Chapter 982 Punching to Death the Seventh-Level Flying Dragon

The flying dragon basically inherited the fighting style of the real dragon, and only used dragon breath when facing a powerful enemy.

Creatures weaker than him used tearing and dragon tail to attack the opponent.

Zhang Xing looked at the flying dragon rushing over, standing calmly, and did not rush to attack.

He could have summoned any dragon to easily deal with this pseudo dragon.

But his current strength is comparable to that of a six-star venerable, and he is no longer afraid of these seventh-level pseudo dragons and real dragons.

"Boy, why don't you take action? I'm afraid you are scared silly."

The flying dragon raised its huge claws, mocking and slapping Zhang Xing fiercely.

In his opinion, Zhang Xing was able to sneak attack and kill his partner, and his strength was probably at the level of a two-star war venerable.

But in terms of strength, he is much stronger than the other party.

So, he has the confidence to fight Zhang Xing.

The tip of the giant claw flashed with cold light, which was particularly dazzling against the background of the magic stone lighting on the street.

"We dragons never know what mercy is. Go to hell!"

The giant claws of the flying dragon have already covered Zhang Xing's head.

He seemed to see the scene of the boy's head about to be smashed.

The flying dragon shouted excitedly. He liked to see such scenes. He liked to bully the weak.

It has been a long time since he went to the battlefield to fight. He often missed the bloody battle scene.

But at this moment of his fantasy, he suddenly heard a snap in his ears.

Huh? I haven't used any force yet, how come this kid's head is broken?

No!

It doesn't seem to be.

Then a piercing pain spread from the claws to the whole body in an instant.

Roar...

At the same time, the flying dragon felt that his claws seemed to have grabbed the ten thousand year cold iron. Not only did he not grab the cold iron, but he broke his claws.

Just as he roared in pain, a tidal force suddenly broke out.

He felt that his body was like a small boat in the ocean, being hit by a huge wave and thrown into the distance.

Boom!

The whole street shook.

Everyone else saw an incredible scene.

Zhang Xing's right fist shot up to the sky, as if he was going to create the world.

The two-legged flying dragon flew up to the sky like a ball, and then fell to the ground more than 50 meters away.

This was not over yet. Zhang Xing's figure moved and appeared beside the flying dragon in an instant.

The flying dragon, who was about to struggle to get up, saw a small fist coming down.

He wanted to dodge, but it was just an idea, and his body did not keep up with the idea.

Because the punch was too fast.

Bang!

Another punch knocked him to the ground.

"I said, if you can take my move, I will spare your life, but now it seems that you didn't take it, you are really a rubbish dragon."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

As Zhang Xing said this, he threw three more fierce punches.

Each punch hit the flying dragon's head.

Each punch made the flying dragon spurt out a lot of dragon blood.

Every punch was accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.

"You little fake dragon, you want to crush my head, do you have the strength to do that?"

"I want to see how hard your head is!"

Zhang Xing did not use all his strength, he punched down one after another, just to let Feilong experience the feeling of having his bones broken.

Everyone present was stunned.

This boy is too fierce, he is slaying a dragon!

No! No, this boy is more like a dragon, and Feilong is like a small reptile.

"I will pull out your tendons and peel off your skin!"

Zhang Xing punched several more times in a row until Feilong was motionless.

"Get up, don't play dead!"

Zhang Xing flipped Feilong's eyelids and saw the empty pupils, then checked the dragon veins and heart, and they had indeed stopped beating.

"It's still a seventh-level dragon, it can't stand the beating, it's dead."