Super Dragon Cultivation System

The samurai **** (Qing Qing) was stunned for a while, and looked at the broad sword pinched by **** in disbelief.

Although he was shocked, he couldn't bear to think at this moment.

The wrist exerted strength again, and twisted suddenly, trying to smash Zhang Xing's two fingers.

But his thoughts and actions were not perfectly unified.

The idea is good, the reality is the opposite.

Still using ten percent of his strength, but those **** stood still.

not good! Samurai is shocked again!

This kid is weird. He is not only a magician, but also a strong warrior.

The samurai decisively gave up the broad sword in his hand and raised his foot and kicked Zhang Xing's key.

But Zhang Xing sneered, twitching with two fingers.

Ding!

The five-inch tip of the broad sword was broken.

Immediately after the figure flashed, Zhang Xing appeared on the right side of the samurai (sh n).

puff!

The samurai had just lifted his leg, but the sword's point ran across his throat.

His eyes narrowed, and he tried to turn his head to look at Zhang Xing next to (body sh n). There was a sound of er, huh in his throat, and he seemed to be asking who you are.

But he could never do it, and when he made a sound, he fell so straight (ting).

A senior war emperor was instantly killed by a boy (kill sha).

All of a sudden, the audience was dead silent, all watching in horror the samurai who was bleeding continuously in his throat.

However, Sheng Long did not look at the dead warrior, neither did he not want to see it, nor did he dare not see it.

Because he was one meter away from the warrior (body sh n), and just now saw Zhang Xing's **** sandwiching the tip of his sword, but he did not blink, Zhang Xing already appeared in front of him.

Looking nervously at Zhang Xing, only two feet away.

The tip of his knife is only an inch from the tip of Zhang Xing's nose.

However, his right hand holding the knife was trembling constantly, and his body (sh n) sweated heavily.

He wanted to stab the knife, and wanted to slash the boy's neck fiercely.

But the oppression that the young warrior killed him was too great.

At this time, the hand holding the knife was unstable, and it felt like the sword was heavy, and it took a lot of effort to lift it, let alone stab it out.

The helper from where the Dongfang family came from is just like the devil, killing people in the invisible, and enemies in the interestless.

Hundreds of people hadn't waited to rush to the boy, and they all fell to the ground, as if they were evil.

But he did not know how the opponent shot, whether it was magic or martial arts.

If it is the realm of the emperor, even if the speed is fast, one or two can still be seen.

But if the power of His Holiness's state, (kill sha) people in the invisible, it would still be the past.

Could it be that this kid is in a respectable state?

No, by no means, how could a teenager in his tenth year be, even from the mother's womb.

Zhang Xing raised his hand, extended a finger, and gently pushed the three-foot cold knife in front of the nose to the side.

Sheng Long was startled and wanted to do something, but it was uncontrolled, like a puppet, following Zhang Xing's fingers.

"No one has dared to point me at such a close distance, you are the first."

Zhang Xing's faint voice reached Sheng Long's ear, and he (body sh n) froze.

When 啷!

The frightened quickly released his hand and dropped the knife on the ground.

He (gangan) swallowed a little, and opened his mouth slightly to say something, but felt that his entire mouth was stiff, and he couldn't say anything at all.

"Oh, yes, the owner of the East, let this person handle it for you. What he did to you just now you just come back."

Zhang Xing turned his head and told Dongfang Chengye.

"Uh! What?"

Dongfang Chengye is completely in the midst of ((bi) bi), he still stares blankly at the warrior lying on the ground.

This is a senior war emperor. He can't take any tricks under his hands, and he loses his ability to fight back with a single shot.

But he couldn't do the same in this boy's hand, but he still killed his sword.

Where can my granddaughter come back to help? It's so incredible to be so young and terrifying, right?