Chapter 803: Group attack

"Don't shout, (kill sha) the person of your grandson is in front of you, you look around."
Huh!
Sheng Long turned his head sharply.
"It's you?"
He looked at Zhang Xing with an incredible god.
The boy stood calmly all the time, never seeing him move a little finger.
How could it be him?
Do not! No, there must be others.
How can a young person who can not show (shadow) in front of their eyes?
Sun Tzu's (body sh n) body never fell, but his head rolled just under his feet, which was controlled by someone.
Thanks to this hand's precise control, the comer is definitely a master of the advanced battle emperor level.
Sheng Long stared at Zhang Xing for a moment and still couldn't believe it.
He looked again at the samurai for help.
But the samurai shook his head with a bitter smile: "I didn't find him, and there was nothing unusual around him."
"Well, you don't want to be suspicious anymore, it's me (kill sha). If you want revenge, just come and get out."
Zhang Xing really didn't want to spend time with them here.
It took only two minutes from Zhang Xing's entry to cut off Sheng Kaituo's head with the wind blade.
At this time, the Dongfang and Shengjia fighting personnel had stopped, and they gathered on both sides, waiting for the next order.
Shanda died, but for them, it was a huge event.
Looking at the sad, confused, and angry face (color) of the patriarch, everyone in Sheng Family was also flushed. As long as the patriarch ordered, they would rush up and chop Zhang Xing.
"Okay! Okay! Okay, your kid has a seed, and since you admit (kill) my grandson, I'm also welcome."
"Give me all the corpses of him and those from the Oriental family, and go to my grandson to be buried!"
Sheng Long narrowed his eyes, his eyes flashed coldly, pointing at Zhang Xing and others, fiercely.
More than five hundred people in Sheng family were like 脱 tuo wild horses, howling, waving swords (sha).
Everyone in the Dongfang family just wanted to move, but was stopped by Zhang Xing.
"You are few, not their rivals, let me come."
"No!"
Dongfang Chengye immediately drank.
"Little brother, don't take risks. They are too many. Let us go."
"Yinger, immediately lead this little brother and call your brother, and go as far as you can, and never come back."
"Today our Eastern family will fight their Sheng family to death."
"Yinger, don't leave yet, what are you doing?"
Dongfang Chengye said as he took a steel knife in the hands of his subordinates, but when he saw his granddaughter staring blankly, he never heard what he said.
Look at all the juniors, and all the most sincere subordinates, are the same expression as the granddaughter.
He felt like there was something wrong, and when he turned around, he stopped.
I saw more than five hundred elite elite thugs lying on the ground.
And about fifty people remained, all shivering (sh n) shaking back.
The teenager moved forward and they took three steps back.
At this point he had retreated behind Shenglong and the samurai (body sh n).
The two of them also showed their weapons, alerting to step back slowly.
"I said, you don't want to die, just roll away. Now it seems that you want to die, then I will fulfill you."
Zhang Xing stopped, calmly.
While Zhang Xing was talking, the samurai thought it was a good time to shoot.
This young man's combat power is horrible. Instant magic is too fast. Even his senior war emperor can't see clearly.
But magicians are not warriors after all, and melee is not their (strong qiang) term.
The boy was so arrogant that he dared to walk three meters in front of me.
He is dead!
The samurai's broad sword split instantly, targeting Zhang Xing's head center.
Imperial martial arts, two swords!
Ding!
The scene that shocked everyone appeared.
The fierce, chopped with the thunderous potential, was gently pinched by two fingers.