Super Dragon Cultivation System

The Purple Shirt Devil Emperor is not Xiao Zhangxing's opponent, how is this possible?

This kid, fellow Demon Wuwu, is still in the realm of a junior war king, but the fighting spirit that erupted is comparable to a half-step warlord!

The purple shirt Devil Emperor was bombarded with a look of humiliation ((bi) bi). The other three were distracted and dispelled by the three dragons.

"Hehe, this is the first style of Longquan. Let me try the second style!"

"Cracking Sky Fist!"

After four consecutive upgrades, the second and third forms of Longquan can finally be used.

The purple shirt demon emperor suffered no serious internal abdominal injuries, and immediately defended as he landed.

"A thick wall of magic soil!"

(身 sh n) Six thick earth walls erected one after another.

Zhang Xing's second dragon fist arrived too.

Click! Click! boom!

The split sky fist is unstoppable, and the sky can split, let alone a few magic walls.

The purple shirt demon emperor's eyes drew, the cub was too special.

Now it is to prevent him from approaching. If the magician is approached by the warrior, wait for the abuse!

And Zhang Xing's strength is significantly higher than him, that is to wait for death!

"Manto Entwined!"

"Sea of ​​swamps!"

"Heart bondage!"

While stepping back quickly, casting magic to stop Zhang Xing's footsteps.

What a terrible thing, a kid chasing around!

Fire in my heart, hated toothache.

Damn, the kid's magical realm doesn't seem to be low, the magic on him (body sh n) does not provoke, as if something is brewing, be prepared.

I was thinking about precautions, when the next second was about to perform floating and retreating, I suddenly found that the movement could not keep up with my thinking!

not good!

It's retardation!

I didn't sense it at all, this magical realm was better than me.

This also makes people not alive, the heart is bitter, but the mental strength is not slack.

Almost when I felt wrong, I cast a magical dispel on myself.

(身 sh n) The body moment was like lighting a light, and the white awns overflowed!

Humph! Casting these low-level magics on a demon emperor is simply looking down on me.

When I first thought of it, my scalp exploded and my back murmured.

"Oh!"

"Wow!"

Spit a spit of blood.

(Body sh n) He hit the ground fiercely, turned his head and looked at it.

"Why two Zhang Xing?"

But I immediately realized that it was mirroring!

Damn boy, magic and martial arts are too slippery.

Defendable!

No, you can't be beaten so passively, you have to release a big move and quickly solve him.

Zhang Xing didn't stay, followed closely by the Purple Shirt Devil Emperor.

Skybreaker!

"boom!"

Just when the Purple Shirt Devil Emperor just fell to the ground, he arrived with a sharp punch.

After the roar, the figure was lost in place.

"Strange, what about people? There's no residue left to be beaten, right?"

Zhang Xing was weird. Suddenly the sky became bright, like an extra sun.

Squinting and looking, I saw that the purple shirt Demon Emperor (body sh 身 n) was wrapped in white (color) light, holding a white three-foot long staff like a jade in his hand.

Some strange notes murmured in his mouth, which Zhang Xing couldn't understand.

"Huh! What must be a big move, isn't it the same that you have to slowly take it off to release?"

"Interrupt you and don't give you a chance!"

Zhang Xing immediately punched out.

"You get me down!"

"Oh!"

The intended (qing) situation was not born (fa), the punch was resisted by the white light outside the purple shirt Demon Emperor.

"What kind of magic is this? It looks (very ting) terrific, and it's defensive!"

"I don't believe I can't break your defense!"

"I hit ..."

Boom boom! Three consecutive punches have no effect, as if the sea was sinking in the sea, without causing a wave of waves.