Super Dragon Cultivation System

"There are still seven assassins left, go and kill them all!"    

Zhang Xing waved his hand and landed on top of Black Treasure's head. He quickly rushed towards the nearest white skirt.    

The distance between the assassins and each other was not far, only one or two hundred meters.    

Zhang Xing's situation had already been discovered by the others.    

They were no longer in the mood to fight. Even if they could injure the Giant dragon in front of them, they would not be able to escape from Zhang Xing's pursuit.    

Everything that happened outside was clearly shown in Dongfang Zhaoyang's eyes. This was a wonderful short film that Zhang Xing had specially asked him to watch.    

At this moment, Dongfang Zhaoyang had already completely relaxed. He raised his glass and faced the assassins.    

"Haha, everyone, have a good journey. I'll raise my glass to send you off!"    

Although Dongfang Zhaoyang was leisurely drinking wine, his heart was not calm.    

He had already seen Zhang Xing's potential to be invincible under the heavens.    

The Coalition forces that was the leader of the four major powers was defeated by his nine dragons, and Dark Knight was forced to retreat.    

The sure-kill situation of the Killer Group had become a joke.    

Who else in the world could kill Zhang Xing?    

Dongfang Zhaoyang was very glad that he was able to get to know this little brother of his while he was still alive.    

He believed that he would definitely be able to see the day when Zhang Xing would rule the Holy Dragon Continent. This date wouldn't be too far away.    

Maybe twenty years, maybe ten years. Maybe...    

Outside, when the assassin who was fighting with the white dragon saw Zhang Xing and Black Treasure flying over, he immediately gave up the fight and turned around to run in another direction.    

Zhang Xing looked at him coldly. He didn't increase his speed, but maintained a constant speed and flew over unhurriedly.    

Boom!    

The assassin who was running for his life suddenly felt a strong hurricane blowing towards him.    

He hurriedly took a defensive stance.    

A huge dragon tail appeared out of thin air and swept towards him fiercely.    

Tap, tap, tap!    

The assassin was caught off guard and took three steps back, stopping in his tracks.    

This is...    

Right, Zhang Xing had nine dragons, and only eight of them had appeared just now. This was the one hiding in the dark.    

Long Yinian didn't continue to attack. The order given by his boss was to stop any assassin who wanted to escape.    

Although the tail had knocked the assassin back, his tail didn't feel good either. This showed how powerful a Three Star Combat Venerable was.    

The assassin's eyes darted around and soon found another empty spot. Without any hesitation, he spread out his body and ran!    

He had just run a dozen steps when he felt his vision turn black. Under the bright moonlight, a huge dragon shadow blocked his way again.    

Damn it!    

The assassin immediately turned around and continued to run.    

However, Zhang Xing had already arrived.    

"I told you, none of you will be able to escape. Unless you die, your soul will flee to hell!"    

Zhang Xing stood on top of Black Treasure's head, and his indifferent voice reached the assassin's ears.    

San Tiaolong surrounded him. The assassin knew that there was no hope of breaking out of the encirclement, so he could only give it his all.    

"Zhang Xing, if you have the guts, fight me one-on-one. If I win one and a half moves, you will let me go. If I lose, you can take my life away!"    

The assassin raised the thin sword in his hand and pointed it at Zhang Xing.    

"Sure!" Zhang Xing's face was expressionless as he coldly spat out two words.    

Then, he took a step forward and arrived in front of the assassin from the top of Black Treasure's head. He swung his blade.    

The assassin was secretly delighted. After all, he was a Three Star Combat Venerable, and he had a very high chance of winning against a One Star Venerable like you.    

Whoosh!    

The assassin's figure flashed and dodged the saber intent. The thin sword stabbed out from a tricky angle.    

Puff!    

The sword hit Zhang Xing's neck artery.    

Hmph! You dare to kill a top level assassin with a small kitchen knife? You're courting death!    

However, in the next moment, he felt something unusual.    

The spot where the thin sword stabbed was not a physical object, but a void, as if it had stabbed into an air.    

His pupils constricted. The thin sword twisted, and with a puff, Zhang Xing's body shattered.    

Something was not right! This was... the magic Mirror Image!