Chapter 150 The End of Mountains

A Wolf looked back at Wu Yang with complex emotions in his eyes and said, "What do you want to do?"

At this moment, Wu Yang still has a smile on his face and a gun in his hand, but the muzzle is not aimed at the "metal" in the distance, but at his forehead. "Brother Wolf, in your eyes, his speed is not absolute. You can walk away. Since he is a brother, do you think I can drag you down?"

"You..."

"Don't talk nonsense, go, or I'll shoot," Wu Yang's tone is resolute and unsuspectable. If the wolf doesn't leave, he will really shoot himself, although he shoot himself. "If you feel guilty and destroy the Qing Gang and kill Uncle Li for me in the future, then Brother Jiuquan I will also be happy..."

"You..."

"You don't have to do this. In fact, no one can leave." Just when the wolf was in trouble, the young man slowly raised his two fingers and put them in his mouth, blowing vigorously. The sharp whistle frightened countless birds that perched at night, and more than a dozen figures rose with a large number of frightened birds.

Like the fierce ghosts crawling out of hell, fifteen figures appeared around the two wolves in no particular order, blocking each of their escape routes.

The standard dull face is empty. Eyes, the same height, and a strong inch, all elements are combined into one word - the death group.

Only the death team is not afraid of the big killers on their bodies.

Looking at Wuyang, A Lang's eyes are as cold as ever, but there is a trace of warmth in his heart. Is this brother? At a critical moment, he would rather sacrifice himself to protect the other party. Although he has always been used to walk alone, Wolf has to admit that it feels like a brother... It's good.

"Hey..." He shook his head with a wry smile, and Wu Yang put down his gun and said, "Brother Wolf, look, this time the two of them are finished playing together."

He reached out and patted Wu Yang on the shoulder vigorously. A Lang wanted to say something, but he really didn't know what he could say, what to say, maybe it's better not to say anything... Men don't need to say too much.

"Is the sensationalism between your brothers over? After that, you can go on the road with peace of mind. After all, this is the instructor's order. A voice without any emotion came from behind the members of the surrounding death team, followed by a ringing finger, and those death members who were originally like puppets launched the fiercest attack on the two.

Only know how to attack with all your strength, and only know how to kill the members of the death team, not to mention fifteen at the same time, but only one or two are extremely difficult to deal with. You can imagine what kind of attack the Wolf and Wolf are suffering now.

Wolf's figure was played to the extreme. When he rushed into the enemy array first, a pair of iron fists that could shake with mechanical youth without falling behind were the fierce weapons to deal with these inanimate enemies.

A "bang" punched an enemy. Even if it is an emotionless creature, the feeling of breaking half of his body is still uncomfortable, but the wolf can't relax, that is, the enemy who broke half of his body can also suffocate.

I dodged a very unethical yin leg, and four or five pairs of strong domineering fists came towards me, and I don't know how many cold claws are waiting for me behind me...

At the same time, he met ten members of the death team. Although he was reimbursed two of them because of the preemptive, the remaining eight "people" made the wolf suffer endlessly. After fighting for only two or three minutes, he received at least more than ten punches, dozens of claws, and countless strong legs on his body.

Of course, the enemy is also uncomfortable. Among the remaining eight people, there are many people who lack arms and legs. Several people don't even have two legs, but as long as they don't die, they are still looking for opportunities to give Wolf a blow.

The wolf with rough skin and thick flesh has cell activity that ordinary people can't reach, but now it is also bloody and physically and mentally exhausted.

Fortunately, the mechanical young man did not join the battle group earlier, otherwise the wolf would not be able to hold on long ago.

smashed an opponent again. Although it was the price of a hard punch in the future, the pressure of the enemy array without one opponent did not decrease but increased. I don't know when the already weak enemy camp joined a new member.

A Wolf was shocked all over, but he didn't dare to think about anything. The five death members who originally dealt with Wu Yang came to his side, but Wu Yang was not already...

"Ah..."

The sad screams echoed in the woods, and it was not others who screamed, but the wolf.

Like an injured leopard, he roared out of the accumulated anger in his heart, and suddenly felt a little relieved in his chest. He didn't care about the gains and losses of his body, paid the price of breaking ten ribs, and repelled several death members who were too close. The corners of the wolf's eyes swept to the battlefield belonging to Wuyang. At this look, he suddenly felt as uncomfortable as his heart tearing.

A destructive hatred rose from his chest, and the seven holes of his pale paper face burst out of red blood. The tearful appearance was more ferocious than the lame legs and empty expression of the death members.

is a completely desperate way of playing, regardless of the physical damage. In the madness, the strength seems to have risen by one level. At this moment, no member of death can reach his own punch or a palm.

With the head of the last member of Death being blown, it was not the end of a battle, but the beginning of another perhaps more fierce battle, because the more difficult opponents were always there, but they did not do it for unknown reasons.

At this moment, the wolf has almost no complete muscle all over his body. His flesh and blood are blurred, his skin is open, his abdomen is swollen and disordered, and his ribs are not even more intact. His whole body is supported by a mouthful of fierceness.

His eyes burst into crazy eyes, and the Wolf's words were more piercing than the sharpest dagger. "Even if you are just a pile of metal, I will remove you and turn you into scrap iron!!!"

"Human beings are really strange creatures," the young man's face did not change at all, and his words smelled mechanically. "Can anger enhance your strength? Fifteensi shen members have been consumed, and now they still have the ability to act? If so, then I can help you again, which should increase your anger value more.

"How dare you!!!" The bloody pupil stared at the young man. Even if his heart was crazy because of anger, the wolf did not dare to act at all, because the other party was holding... Wu Yang!

Although the wolf is extremely determined, he can't bear to look at Wu Yang more. He has lost his hands and feet. Wu Yang, who seems to be picked up from the blood water, is like a piece of garbage that can be discarded at any time. He is hung in the air by the young man's neck in one hand. Due to the obstruction of breathing, the two eyeballs almost bulges out of his eyes, and the whole piece is bloody. The covered face is full of pain.

"Do you want him to continue to live? Don't worry, in my hands, it's difficult for him to die. After carefully observing the changes of the wolf, the young man's words did not hesitate to add fuel to the fire, which made the wolf more furious.

"Sneak..." A large mouthful of blood rain spewed out of the wolf's mouth, and his heart was dripping blood. Seeing that his brother was suffering from inhuman pain, he could only stare dryly. The helpless and painful taste almost tore the wolf's whole heart. He couldn't bear to look at it again. The wolf lowered his head, although this action seemed extremely cowardly to him.

"Oh...he..." All of a sudden, the familiar laughter came into his ear. Although it was very weak, the wolf still heard it clearly. He raised his head and saw the painful smile. Wu Yang smiled... Wu Yang, whose limbs were broken and suffering from inhuman pain, smiled, although he smiled very sadly...

"Wolf...Wolf brother...kill...kill me..." intermittently spit out a few weak notes, Wu Yang could not go on, but the blood-soaked face still smiled, smiling so naturally, as if he couldn't feel pain at all...

"I want your life!!!"

Wolf roared, regardless of Wu Yang's life or death, launched a fierce attack on the young man - since he can't save him, it's better to give him a good pleasure!!!

"Hey..." He held a stiff smile at the corners of his mouth and waved his hand around Wu Yang's neck. Wu Yang's body became the sharpest dark weapon and shot straight at the wolf.

The young man knows that this cat-and-mouse game should be over. His opponent is very tough, but unfortunately he is bound by ridiculous human feelings, otherwise he should be stronger...

Looking at Wu Yang's body roaring towards him, A Lang did not dare to neglect. Although he knew that the enemy's attack followed closely, he had no choice.

A forward rush, reached out to firmly catch Wu Yang's body, unable to stand still, a pair of iron fists that tore through the air instantly appeared in front of the wolf, without a trace of human fireworks fists, I'm afraid of 10,000 pounds of power, and the fist wind alone has blown the face painful.

With one hand, Wu Yang, who lacked limbs, was held into his arms to ensure that he could no longer be threatened. He hurriedly punched and abruptly hit the fist waved by the young man.

"Bang!" With a sound, the wolf only felt that his throat was sweet. At the moment when the blood spewed out, the whole body flew back like a broken kite until it hit a thick tree trunk.

The qi and blood in his body rolled, the meridians were disordered, and the ribs were all broken. What's more, the young man's seemingly ordinary punch even cracked his spine. The wolf remembered, but he couldn't move at all. He struggled hard, but spit out a mouthful of blood.

The young man walked slowly at a heavy pace, and the sound of footsteps was like stepping on the wolf's heart, which means that the wolf is one step closer to death.

Slowly raised his hand and looked at the wolf who still wanted to protect Wu Yang's arms until he died. The young man's brain, which was destined not to produce any human emotions, suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Is this the so-called human feeling? It's really annoying." With a voice that only he could hear, the young man no longer hesitated, and his high palm fell rapidly, aimed at the wolf's spiritual cover.

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