Super Dragon Cultivation System

How could Purple Robe Demon Emperor not be a match for Zhang Xing? How was this possible?!    

It was one thing for this kid to cultivate the Devil Martial at the same time, but he was still at the same realm as Elementary Battle-King. However, the combat energy he unleashed was comparable to a half-step Combat Venerable!    

Purple Robe Demon Emperor, who was sent flying, had a dumbfounded expression on his face. The other three were distracted and were forced back by the three dragons.    

"Hehe, this is the first style of the Dragon Fist. I'll let you have a taste of the second style!"    

"Heaven Splitting Fist!"    

After advancing four levels, the second and third style of the Dragon Fist could finally be used.    

Purple Robe Demon Emperor's internal organs were not badly injured, so he instantly defended himself when he landed on the ground.    

"Devil Soil Thick Wall!"    

Six thick earth walls rose from the ground in front of him.    

Zhang Xing's second Dragon Fist had arrived as well.    

Crack! Crack! Boom!    

The Heaven Splitting Fist was unstoppable, even the sky could crack, let alone a few magic walls.    

The corners of Purple Robe Demon Emperor's eyes twitched. This little bastard was too fierce!    

Now, it was time to stop him from approaching. If the magician was approached by a warrior, then he would be tortured!    

Furthermore, Zhang Xing's strength was obviously higher than his. That was waiting for death!    

"Ten Thousand Vines Bind!"    

"Sea of marsh!"    

"Mind Bind!"    

He quickly retreated and used magic to block Zhang Xing's steps.    

He was so f * cking useless, being chased around by a child!    

His heart was burning with anger, and his teeth were aching with hatred.    

Damn it, this brat's magic realm didn't seem to be low either. The devil strength on his body was drawn but didn't emit, as if it was brewing something, so he had to be on guard.    

As he was on guard, just as he was about to use the floating technique to retreat in the next second, he suddenly realized that his movements could not keep up with his thoughts!    

Not good!    

It was the Pace Slowing Arts!    

I didn't sense it at all. This level of skill is unpredictable, even more powerful than mine.    

How could he let others live? He felt bitter in his heart, but the mental energy didn't slack off.    

Almost at the moment when he felt that something was wrong, he cast a magic to dispel it.    

In an instant, his body lit up like a lamp, and white light overflowed in all directions!    

Hmph! Using these low level magic on a Devil Emperor is simply looking down on me too much.    

Just as he thought of this, his scalp felt like it was going to explode, and a muffled sound came from his back.    

"Bang!"    

"Wah!"    

He spat out a mouthful of blood.    

His body slammed heavily onto the ground. When he turned around to look, he was stunned.    

"Why are there two Zhang Xing?"    

But he immediately understood. It was a mirror spell!    

Damn brat, the magic and Martial Skills were playing too well.    

It was impossible to guard against it!    

No, he couldn't just passively take a beating. He had to use a big move to quickly finish him off.    

Zhang Xing didn't stop. He followed closely behind Purple Robe Demon Emperor.    

Heaven Splitting Fist!    

"Bang!"    

Just as Purple Robe Demon Emperor fell to the ground, a punch carrying a fierce Dragon Qi arrived.    

After the loud bang, he disappeared from where he stood.    

"Strange, where is he? It's impossible for him to be beaten until there's nothing left, right?"    

Zhang Xing was just curious when the sky suddenly became bright, as if there was an additional sun.    

Narrowing his eyes, he saw Purple Robe Demon Emperor's entire body was wrapped in a white light, and he was holding a three foot long staff that was as white as jade in his hand.    

He muttered some strange tunes, but Zhang Xing could not understand them.    

"Hmph! It must be some kind of super powerful skill, and you still need to slowly nag before you can release it?"    

"Interrupt you, I won't give you a chance!"    

Zhang Xing immediately threw out a punch.    

"Get down here!"    

"Bang!"    

The expected situation did not occur. The punch was blocked by the white light on Purple Robe Demon Emperor's body.    

"What kind of magic is this? It seems to be quite powerful, and it even has a defense!"    

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

"I'll attack..."    

Boom! Boom! Boom! Three consecutive punches were useless. It was as if a stone had sunk into the ocean and did not cause any waves.