Super Dragon Cultivation System

The bipedal wyvern had basically inherited the combat style of a True Dragon. It would only use its dragon breath when facing a powerful enemy.    

Creatures weaker than it would use its dragon tail to attack its opponent.    

Zhang Xing looked at the flying dragon that was charging towards him and stood there calmly. He was not in a hurry to attack.    

He could have summoned any dragon and easily dealt with this pseudosaurus.    

However, his current strength was comparable to Six Star Venerable One's. He was no longer afraid of these Rank Seven pseudosaurus and True Dragon.    

"Kid, why aren't you attacking? I'm afraid you're scared silly."    

The bipedal wyvern raised its huge claw, and as it mocked, it ruthlessly slapped towards Zhang Xing.    

In his mind, the strength of Zhang Xing, who could sneak attack and kill his companion, was probably 2-Star Warlord.    

But in terms of strength, he had to be much stronger than his opponent.    

Therefore, he had the confidence to fight Zhang Xing.    

The tip of the giant claw's claw flashed with a cold light. Under the illumination of the magic stone on the street, it appeared especially dazzling.    

"We dragon-type race never know what pity is. Go to hell!"    

The bipedal wyvern's giant claw had already covered Zhang Xing's cephalo-.    

It was as if he could see the scene of this young man's cephalo- about to be shattered.    

The bipedal wyvern cried out excitedly. He liked seeing such a scene. He liked to bully the weak.    

He hadn't fought on the battlefield for a long time. He often missed that bloody battle scene.    

However, just as he was fantasizing about it, he suddenly heard a cracking sound.    

Eh? I haven't even used my strength, how did this brat's cephalo- break?    

Something's not right!    

It doesn't seem to be the case.    

Immediately following that, a heart-piercing pain instantly spread throughout his entire body from the claw.    

Roar...    

At the same time, fei Long felt as if his claw had grabbed onto the Ten Thousand Year Cold Iron. Not only did it not grab onto the Cold Iron, it even broke his claw.    

Just as his painful roar rang out, a force that could topple mountains and overturn seas suddenly erupted.    

He felt as if his body was like a small boat in a vast ocean, being smashed into the distance by a huge wave.    

Boom!    

The entire street shook.    

Everyone else saw an inconceivable scene.    

They saw Zhang Xing's right fist soaring into the sky, as if it was going to split the sky and split the earth.    

The bipedal wyvern was like a rubber ball, drawing an arc as it flew into the sky, and then fell over fifty meters away.    

That was not the end. Zhang Xing's figure moved and instantly appeared beside the flying dragon.    

The flying dragon, who was struggling to get up, saw a small fist smashing down.    

He wanted to dodge, but it was just a thought. His body didn't follow the will.    

Because the fist was too fast.    

Bang!    

Another punch smashed him to the ground.    

"I told you, if you can take one of my attacks, I will spare your life. But now it seems that you didn't catch it. What a garbage dragon. "    

Bang! Bang! Bang!    

As Zhang Xing spoke, he ruthlessly threw three more punches.    

Each punch landed on the flying dragon's cephalo-.    

Each punch caused the flying dragon to spurt out a large amount of dragon blood.    

Every punch sent out the sound of bones breaking.    

"You want to crush my cephalo- with just this little pseudosaurus of yours? Do you have that strength?"    

"I want to see how hard your cephalo- is!"    

Zhang Xing did not use his full strength. He threw punches at Fei Long one after another. He wanted Fei Long to experience the feeling of having his bones shattered by someone.    

Everyone on the scene was stunned.    

This young man was too fierce! He was killing a dragon!    

No! That's not right, this youth was more like a Giant dragon, while the flying dragon was like a small reptile.    

"I'll pull out your tendons and peel off your skin!"    

Zhang Xing continuously threw a few more punches, until the flying dragon did not move.    

"Get up, don't pretend to be dead!"    

Zhang Xing rolled the dragon's eyelids and saw the empty pupil. He checked the dragon vein and heart and found that it had indeed stopped beating.    

"Return the Class VII dragon. I can't help but beat it. I'm dead."