Chapter 982: Smashed Tier 7 dragon with a punch

The two-footed flying dragon basically inherited the true dragon's fighting style, and only used the dragon's breath when facing a strong enemy.
Creatures that are weaker than him use their tears and dragon tails to hit each other.
Zhang Xing looked at the flying dragon rushing over, standing indifferently, and did not rush to shoot.
He could have summoned any dragon, and he could easily settle the pseudo dragon.
But his strength is now comparable to that of the six-star lord, and he is not afraid of these seventh-order pseudo dragons and true dragons.
"Boy, why don't you do it, I'm afraid you're scared."
The two-footed flying dragon lifted its huge claws, while taunting, he slaps Zhang Xing fiercely.
When he wanted to come, Zhang Xing was able to sneak attack (kill sha) his partner, and his strength was about two stars.
But to compete for strength, he has to give the opponent too much.
Therefore, he is confident to fight Zhang Xing.
The claws of the giant claws flashed cold light, and they were particularly dazzling against the street illuminated by magic stones.
"Our dragons never know what compassion is, let me die!"
The giant claws of the two-footed flying dragon have covered Zhang Xing's head.
He seemed to see the picture of the teenager's head about to be broken.
The two-footed flying dragon shouted excitedly. He likes to see such scenes. He likes to bully the weak.
I haven't been on the battlefield for a long time (sha), and he often misses the battle scenes.
But at the moment of his imagination, a click was heard suddenly in his ears.
Huh? I haven't worked hard yet, why is this kid's head broken?
wrong!
It seems not.
Immediately after that, a pain in the heart spread from the claws (body sh n).
Roar……
At the same time, Feilong felt that his claws were like catching the 10,000-year-old cold iron, not only did not grasp the cold iron, but broke his own paw.
Just as his painful hissing sounded, a surge of power broke out suddenly.
He felt that his body was like a small boat in the ocean, and was shot into the distance by a huge wave.
boom!
The whole street was shaken.
Everyone else saw an incredible picture.
I saw Zhang Xing's right fist soaring into the sky, as if he wanted to break the ground.
The two-footed flying dragon, like a ball, flew into the sky in an arc, and then smashed and fell more than fifty meters away.
This is not over yet, Zhang Xing's (body sh n) shadow moved and appeared instantly next to Feilong (body sh n).
The dragon, who was struggling to get up, saw a fist that was not too big.
He wanted to avoid, but it was just an idea, the body didn't keep up with the thoughts.
Because the boxing speed is too fast.
Huh!
One punch knocked him to the ground again.
"I said, if you can pick me up, I will spare your life, but now it seems that you did not catch it, it is really a garbage dragon.
Huh! Huh! Huh!
While Zhang Xing was talking, he was severely punched with three punches.
Every punch hit the dragon's head.
Each punch made the dragon spit out a lot of dragon blood.
The sound of broken bones came from every punch.
"Just your little pseudo-dragon, and you want to crush my head, do you have that strength?"
"I'll see how hard your head is!"
Zhang Xing didn't use all his strength. He smashed one punch after another, just to make the dragon feel the smashed bone.
Everyone present was stunned.
This boy is too fierce, he is killing a dragon!
Do not! No, this boy looks like a dragon, but the dragon is like a little reptile.
"I pump your muscles and cut your skin!"
Zhang Xing threw a few punches in a row until the dragon was motionless.
"Get up, don't pretend to be dead!"
Zhang Xing rolled over the dragon's eyelids, saw the already empty pupil, and then checked the dragon veins and heart again, and indeed stopped beating.
"Where is the seventh-tier dragon? I can't fight it, and I'm dead."