Chapter 51 The Killer of the Ghost Mastiff

Zhao Yong's legs kicked, and his body jumped high, like a tiger jumping in a stream. He jumped on the side next to the ghost mastiff. His arms stretched out, his chest breathed, his blood was boiling, and the muscles of his whole body trembled. Zhao Yong's body seemed to make a tiger roar.

A gust of wind rose from the ground, causing the mane on the ghost mastiff's head flying everywhere.

Zhao Yong's fist turned into a fist shadow and hit the ghost mastiff like raindrops, covering it all over his attack. The ghost mastiff's body is swaying, frequently avoiding the key points of the body, and trying to delay the time to completely integrate Wang Qiang's genes successfully.

Zhao Yong can't leave the earplug door of the ghost mastiff.

Although the ghost mastiff dodged desperately, the face door was still hit by Zhao Yong one after another. Zhao Yong was like a tiger going down the mountain, roaring in the mountains, and the boxing wind became more and more fierce. The physical strength of the ghost mastiff has begun to be unable to support Zhao Yong's continuous blows. His head is dizzy, and even his vision is affected.

The ghost mastiff suddenly realized that if it goes on like this, he will be killed by Zhao Yong on the spot without waiting for his successful integration.

Bum! Bang! Bang!

Zhao Yong was another three black tigers, hitting the ear of the ghost mastiff accurately. The ghost mastiff's head buzzed, and there seemed to be a tiger roar in his ear.

A trace of blood overflowed from the ghost mastiff's ears. Obviously, his head suffered continuous fierce attacks and suffered a lot of trauma.

Zhao Yong's stormy attack finally got results. There was a dull low roar in the throat of the ghost mastiff's throat. He shook his head, threw it on Wang Qiang's body, and rushed up again.

The attack just now really disappeared a lot of physical energy in Zhao Yong's body. In the face of the crazy counterattack of the ghost mastiff, Zhao Yong was a little powerless in the follow-up. However, Zhao Yong moved horizontally, moved in a small area, and narrowly avoided the attack of the ghost mastiff. He rushed forward with an arrow step and lifted Wang Qiang's body on the ground and threw it far away.

The ghost mastiff suddenly fell into a dilemma. On the one hand, he was entangled by Zhao Yong and could not get out. His attack could always be avoided by Zhao Yong.

On the other side is the sound of gnawing the corpse in the darkness in the distance. Obviously, some animals are devouring the corpse. Although Zhao Yong's night vision ability was very real at night, it did not prevent the ghost mastiff from seeing it clearly. Several weak rat beasts quickly nibbled the body on the ground into a white bone, and there was no trace of flesh and blood left on it.

The resentment in the heart of the ghost mastiff could not be washed by the water of the Yangtze River, and there was an angry roar in his mouth.

At this time, the body of the ghost mastiff suddenly shrank by a quarter, as if it was suddenly squeezed together. Zhao Yong noticed the performance of the ghost mastiff, and he didn't have time to think about it. He had seen a real smoke arrow quietly spewing out from the mouth of the ghost mastiff and flying towards him.

Zhao Yong shivered all over, and a cold breath came straight to him. Although Zhao Yong didn't understand what it was, it was obvious that this air arrow that made the ghost mastiff compress a quarter of his body to release was not a good thing.

Because the distance was too close, Zhao Yong didn't have much time at all. He could only try to avoid the edge of the air arrow on his back, but he was still brushed by the air arrow and flew over the skin on his arm.

Suddenly, half of Zhao Yong's scratched arm fell into the ice cellar, and the cold hair on the skin fell off in an instant. All kinds of negative emotions suddenly invaded his nerve along the pores and followed the nerve to the nerve center.

Despair, sadness, panic, madness and other human negative emotions instantly filled Zhao Yong's mind.

Even if Zhao Yong's heart is like iron and steel, he is also as big as a bucket for a moment for the huge negative emotions that invaded in an instant, and his head is dizzy, and he is struggling to support under the attack of negative emotions.

Fortunately, the out-of-control state did not last for a long time. It seemed that the blink of an eye was like the past few days. Zhao Yong roared, which broke free from the influence of all negative emotions and woke up again. Fortunately, he was just scratched by an air arrow. I don't know what the consequences would be if he was hit head-on.

Although Zhao Yong was sweaty and weak, he felt that his heart had been washed, his heart was empty, and his will was more firm.

Zhao Yong looked around and found that the ghost mastiff had disappeared and disappeared. Although he did not understand why the ghost mastiff would give up to win, Zhao Yong knew that the move just now must have been the killer of the ghost mastiff.

Zhao Yong reluctantly bent down and picked up the withered branches from the ground, supported his body, staggered back, and left here soon.

He has felt a lot of powerful breaths peeping around him, and he is approaching step by step. The fierce battle just now has already attracted many strong mutant monsters around. You must leave here quickly, keep your time and recover your strength, otherwise it will be easy to be buried in the mouth of these beasts.

Not long after Zhao Yong left, there were bursts of sharp roars from the white bones of Wang Qiang's body. A vole the size of a football began to mutinate, and his limbs obviously became thicker, and his figure was also one meter high.

The most strange thing is its sneaky eyes, which look like a double eye, which looks particularly flexible.

In the leeward corner of a pumping canal, the ghost mastiff dragged his weak body and hid in it to survive.

The air arrow instantly consumes all the energy in its body, bringing together all the negative emotions of the people and animals it has eaten. If it hits Zhao Yong, he will fall into madness and can't extricate himself. He will slowly exhaust his physical strength and die. He can kill Zhao Yong effortlessly. It is the killer mace that he has never used. It knows that once it hits itself, the body will be unable to move because of the heavy load.

Once the air arrow is hit, whether it is hit or not, the ghost mastiff must leave here immediately, because all this success has nothing to do with it for the time being. Unexpectedly, Zhao Yong avoided it. He really avoided it. The ghost mastiff caught a glimpse of Zhao Yong doing it at that moment. He knew that if he didn't leave, he would really not have another chance.

The ghost mastiff dragged his extremely weak body and hid it. The resentment in his heart was like a full of weed, and it could not melt. Now there is nothing he can do. He has to tear Zhao Yong tore up after recovering his wounds to relieve his hatred. At this moment, Zhao Yong also left because of excessive consumption and decisively.

The two people on the plateau have returned to the place where they broke up with Zhao Yong. The two giant wolves smelled Zhao Yong and continued to march southwest. At this moment, a long wolf howl cut through the tranquility of the night sky. In an instant, the beast roared one after another, including all kinds of powerful roars in response to provocation. And this sound is too familiar to the plateau. The plateau is completely sure that this is the roar of the ghost mastiff.

Although I don't know why this ghost mastiff suddenly broke the calm, it is certain that it is in trouble, and this trouble is likely to be Zhao Yong.

The plateau clamped the waist of the eight dragons with both hands, and the eight dragons immediately roared and raised the speed to the extreme in an instant.

The two dogs galloped forward in the direction of the wolf's howling sound. Gradually, they could faintly hear the sound of fighting, and they were getting closer and closer to the target.

Without waiting for them to get there, the direction where the sound suddenly came out suddenly became a dead silence, and there was no more fight.

It's not good! The two were afraid that they would find that Zhao Yong had suffered a lot from him in the past.

Unexpectedly, there was only a blood-red white bone left on the ground. The flesh and blood on the bones were gnawed clean, and the thick smell of blood in the air seemed to tell them about the tragedy that had just happened.

Several mice, which looked strange in shape, still licked the smell of blood left on the white bones.

Eight dragons and Jiulong roared in their throats and rushed up quickly. Several mice on the white bone pile dispersed in an instant, fled in several directions, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Ross looked at the white bone on the ground in a daze. She still couldn't believe how such a domineering person turned into a white bone on the ground in a blink of an eye. What she couldn't say in her heart was sadness, sighing or... Maybe it all. How long can she walk in this chaotic end of the world? At this time, she suddenly looked forward to the fearless figure. It seemed that he was around and everything could be passed safely.

The bottom of the plateau also felt heavy. He didn't expect the unstoppable Brother Yong to fall here. In a trance, the pale face seemed to appear in his eyes.

How could it be like this? How could it be like this? Luo Si shouted over and over again in his heart, and the tears in his eyes couldn't help but drip down again. The last time the fake death on the plateau, how could the white bones on the ground make people come back to life? It completely broke the hope and the world was capricious.

"What are you thinking about? Let's go. What are you two doing? Get out of here quickly. A long-lost voice remembered behind Ross, pulling the two people immersed in sadness back to reality.

Ross turned around and rubbed her tearful eyes. A familiar figure came into her eyes and gradually became clear. Luo Si really couldn't believe his eyes and couldn't help taking two steps back.

"Are you a human or a ghost!" Luo Si shouted harshly, guarding against this figure and commanding Jiulong to launch an attack at any time. She didn't believe that there was any resurreation in the world.

The plateau stood aside with a surprised expression. Obviously, he was also stunned by this familiar figure. Jiulong and Balong roared at the figure in front of Luo Si.

"Of course it's a human. Why don't you know each other? The white bone on the ground is the body of the werewolf. Just now, I fought with the ghost mastiff for a long time and finally escaped from death. This figure came out of the corner, and it was Zhao Yong. He held a dead branch in his hand, and his pale face barely squeezed out a smiling face. His body swayed. Seeing that he was exhausted, his eyes were black and fell to the ground.