803: C803 Group Attack

C803 Group Attack

803. AOE.

"Stop shouting, the person who killed your grandson is right in front of you. What are you looking around for?"

Shua!

Sheng Long suddenly turned his head to look.

"It's you?"

He looked at Zhang Xing in disbelief.

This young man had been standing there calmly the whole time. He had never even moved a finger.

How could it be him?

No! No, there must be someone else.

To be able to kill without leaving a trace in front of them, how could it be a youth?

His grandson's body did not collapse, but the cephalo- just happened to roll down under his feet. This was controlled by someone.

With the precise control of this hand, this person was definitely an expert of Advanced Battle-Emperor's level.

Sheng Long stared at Zhang Xing for a moment, but he still couldn't believe it.

He looked at samurai again, asking for help.

samurai smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I didn't notice it was him, and there were no abnormalities around him either."

"Alright, don't make wild guesses. I was the one who killed him. If you want revenge, come at me. If you don't want revenge, then get lost."

Zhang Xing really didn't want to waste any more time with them.

It had only been two minutes since Zhang Xing entered the battlefield and used the wind blade to cut off Sheng Kaituo's cephalo-.

At this time, the people from the Dongfang family and the Sheng Jia had stopped fighting. They gathered on both sides, waiting for the next order.

To them, the death of a grand young master was a huge event that could overturn the heavens.

Looking at Chief's sad and puzzled expression, the eyes of the people from the Sheng Jia turned red. As long as Chief gave the order, they would rush forward and kill Zhang Xing.

"Good! Good! Good! You brat have guts. Since you admit to killing my grandson, then I won't be polite either. "

"Tear him and the people of the Dongfang family into pieces and bury them with my grandson!"

Narrowing his eyes, Sheng Long pointed at Zhang Xing and the others with a cold glint in his eyes and said fiercely.

The more than five hundred people of the Sheng Jia were like wild horses that had lost their reins. They were shouting and waving their swords and sabers as they charged over.

The people from the Dongfang family wanted to move, but they were stopped by Zhang Xing.

"You guys are too small. You are no match for them. Let me do it."

"No!"

Dongfang Chengye immediately shouted.

"Little brother, don't take any risks. There are too many of them. Let's go."

"Ying Er, bring this little brother away immediately. Call your big brother and go as far as you can. Don't come back again."2

"Today, our Dongfang family will fight to the death with their Sheng Jia."

"Ying Er, why aren't you leaving yet? What are you waiting for?"

As Dongfang Chengye spoke, he took a steel knife from his subordinate. He saw his granddaughter staring blankly ahead, as if she did not hear what he said.

Then he looked at all the juniors and all the most loyal Subordinate. They all had the same expression as their granddaughter.

He felt that there was something wrong. He turned around and was stunned.

He saw over five hundred Sheng Jia elite fighters lying on the ground.

The remaining 50 plus people were all trembling as they retreated.

The youth took a step forward, and they retreated three steps.

At this moment, they had already retreated behind Sheng Long and samurai.

The two of them also took out their weapons and slowly retreated.

"I told you, if you don't want to die, get lost. Now it seems like you want to die, so I'll grant your wish "

Zhang Xing stopped walking and said calmly.

While Zhang Xing was talking, samurai thought that it was a good opportunity to strike.

This young man's combat strength was terrifying. The Instant Magic was just too fast, so fast that even Advanced Battle-Emperor couldn't see it clearly.

However, the magician was not a warrior after all. Close combat was not their strong point.

This young man was too arrogant. He actually dared to walk within three meters of me.

He is dead for sure!

samurai's Wide Sword instantly chopped down, aiming at the center of Zhang Xing's cephalo-.

Emperor Rank Martial Skills, one slash, two segments!

Ding!

A scene that caused everyone's jaws to drop appeared.

That fierce, thunderous slash was gently clamped between two fingers.

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