Chapter 982

the bipedal flying dragon basically inherits the real dragon's fighting style and only uses dragon breath when facing a powerful enemy.

The weaker creatures attack each other with tearing and dragon tail.

Zhang Xing looks at the flying dragon that rushes over, stands indifferent, and does not rush to hand.

He could have summoned any dragon to come out, and he could have easily dealt with the fake dragon.

But now his strength is comparable to that of the six-star master, and he is not afraid of these seven level pseudo dragons and real dragons.

"Boy, why don't you do it? I'm afraid I'm scared to be silly."

The two legged flying dragon raised its huge claws, sneered at him and slapped Zhang Xing hard.

In his mind, Zhang Xing can sneak attack and kill his partner, the strength is probably in two star battle Zun.

But to compete for strength, he has to outdo each other too much.

Therefore, he is confident to fight Zhang Xing.

The claws are shining on the street.

"We dragon people never know what pity is. You can die for me."

Zhang Xing's head has been covered by the giant claws of the bipedal flying dragon.

He seemed to see the picture of the boy's head about to be broken.

Flying dragon on both feet cried excitedly. He likes to see such scenes. He likes to bully the weak.

He had not been to the battlefield for a long time, and he often missed the bloody battle scenes.

But at the moment of his imagination, a click was heard in his ear.

Eh? I haven't tried hard, how can this boy's head break?

No!

It seems not.

Then a deep pain spread from the claws to the whole body.

Roar

At the same time, Feilong felt that his claws were like catching the ten thousand year old cold iron. Instead of grasping the cold iron, he broke his own claws.

Just as he roared in pain, an overwhelming force erupted.

He felt his body was like a boat in the ocean, being slapped far away by a huge wave.

Boom!

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Everyone else saw an incredible picture.

I saw Zhang Xing's right fist soaring into the sky, as if to create a new world.

The bipedal flying dragon, like a ball, flew into the air in an arc, and then fell to a place more than 50 meters away.

This is not over, Zhang Xing's figure moves, and instantly appears beside Feilong.

Just about to struggle to get up, Feilong saw a small fist smashed down.

He wanted to avoid, but it was just an idea. The body didn't keep up with the idea.

Because it's too fast.

Bang!

One punch landed him on the ground again.

"I said that if you could take my move, I would spare your life, but now it seems that you didn't catch it. It's a garbage dragon."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Zhang Xing is saying at the same time, is mercilessly three punches to fall.

Every punch hit the head of Feilong.

Each blow made the Dragon spurt a lot of dragon blood.

The sound of bone breaking came from every blow.

"Just you, the little fake dragon, still want to crush my head. Do you have that strength?"

"I want to see how hard your head is!"

Zhang Xing didn't use all his strength. He went down one punch after another to let Feilong realize the taste of being broken bones.

Everyone present was stunned.

The boy is too fierce. He is killing the dragon!

No! No, the boy looks like a giant dragon, while the flying dragon is like a small reptile.

"I'll wring you and skinning you!"

Zhang Xing repeatedly smashed several punches, until the Dragon did not move.

"Get up, don't pretend to be dead!"

Zhang Xing turned over the eyelids of Feilong and saw the empty pupil. Then he checked the pulse and heart of Feilong and found that it had stopped beating.

"It's a seven step dragon. It can't help but fight and die."