Chapter 739

Jiaolong is the youngest master, but he is not known to the outside world. He is a master hidden by the dragon group.

His talent is against the sky, and he has defeated countless strong men and many great masters. He has enough self-confidence capital, and he did not intend to have any intersection with Dr. Xu.

Maybe there will be a war in the future, but it's definitely not the present. It's the reason why we're here today.

It was his grandfather Qinglong who wanted him to come to worship Dr. Xu as a teacher. He was not satisfied.

My grandfather boasted that Dr. Xu was divine, but he didn't believe it. He didn't want to worship a doctor as a master. He had his own pride and temper.

So, today, he came!

As long as Dr. Xu is defeated, he doesn't have to obey his grandfather's advice and worship Dr. Xu as his teacher!

Today, he fought for himself, for his honor.

As for the possibility of failure, he didn't think about it. He firmly believed that he would not fail.

He will not be defeated.

A long sword goes all over the world and defeats many experts at home and abroad. Although it can't keep its name, it is arrogant and unwilling to give in.

The sharp sword Qi explodes in an instant. The silver white sword is surrounded by a faint black Qi. This is the evil spirit.

At the moment, his momentum soared, his eyes were sharp, flashing and killing.

Doctor Xu has completely angered him, and even said that he can't beat him!

"The momentum is not bad, come on!"

Xu Zhendong calm said, Wenrun such as jade, so quiet looking at him, not impatient.

"Sword against the sky - Chop!"

A long sword, poured into the rainbow, a sword to the west, just like the rainbow, sword sharp shot, cold, like the sword through the sun and the moon.

The sword Qi is condensed, and the edge is unparalleled. It has the posture of cutting through the sky. It wants to pierce the sky.

The sword is dazzling, the light is shooting, black dragon and others can't open their eyes.

The sword was too sharp for them to see clearly.

"Is this the battle of master?"

Black dragon looked at the vast white light, cold, endless pressure rolling from, killing intention.

But Xu Zhendong didn't move at all. This sword was fierce with evil spirit and sharp spirit. Ordinary masters could be defeated in the face of this sword.

Bang!

Hum!

There was only one sound, which was similar to the impact with metal and the hum of a long sword. The sound was very harsh and the eardrum would be broken.

When it stops!

The scene before us shocked everyone.

Doctor Xu only used two fingers to catch his sword. He was very understated. His eyes were sharp and he looked at the sword between his two fingers.

"The material of this sword is good. I want it, too!"

Xu Zhendong said calmly. Before his voice fell, he disappeared in front of his eyes and appeared in front of the dragon. Raising his hand was a palm.

"Well?"

With a muffled sound, the Dragon flew back directly. With a loud sound, it hit the thick wall heavily, leaving a notch one foot deep. It couldn't bear to cry out. With a muffled sound, the corner of its mouth was bleeding, and a sweet and hot blood rushed up its throat.

He was shocked. He didn't expect that this man was so strong.

But he won't give up, let alone be reconciled.

The throat wriggles, swallows the blood to the throat, climbs up, and stands up with a long sword.

"Good physique, very anti beat, but next only have a strong physique is not enough, also need a strong physique!"

Xu Zhendong said calmly that he came to Jiaolong with a big stride. He raised his hand in front of Jiaolong with a powerful fist, just like a awakened lion.

The power of space seems to be twisted, and the fist blows out of the wind, whistling and whistling, just like the roar of wild animals.

The Dragon catches the sword, picks up the ground, leaps forward and wants to step back.

Bang!

What he didn't expect was that Xu Zhendong's fist directly hit his sword body. The sword body was suddenly bent by force, and his direction was in a mess.

A moment of panic!

With it comes a palm.

With a bang, the palm hit his chest, and a click came. I don't know how many ribs were broken in his chest, which was still light.

His hand flew away from the long sword, flying from one side to the other side of the fence, smashing into the fence heavily. The solid fence was directly hit and collapsed. A gap made him fall to the ground.

A mouthful of old blood can't help spitting out at last!

"Dragon!" The old man, who had been with him all the time, was a little worried and gave a soft cry.

Looking at Dr. Xu again, Dr. Xu was standing with Jiaolong's sword in his hand. Looking carefully, he seemed very satisfied and went to Jiaolong.

Black dragon and others were shocked!

A great master is like a dragon. One person can lead to the rise of a large family.

A great master can resist a great master.

But now Dr. Xu casually suppressed the master, so strong and terrible!

"Where is he?" Black dragon looked at the old man and asked.

"His cultivation system is not the same as ours, but he is no weaker than the master in terms of his present strength. Qinglong told me before that doctor Xu might be the cultivation of the land immortals. I don't believe it. Now it seems that the cultivation of the land immortals is solid, but I don't know if he can be on the next level."

The old man can't help saying, I can't believe it, this man is too strong.

"Can't you tell from the battle?" Asked the black dragon.

"He didn't do his best, just that palm was merciful. If that palm hit Jiaolong's belly, Jiaolong's elixir field would be broken, and his cultivation would be zero. If you want to know his strength, Jiaolong can't test it. You can only let the people above test it!"

The old man continued, looking at Dr. Xu very attentively, his face full of shock, all these are too incredible.

The black dragon was silent, with a little excitement on his face.

"Roar!"

With a roar, Jiaolong, who was pressed by the concrete wall, stood up again. His body was dirty, his hair was a bit messy, his body was covered with dust, and his body was stained with blood in many places. He was furious.

He is now like a wounded lone wolf, breathing heavily, with high morale, glaring round.

"Dr. Xu, you're not interesting."

Jiaolong glared at him. He was very upset. He held the wall, walked forward, came out, and continued: "Jiaolong is the youngest master. I don't need your mercy. I die in your hands. I have no regrets. Let me see your strength."

"Not bad, take my two moves!" Xu Zhendong said calmly, "but you can be stronger. You don't know how to use mental power."

"Mental power!" Jiaolong glared at him and walked forward a few steps. He seemed to be thinking about something. His broken body once again gathered powerful momentum.

There was no wind around, and the dust was flying.

A cold wind blew by and suddenly it began to snow.

The snow drifted, and the wound was more painful. However, the dragon was fearless, and his momentum soared. His blood was boiling inside, and his muscles rolled up. There was a click sound in his muscles and bones.

Just concussion dislocation of the muscles and bones constantly reset, veins bulge, muscles and bones seem to strengthen a lot in an instant, although there are many broken ribs in the chest, but still did not want to affect the momentum at the moment.

Like a demon king, there is a faint black air in his eyes. He is dissatisfied with the scarlet blood, and his anger rises.

"Do your best, Dr. Xu!"