Chapter 970

Zhao Xing was not afraid in the slightest.

His eyes were incomparably blood-red, and bursts of fierce killing intent burst out from his body.

At this moment, the entire battlefield was filled with a murderous atmosphere.

"Roar!"

Following a roar, the sound rang out.

Zhao Xing held a sharp blade and charged towards Jin Yang Young Master.

Every step he took, the void seemed to collapse.

Making Jin Yang Young Master retreat continuously.

Finally, after the two collided.

Zhao Xing knocked the other party flying with one punch.

Making the other party's chest collapse.

"Ah, I want to kill you!"

Jin Yang Young Master's miserable voice rang out.

At this moment, his heart was filled with hatred.

He was a Young Master of the Jin Wu clan.

On weekdays, who didn't treat him with respect?

Now (bcce), he was injured by a Plant Territory, which was simply a great humiliation.

Only, his voice had just fallen.

Zhao Xing's figure flashed, and he charged towards the other party again.

He wanted to slaughter Jin Yang Young Master and return to Lingxi Territory.

Everything here, to him, was simply too boring.

"Kill!"

Then, an angry roar rang out.

The sharp blade in Zhao Xing's hand was flying and dancing continuously.

Every slash was accompanied by a thick bloody smell.

When Zhao Xing's sword fell.

A huge head flew into the sky.

Blood sprinkled the surroundings.

Making everyone around reveal looks of horror on their faces.

And Zhao Xing continued to move forward.

If he still retained some reason just now.

Now he had completely turned into a slaughter machine.

Anyone who blocked him had to be killed.

Heads flew up one after another.

Around Zhao Xing, hundreds of corpses soon piled up.

However, this still did not end.

And just at this time.

In the distant sky, endless clouds appeared.

Then, one could see a carriage galloping towards this place.

In the carriage, a trace of gloom appeared on the corners of a man's mouth.

He did not expect.

That he would encounter an attack here.

And at the same time.

Zhao Xing also noticed that carriage.

No matter who the other party was, if they dared to block his path, then kill without mercy.

Thinking of this, he slashed straight out with his sharp blade.

The scorching blade aura gathered in one place in an instant.

Transforming into a vast meteor.

In an instant, it smashed onto that carriage.

Then, it shattered.

And Zhao Xing did not stop at all, dashing straight towards the city gate.

His speed was extremely fast, and in almost the blink of an eye, he disappeared on the spot.

And watching this scene, that man's face revealed anger in an instant.

Ever since he became a direct descendant of the Jin Wu clan, he had never suffered such a loss.

This Zhao Xing actually dared to ambush him, he was truly courting death.

"Bang!"

Thinking of this, he struck with his palm.

In an instant, the carriage in front of him was blasted to pieces.

Afterwards, leading the team, he followed closely behind Zhao Xing.

However, Zhao Xing did not feel any pressure.

In his heart, these people simply did not count as any threat.

And just at this time.

At the city gate, a guard ran over to report.

"Lord, outside the city gate, someone is asking to see you!"

After hearing the sound, Zhao Xing said indifferently.

"Bring them in!"

"Yes, Lord!"

The guard retreated respectfully.

But after a moment.

An incomparably wretched figure stood in the great hall.

His body was full of mud.

It was none other than Zhao Feng.

At this moment, the other party appeared incomparably wretched, and his aura was withered.

Clearly, he had experienced a bitter battle.

And looking at him.

Zhao Xing could not help but say: "What happened!". ===== CHAPTER 972 =====