Chapter 857

"do you want to escape? Hum! Now that you're here, stay! "

Zhang Xing sneers and stares at a killer. His body disappears in the Dragon Island.

When he reappeared, he was behind the assassin. The cold light flashed, and the knife was shot from the back of his head and out of his mouth.

Zhang Xing did not stop, chasing another killer, at the same time, the left hand virtual grip, knife return.

The remaining eight killers saw another dead companion and fled more fatally.

However, they had just escaped more than 800 meters when they stopped.

Each person in front of more than ten meters, there is a giant dragon blocking the way.

"This How can this be possible? Haven't you left the range of Tianya mountain? "

The killers spoke in astonishment.

"Gaga! This question is too retarded to answer. Can't you come back without leaving? "

Heibao grinned and swayed his tail.

This group of fools, how do you know that in this range, boss, we can receive an idea.

Although it's not your opponent, it's OK to block for a period of time.

This scene also happens to other dragons, but the dialogue is different.

"Those who stand in my way will die!"

Killers have no choice but to fight hard.

At one time, eight dragons fight with eight killers.

The strength of the seventh level dragon is equivalent to a star wars Zun, but Heibao has three levels of ancient blood, and their strength is one level higher.

They are better than the two star battle Zun, but they are not rivals of the three star battle Zun.

However, it is not so easy to kill a seven level dragon by sanxingzhanzun, and it also has to pay a considerable price.

The eight killers are all dying. In front of them, there is a giant dragon blocking the way, and then Zhang Xing, the God of death. The hope of survival has dropped to the lowest point.

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Zhang Xing, the evil spirit, is not a disciple of Dongfang Zhaoyang. Where does his cultivation come from?

It's only about ten years old. It's a star worshiper's realm. It's four or five times more than the Oriental Zhaoyang evil spirits.

Eighteen three-star class killers were killed by him, who in the world can match him.

At this rate of development, perhaps less than 20 years old, Zhang Xing has become a saint.

What will the killer headquarters do then? Kill or not. I'm afraid they are killed.

"Damn black dragon, get out of my way, I'll fight with you..."

A killer who fought with Heibao couldn't attack for a long time. His eyes were red and he roared loudly. He broke out all his accomplishments. He did not evade Heibao's huge claws. He stabbed his sword into Heibao's abdomen.

Heibao smiles coldly. Who is afraid of anyone? Unless you can kill Ben long with one sword.

What's more, you don't have a chance to fight with Ben long because The boss is right behind you!

Pooh!

The killer's thin sword is about to stab Hei Bao's abdomen.

His eyes brightened and his face showed excitement.

As long as you can hit this black dragon, you can escape!

However, the tip of the thin sword is still a little distance from Heibao's dragon scale.

A knife flashed behind him, and a knife shot out of his mouth.

The killer suddenly lost all his strength, and the thin sword in his hand couldn't stab forward for half an inch.

Before he died, he saw the three inch knife in Zhang Xing's hand.

"Hum! Look for death

He scornfully looked at the body falling from high altitude, disdain way.

Hei Bao was fearless in the face of danger, and never frowned. He felt very big and graceful.

Zhang Xing praised the thumbs up, aiming at Heibao a little, Heibao more proud.