The Shao family's third son used his full strength to pull out his sword.
But Zhang Xing's **** were like iron tongs, holding the sword firmly.
After he had abolished Shao Ding's limbs, the third child of Shao's family was still unable to move in the air.
"Little bunny, how dare you ruin my sister-in-law in front of my youngest son, I'm going to frustrate you!"
The youngest man in Shao looked at Mi Er's miserable look, his eyes were almost bleeding.
He shouted resentfully, and made another last effort, and the sword could not move.
"I can (kill sha) you without the sword!"
Shao's third child thought about giving up the sword immediately and using his fist to beat Zhang Xing.
But just then.
Ding!
The blade of the sword was flicked slightly by Zhang Xing's **** and was broken.
Immediately afterwards, a cold light flashed.
Huh!
The tip of the knife penetrated into Shao's throat.
With a quick pass, Shao San covered his throat with both hands and fell from the air.
His eyes were protruding, and a look of fear (color) looked at Zhang Xing, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't utter a half word.
Quiet! The scene was dead!
Everyone else stared, an unbelievable look, looking at the scene in front of them.
Shao Sanzhuang, who was repaired by Samsung, was hit by this boy (sha)?
At the same time, the master Shao family was abolished?
This is not a joke ...
Everyone feels that this is not true, but the truth is in front of them, and they cannot help but believe it.
This is incredible.
Roar!
After his breath, the third-tier Shaolong's fighting partner, the seventh-tier biped dragon, became angry.
"Bold boy, dare to dare my buddy in front of Ben Long (kill sha), you are dead."
Fei Long does not speak, but Zhang Xing not only understands, but also speaks.
"Just you deserve to be called a dragon? Snakes like yours don't meander or waste, they can only be called beasts."
Zhang Xingxi satired.
"What? How dare you belittle Ben Long?"
The two-footed flying dragon was about to rush over, but stopped immediately, he showed a weird **** (qing) looking at Zhang Xing.
"Boy, why do you speak dragon?"
"You don't need to worry about it. In short, my Dragon is the most standard pronunciation, and you use Beast language."
Zhang Xingdao.
"Huh! I don't care what the standard is, you (kill sha) my buddy, you have to pay for it."
"However, for the sake of your ability to speak the dragon, Benlong is limited to three moves. If you can resist the three strikes of Benlong, this matter is fine."
The two-footed flying dragon inherited the suspicious and cunning ((xing) xing) form of the dragon family.
Of course, he can't stay enemies (love).
But he must be very careful to meet uncertain opponents.
"Three moves?" Zhang Xing shook his head.
"Why, too few?" Feilong asked.
"No, there are too many three moves and one move."
Zhang Xingdao.
Feilong just wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Zhang Xing.
"It's not that I blocked you from three hits, but that you took me one hit."
"If you can stop me, I will save you a life."
"Haha ..."
The two-footed flying dragon smiled (body sh n) trembling.
The onlookers suddenly saw this scene for no reason.
What's wrong with this dragon?
How did he get mad? Was he sad and angry because his combat partner was killed?
"Haha, I laughed so much, are you a little kid kidding me?"
Flying Dragon laughed.
"Whether you're kidding or not, Ben Long feels (very ting) funny, less nonsense, take me first.
Feilong swooped over as he said.
"Look! Feilong is angry, he is going to avenge his partner!"
The people who left Zhang Xingjin let out a huff.
They didn't want to be burned to death by the flames of Dragon Breath.
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