragon.

Been attacked?

The Blood Dragon turned his head angrily and looked at it.

But I saw a man holding a whisk in his hand and hit him hard just now.

The power of that attack actually broke a few more dragon scales.

"High Priest? It's you again? Your strength has increased again?" Blood Dragon said hideously.

But just now, the ten gray-robed men brought by Zi Jiao, one of whom turned into the Victory Sword and was suppressed by Juque. Zhan Lu was suppressed into the starry sky in the distance, and another gray-robed man suddenly took action.

The man in gray robe is not someone else, but a high priest.

The high priest's whisk silk turned into thousands of poisonous snakes, and with the high priest's swing, he attacked Wang Xiong.

The high priest looked at Wang Xiong and then at the corpse Jiao not far away.

"Zi Jiao, just give me a vegetation and Hongjun. I haven't improved much. How can I help you? You can open three pure first-grade heavenly eyes and give me one. The strength is still a lot less. If you give me three at a time, Wang Xiong wouldn't have broken a few dragon scales just now!" The high priest complained to Zi Jiao not far away.

The black dragon transformed by Zijiao looked ugly.

"Haha, High Priest? Is this what you meant to arrange?" The blood dragon changed to Wang Xiong's appearance, looking at the black dragon with a cold face.

The black dragon was slightly surprised and did not understand why Wang Xiong returned to human form, but he also changed into human form.

"Wang Xiong, are you planning to admit defeat?" Zi Jiao said coldly.

"Hahahaha, admit defeat? Zijiao, don't you think that multiple high priests can win, right? Just now, I was just careless. With the strength of the high priest, I let him have one hand, and he is no match for me. Eighteenth level? Haha!" Wang Xiong sneered.

Zi Jiao's face turned gloomy.

"Zi Jiao, have you heard what Wang Xiong said? He doesn't look down on my power at all. I'm at the 18th level, but it's much worse than you, let alone Wang Xiong? The sneak attack just now was useless, and I can't do anything to Wang Xiong later!" The high priest said in a fanning flame.

"Shut up! Have you forgotten how you begged me before?" Zi Jiao glared at the high priest.

The high priest smiled bitterly and said, "I am not begging you, I am working with you to fight Wang Xiong together. Give me a vegetation and tree Hongjun, I will follow your arrangements, I am hiding under your hands, I did do what you said, but if I am not strong, you can't blame me. If you want to blame me, you can only blame yourself!"

"Hmm?" Zijiao looked at the high priest coldly.

"I know your mind. I want me to help you deal with Wang Xiong, but I am worried that I will become too strong. So you only gave me a piece of grass and trees. In order to let me be under your control, but if Wang Xiong doesn't eliminate it, what's the use of all your calculations? Besides, you didn't have any handover between you and me, right? You have the ability to seize Wang Xiong's true dragon energy, and your strength will be improved by then? Are you afraid of me? There is no need, corpse Jiao! Our goals are the same, we are all dealing with Wang Xiong, what else do you care about?" The high priest said again.

Zi Jiao narrowed his eyes and looked at the high priest.

Zi Jiao did not trust the high priest, but this time he wanted to deal with Wang Xiong. There were not many people who found the eighteenth level of cultivation in the world and had a grudge against Wang Xiong. But that Zhou Gonggong...!

The high priest used all his strength just now? Not necessarily!

The high priest wanted to get the advantage of the battle, making it difficult for him to ride a tiger.

"Hmph, High Priest, you are really good at calculating!" Zi Jiao said coldly.

"I'm not planning. We have a common opponent, don't we?" the high priest smiled.

"Take it!" Zi Jiao stretched out his hand and waved it.

"Bang!"

A sarcophagus instantly fell into the hands of the high priest.

The high priest's eyes lit up, he opened the corpse coffin and saw a shiny figure instantly.

"Another vegetation and tree, haha!" the high priest laughed.

The whisk instantly turned into countless poisonous snakes, wrapping around the light figure in the coffin. The figure wanted to hide, but was swallowed by the high priest.

"Boom!"

A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from the high priest's body.

But he swallowed another vegetation and tree, and the power of the high priest surged again.

"Hahahahaha, OK! The corpse is here, you two plants and trees are here. This time, I will do my best for you!" The high priest shook the whisk, and the void shook slightly.

"It's still the eighteenth level of the Daluo Golden Immortal!" Wang Xiong showed a hint of sneer.

"That's right, it's still the eighteenth level, but the eighteenth level is different from the eighteenth level. Wang Xiong, you were only a little bit stronger than Zijiao just now. I can make up for this little bit. I can break your dragon scales just now. This time, I can break your flesh and blood!" The high priest said coldly.

"Hmph!" Zijiao looked at the high priest coldly.

Obviously, at this critical moment, the high priest threatened to take the second grass and Hongjun. Zi Jiao felt very unhappy, but the high priest was also smart and did not threaten his last grass and Hongjun.

Otherwise, Zijiao would rather give up today's battle than make the high priest so proud.

Now, the high priest's strength has increased significantly, but the situation of the war has tilted.

Zijiao and the high priest together surrounded Wang Xiong in the center.

Wang Xiong looked at Zijiao coldly: "Zhijiao? Haha, I miss you as one of the Nine Kings of the Great Qin. I will give you a chance to have a fair fight and a chance to have a dignified duel! You don't know how to cherish it!"

"Cherish? If you succeed, the king will lose, the enemy will win, and whatever I say will be what I say! Wang Xiong, I admit that you are favored by the true dragon spirit more than all of us, but in war, we never look at who is lucky! But who can laugh to the end! I just arranged the high priest, so what can you do?" Zi Jiao looked at Wang Xiong coldly.

Wang Xiong narrowed his eyes and looked at Shi Jiao and said calmly: "You guessed that you have arranged a high priest. Are I prepared?"

"What did you say?" Zi Jiao narrowed his eyes.

"In my heart, you have lost just now. Please come to the high priest to play with me again? OK, I will play with you too!" Wang Xiong said coldly.

"Play? You said this is playing? Wang Xiong, then today, we will play you to death!" Zi Jiao shouted coldly: "Do it!"

Zijiao, the high priest rushed towards Wang Xiong in an instant.

Wang Xiong's eyes turned cold, he turned his head and looked at the high priest and punched him.

This time, Wang Xiong did not care about Zijiao, and he punched fiercely. The Blood Dragon Fist, surrounded by the energy of Confucianism and Taoism, brought out a huge force.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

With two loud noises, Wang Xiong's fist beat the high priest a step back. With the terrifying and domineering power, even if the high priest's cultivation level makes a breakthrough, he will still be inferior to Wang Xiong's fist.

Wang Xiong tried his best to repel the high priest, but Zijiao's fist fell on Wang Xiong.

But at this critical moment, a man in white suddenly appeared behind Wang Xiong, punching towards Zijiao. The huge impact of power caused the void to shatter countless times.

Zi Jiao paused, and the man in white also took a step back.

However, there were ten black-robed men brought by Wang Xiong, two of them were Zhanlu Sword and Juque Sword. The third black-robed man tore open the black robe and rushed up, blocking Wang Xiong, and blocking Zi Jiao's punch with a great terrifying force.

"Who?" exclaimed the high priest.

Who can block Zijiao's punch?

"Ye He is against the sky?" Zi Jiao said with a glaring eyes.

The man in white is not someone else, but he is the supreme beast of the Dongqin Tianting, Ye He Fengtian. Ye He Fengtian has always been hiding in a black robe.

"My name is Ye He Fengtian, and the corpse is Jiao!" Ye He Fengtian said coldly.

"You, you are eighteenth level too?" Zi Jiao's face turned gloomy.

"By you, the two ancestor Qilins back then, I have all my demonic energy taken away by you. Hahahahaha, Zijiao, my demonic energy is useless?" Ye He Fengtian sneered.

Zi Jiao looked at Ye He Fengtian with a gloomy face: "You are not my opponent!"

"Hmph, isn't you your opponent? When did it start? Since the last time you betrayed by you? Zijiao, during the First Yuan Society of the ancient times, two ancestor Qilins, I dominated the earth with my strength, and you followed me with the evil plot. Are you my opponent back then? Humph, you were very calculating. Using my trust to seize everything from me, my power, my demonic energy, founded the Mo family? You climbed to the sky and reached the eighteenth level, and I...? Hahahahaha!" A ferocious look flashed in Ye He Fengtian's eyes.

"Are you here to seek revenge?" Zi Jiao said coldly.

"I'm here to get my own things back!" Ye Hefengtian said coldly.

"You are no match for me!" Zi Jiao said coldly.

"I don't have the time you have accumulated. I started from scratch and washed away the demonic heart, but so what? My things are mine, I can take them even if I throw them away!" Ye He Fengtian emitted a monstrous atmosphere.

"Ye He Fengtian, you come to deal with the high priest, I will deal with the sizzling war and decisively!" Wang Xiong said.

"No, I'll deal with Zijiao!" Ye Hefengtian said coldly.

"Um?"

"I know that Zijiao is not your opponent, but this is the grudge between me and Zijiao. Although I am a little short of him in terms of strength, I firmly believe that I can kill him! This evil and despicable guy!" Ye He Fengtian stared at Zijiao with a firm face.

"Okay!" Wang Xiong nodded, turned his head and looked at the high priest coldly.

The high priest's face changed: "Zijiao, you didn't say anything before, let me fight against Wang Xiong alone!"

The high priest was also panicked. Although he had improved a lot, Wang Xiong's power just now seemed to be stronger than him. Can he beat Wang Xiong? How could he fight against Wang Xiong alone?

Zi Jiao looked at Ye He Fengtian who suddenly came, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Wang Xiong, do you think you can win by calling Ye He Fengtian?"

"What? Do you have any arrangements?" Wang Xiong narrowed his eyes and looked at Zi Jiao.
Chapter completed!