Super System Myth Zoo

boom!

Panda ran headlong into the group of zombies. With a sweep of the bamboo stick in his hand, a large number of zombies were cleared away immediately. The flesh and blood of the third-level zombies spattered and they fell down like grass.

Roar!

A purple-skinned zombie suddenly appeared behind Panda. This was a fourth-level zombie!

The zombie's bloody mouth bit Panda's body fiercely, with a crazy look on his face.

"Golden Bell!"

A low voice came from Pang Da's mouth, and a golden light suddenly appeared on his body, making the fat Pang Da look as sacred as a real Buddha. The zombie bit into the golden light, and the whole head was directly exploded by the force of the backlash. of crushing.

"Holy shit! It's so fierce!" The fat man shook his hands and looked at Panda who was killing him with a trace of horror on his face. He didn't expect that this bulky-looking panda could actually know Kung Fu!

Su Yan was also a little unbelievable. He didn't expect Hua Xia's Kung Fu to be so powerful.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"

Panda put away the golden bell, looked at the zombies attacking him, inserted the bamboo stick in his hand on the ground, and began to make obscure gestures in his hand.

As the gestures became faster and faster, the shadow of a dragon gradually condensed behind Panda. Seeing this scene, the most shocked person was the old dragon.

"How could he have my clan's magical power! This is that person's magical power, how can it be found in a foreign race!" Old Long looked at the huge dragon shadow behind Panda, his pupils couldn't help but shrink, and his tone was trembling.

This magical power was the natal magical power of a venerable member of their dragon clan. Later, because he was deceived by those bald men in the West, it became the magical power of Buddhism.

"Old Long, does that person still have disciples in the world? Or maybe he is a descendant of Buddhism!" Suzaku looked at the shocked Old Long and reminded him kindly.

The old dirty turtle didn't say anything. This was a matter for the Dragon Clan and had nothing to do with them.

Su Yan looked at Pang Da, and then glanced at the old dragon who was in a somewhat abnormal mood. He was speechless for a while. Isn't this the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms? How come it has become the magical power of your dragon clan.

However, Su Yan didn't say much.

hold head high!

A huge dragon roar sounded, and everyone in the battlefield heard it. At the same time, they looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the huge dragon shadow behind Panda had already condensed.

"Holy crap, is this a real dragon? Golden?"

"No, this is not a real dragon. I can't feel the breath on it. It's the panda! This golden dragon is his magical power!"

Some people in the battlefield exclaimed at home, even forgetting the giant beast in front of them, they just looked at the golden dragon shadow with dumbfounded expressions.

Pang Da glanced at the surging zombies, a smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, and with a move of his hands, the golden dragon hovering around him roared and rushed towards the zombies.

Roar!

The golden dragon roared angrily, and the zombies started to stir. Under the collision, those zombies turned into nothingness. Even the fourth-level zombies couldn't stop them, and they didn't even have a chance to escape.

hiss! ~

Fatty looked at Panda with a horrified expression. The golden dragon followed his hand and wandered among the zombies, just like a dragon swimming into the sea, turning the tide of zombies upside down.

"Dog Beating Stick Technique!"

The golden light in Panda's hand converged, and the golden dragon disappeared, but he picked up the green bamboo stick on the ground again and waved it as if he was in a fugue.

The seemingly unorganized stick technique was like a divine help. Under the stunned gazes of everyone, it smashed the heads of zombies to pieces without even the slightest deviation.

"It's over!"

Pang Da closed his eyes slightly, and slowly highlighted four words in his mouth, which were like the motto of a true Buddha, full of simplicity. In an instant, a pair of dark eyes suddenly opened.

The golden stream of light cut through the void, Fatty's feet tapped the ground gently, and Fatty's entire black and white body suddenly shot up like a rocket.

The fat man stood on the city wall, narrowing his eyes and watching Pang Da's figure getting smaller and smaller. He suddenly said to Bai Yu next to him: "Brother Bai Yu, do you still remember a palm technique that falls from the sky?"

Bai Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, his tone was trembling, and he murmured word by word.

"Buddha's Palm!"