Chapter 50 The Desire of Fighting

Zhao Yong saw at a glance that Wang Qiang had been scared out by the ghost mastiff, and his will had become extremely fragile. His practice had been abolished, and he could only continue to take the seemingly shortcut cannibalism.

This road, like the drugs before the end of the world, is an irresistible dead end. Wang Qiang walked into a dead end from the beginning, and his final ending also could not escape the monster of becoming a half-human and half-beast.

Zhao Yong has some sympathy for Wang Qiang. How pathetic people who don't understand real martial arts are!

The ghost mastiff dodged aside and dodged Zhao Yong's attack. This action also made his heart furious, but it knew that the man in front of him was not so easy to deal with.

It roared loudly from time to time and carefully chose the opportunity to prepare for attack.

The vitality in Zhao Yong's body is running rapidly, and the battle factor of the blood is gradually boiling, and an inexplicable fighting spirit envelops his soul. If it was to save Wang Qiang before, now he must fight against the ghost mastiff and crush the pride of the ghost mastiff with his strong strength.

He vaguely felt that if he escaped again, his firm heart would fluctuate, leaving an invincible shadow of the ghost mastiff.

Zhao Yong felt the meaning of fighting for himself for the first time. He began to yearn for fighting. Fighting stimulated his nerves more and more excited like a stimulant.

The ghost mastiff felt that Zhao Yong's fighting spirit was constantly rising, emitting a strong aura, and faintly surrounded himself in the middle.

It's terrible. Without a meal, Zhao Yong's strength has improved again.

Zhao Yong's figure kept enlarging in Wang Qiang's eyes, until he crushed all the calculating ideas in Wang Qiang's heart, leaving only the idea of escaping far away and never want to come back. Zhao Yong has planted invincible seeds in Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang's martial arts are completely abandoned this time. Now even if Zhao Yong stands in front of Wang Qiang and let him do it, he dares not do it and is scared.

The ghost mastiff's body was completely released from the shackles, and his beast spirit was constantly stimulated by Zhao Yong's fighting spirit. There was a faint tendency to compete with Zhao Yong, but his momentum was still steadily overshadowed by Zhao Yong.

Zhao Yong laughed, and the joints on his arm exploded with a tiger roar. With one punch, this punch rolled up the wind, and the tiger rushed straight to the ghost mastiff, and suddenly flew away.

The wind is from the tiger, and the cloud is from the dragon.

A gust of wind swept the sand and stone at the ghost mastiff. Wang Qiang only felt that Zhao Yong punched him and turned into a bloody tiger mouth, vowing to swallow the ghost mastiff.

The ghost mastiff opened his mouth on his face and wanted to bite off Zhao Yong's arm. Naturally, Zhao Yong would not be stupid enough to fight hard with it. The muscles of his arms shook, and his right fist turned down and hit the ghost mastiff's nose like a hammer.

The ghost mastiff let out a scream, and his face seemed to be splashed with ink. The red and white came out, and tears were all beaten out. In the same action, the ghost mastiff could react with his own strength last time, but this time he was punched hard to his face.

The ghost mastiff has been injured. As expected, Zhao Yong is invincible. Zhao Yong has almost risen to the level of Superman in Wang Qiang's heart at this moment, and he is invincible.

The ghost mastiff's head was smashed to pieces, but he did not lose his mind and quickly retreated, trying to avoid Zhao Yong's edge for the time being.

Zhao Yong did not want to give the ghost mastiff any chance to breathe at all. He continued to chase and beat fiercely, and did not leave the door on the face of the ghost mastiff. The ghost mastiff was attacked by Zhao Yong, and his heart was even more angry. He couldn't stop roaring, and then returned to the color.

Zhao Yong's left hand two fingers to take water, like two iron sticks pounding the eyes on the face of the mastiff.

The ghost mastiff shook the wolf's head and avoided it slightly. Zhao Yong followed a fierce hand knife in his right hand, with a sound of breaking the air, and hit the neck of the ghost mastiff. The ghost mastiff hurriedly turned his head, opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and let out a roar to the sky. The loud sound made people's ears numb, and the sound rushed straight to Zhao Yong. Although his heart was like steel, it was inevitable to be affected, and his movements suddenly stagnated.

With a roar, the ghost mastiff moved back to the situation and bit back to Zhao Yong. Zhao Yong kicked the ground with his feet. In an instant, he withdrew a few meters away and was about to jump out of the attack range of the ghost mastiff.

The ghost mastiff was obviously unwilling to retreat so easily. His limbs swelled a little, and the muscles on his legs suddenly launched, closely caught up with Zhao Yong's pace. His dark front paws were hidden under his body, ready to quietly lean out from under his body, and rushed straight to Zhao Yong's neck, and gave him a tooth for a tooth.

Zhao Yong's cold hair has already heard the center of gravity of the ghost mastiff's body, and all the movements of the ghost mastiff have fallen into his control.

Although Zhao Yong's body is nourished by vitality, the time is still short, and it can't be as rough and thick as a ghost mastiff. If he is swept, he must be killed by a broken neck.

Zhao Yong's body is flexible and shakes out a shadow. He is about to get out of the claws of the ghost mastiff. At this time, the ghost mastiff breathes through the front paws, and the qi and blood are superimposed layer by layer from all over the body. The volume of the front claws of the ghost mastiff suddenly expands by one-third, and continues to sweep it. If you can't escape.

Zhao Yong gave a broken shout in his mouth, and his vitality was transported to his arm. In an instant, the blue veins under the skin were staggered, and his muscles bulged high.

Bum! Ka! Ka!

Zhao Yong was swept away by this aggressive claw and smashed several walls back in a row. The rest of the situation did not subside, and his whole body also rolled into the next room. The ghost mastiff made provocative roars. Obviously, under the strong attack all the way, he finally raised his eyebrows and exhaled.

At this time, a few bricks flew out of the collapsed ruins and went straight to the face of the ghost mastiff.

The ghost mastiff looked contemptuously at the flying bricks, hurriedly raised the beast's claws and waved them repeatedly, and hit all the bricks into pieces. Then at this moment, a jar-sized fist appeared behind the brick and came. Only a loud bang was heard. The vinegar-like fist was like a bronze hammer, domineeringly hitting the forehead of the ghost mastiff.

The two-meter-high body of the ghost mastiff was beaten back in the air, knocked down several dead trees as thick as human waists on the roadside, and hit a cement telegraph pole to stop retreating.

The ghost mastiff was pounded fiercely by Zhao Yonggang, and his eyes were smashed with gold stars. For a moment, the qi and blood in his body surged, his limbs were floating, and he shook his head and stood up again.

The two sides are up and down, and the two sides have fought with each other several times in more than ten seconds.

Zhao Yong operated his vitality and dredged his arm. Although he had just concentrated on protecting the key points of his body, the huge force made his arm muscles red and swollen, and his upper arm was a little sore. After the nourishment of vitality, his body was finally repaired for a short time.

Zhao Yong flashed in front of the ghost mastiff, waved his huge fist, lightning speed, and hit the same position heavily just now. He was about to hit the hard copper head of the ghost mastiff with a few punches.

The ghost mastiff shouted again, and his hair instantly expanded and hardened. The roots were as hard as steel needles, like a dog-shaped hedgehog.

Zhao Yong continued to beat down, and his palms were bound to be invalidated. At this time, the front claws of the ghost mastiff were killed again. Zhao Yong suddenly raised his legs and flashed to the side of the ghost mastiff to avoid the vicious attack of the ghost mastiff. At the same time, his right hand's five fingers were slightly bent and his fist was a hoe. A golden chicken nodded and pecked on the ghost mastiff's delicate nose.

Wo! The ghost mastiff raised his hair and screamed heartbreakingly!

It hurts! Srout pain! The ghost mastiff was so painful that his eyes were instantly congested, his eyes were red, and his crazy momentum climbed to the top in an instant, which exploded in an instant.

At this time, the ghost mastiff completely ignored Zhao Yong's stormy attack, like a crazy tiger. He just wanted to tear Zhao Yong into pieces to vent his hatred.

Relying on his flexible skills, Zhao Yong kept fighting around the ghost mastiff. His hands seized the opportunity to pat the demon-like body of the ghost mastiff again and again, killing the physical strength and fighting spirit of the ghost mastiff little by little.

click! Another telegraph pole was grabbed into pieces by the ghost mastiff in a few seconds. Everything around it had been destroyed by the ghost mastiff, but it could never catch Zhao Yong in front of him. The ghost mastiff had no strength but nowhere to vent. The violence between the eyes gradually became stronger, and a dark vortex like a cyclone around the ghost mastiff and gradually condensed.

Wang Qiang hid and watched Zhao Yong and the ghost mastiff coming and going. He was dazzling. Unexpectedly, the strength of the ghost mastiff was so terrible, and Zhao Yong's potential made him collapse even more. In a long time, Zhao Yong's own strength actually rose to the same level as the ghost mastiff. It's really getting stronger and stronger. Now Wang Qiang is more thirsty. I can see Zhao Yong's body.

Wang Qiang is looking forward to the end of this battle, or to see how much benefit he can get as a fisherman. Wang Qiang was still icing, but he suddenly found that his body suddenly floated up lightly.

Huh? Whose body is this? Why does it look so familiar? Where did his head go? Wang Qiang saw a sudden body in front of him, and suddenly an idea in his mind.

The ghost mastiff was haunted. I don't know when he appeared behind Wang Qiang. He swept Wang Qiang's head with one claw, opened his blood basin and tore Wang Qiang's chest, and bit Wang Qiang's beating heart to pieces, and the blood dripped to the ground along the corners of the ghost mastiff's mouth.

When Zhao Yong saw that Wang Qiang was hollowed out by the ghost mastiff, he couldn't help but feel sad that some rabbits died and hurt them. Just now, a living person suddenly turned into a wisp of ghost in the mouth of mute creatures. I don't know how many people can survive after this disaster, and how many people can escape the pursuit of these mute creatures.

natural selection, the law of the jungle. In absolute chaos, only absolute power can re-cast a new world.

After the ghost mastiff swallowed Wang Qiang's heart, he continued to eat Wang Qiang's body. The yin qi around him was more abundant, the muscles under the fur fluctuated, and an inexplicable atmosphere was brewing, which made people feel more depressed.

Bad, Zhao Yong suddenly woke up at this moment that the ghost mastiff is constantly devouring and integrating Wang Qiang's genes. If it completely digests Wang Qiang's genes, the consequences will certainly be unimaginable. Although Zhao Yong is looking forward to a life-and-death battle with the ghost mastiff, he is not stupid enough to let the enemy sit big.