Liu Hou became more and more excited as he fought, and the strange and ferocious "Ghost-faced Yaksha Hand" almost danced a flower out of him.

"Zhang Qingyang, I said it a long time ago that without mental skills, you are nothing. Just wait and kneel down and beg for mercy."

After Zhang Qingyang realized that he could not steal the master, he also gave up the idea of ​​learning advanced combat skills. After the battle lasted for so long, he became fucked. Compared to the underworld giant like Lord Rat, Liu Hou's performance was like a child playing house, and he was just fierce on the surface.

Zhang Qingyang suddenly stood still, like a rock standing in the storm of wind and waves. His momentum suddenly became tough.

"Well," Li Beihai's eyes lit up, "It's a little interesting."

In the eyes of everyone, Zhang Qingyang suddenly exuded a sensation of iron blood and a solemn temperament at this moment.

This temperament that is completely in line with the military's combat skills made Liu Hou feel extremely stressed in an instant.

"Pretentious," Liu Hou shouted, "Look at how I beat you to kneel down and beg for mercy!"

Zhang Qingyang blocked the attack that grabbed his eyes with one hand. At the same time, regardless of the mysterious changes that Liu Hou grabbed at his heart with another claw, he directly punched the opponent in the face.

The shortest straight line distance.

No matter how clever the changes of Liu Hou’s “Ghost Face Yaksha Hand” are, how tricky the angle is. If he does not give up on the attack, he will be hit on his face by this punch. He has already thought of the scene of blood splashing on his face and tears flying in his nose and tears.

However, if Liu Hou insists on keeping his word, he can basically lock in the victory by catching Zhang Qingyang's chest.

Liu Hou gritted his teeth and remained unchanged, and his left hand was getting closer and closer to the other party's chest.

Zhang Qingyang's fist was getting bigger and bigger in front of him.

Zhang Qingyang had no expression on his face, but Liu Hou was under tremendous psychological pressure. After all, he had always had the upper hand before. At this moment, he wanted to exchange injuries for injuries in such an extremely embarrassing way. He was a little unwilling to do so.

At this moment, everyone saw a little subtlety, and for a moment, both inside and outside the field suddenly became quiet.

At the critical moment, Liu Hou suddenly gave up the attack, shook his body and retreated.

Many people sighed in their hearts, "Liu Hou is going to lose."

Zhang Qingyang seemed to be uninfected by emotions at all and was still expressionless. The moment Liu Hou retreated, Zhang Qingyang suddenly flew up, hit his knees, and a small pit was stepped on the ground. With the pit as the center, the ground evenly cracked seven or eight curved cracks.

A fierce knee hit, like a shell fired, hit hard.

Hou Liu hurriedly blocked his hands in front of him.

"Bang!"

Although Liu Hou blocked it, he was knocked off the ground.

Zhang Qingyang fell, and he also fell.

In Liu Hou's horrified gaze, Zhang Qingyang stepped forward, quickly and fiercely, twisted his waist and hips, and punched him again like thunder.

Although Mr. Liu had landed, his heart had not yet landed. His mind was filled with the shame of being forced to change moves, and the shock of being knocked off the ground.

Liu Hou, who was not ready, could only retreat and avoid it again, blocked his hands in front of him, and passively defended against the opponent's attack.

The middle-aged man in the pavilion suddenly said, "I'm going to lose."

"No," said the third senior brother, "that kid is just a bad military combat skill, which is several levels away from our "Ghost Face Yaksha". Although that kid has the upper hand, isn't it easy to turn the situation around as long as Liu Hou recovers," he said.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "Although Liu Hou's opponent is practicing military combat skills, he has become very interesting and mastered the essence. He is calm and composed. Although the attack is fierce, he is not irritable. It can be seen that he has not yet put in full force."

Although the third senior brother still doesn't agree with it, he rationally believes in the master's judgment.

Zhang Qingyang's fists and feet were moving in unison, and he was quick and neat.

Hou Liu retreated step by step, and the center of gravity floated.

At this time, everyone could see that Mr. Liu had lost the good situation and the defeat was decided.

The opponent's moves are weird and mysterious. After Zhang Qingyang gained the upper hand, he did not take risks and fought steadily.

A rapid attack made Liu Hou's arms numb and he was blown away by Zhang Qingyang's punch.

Zhang Qingyang took a quick step, his body was like a galloping horse, snatching Liu Hou's body, and punching him one after another.

Liu Hou seemed to be thrown around in the stormy waves, with no resistance. Finally, he flew out under a shoulder hit.

Liu Hou fell to the ground with his back on his back. Zhang Qingyang did not continue to pursue him, and walked slowly over and said, "You lost."

"I haven't lost yet." Liu Hou said with red eyes and hoarseness, "Get together!"

No movement.

Zhang Qingyang waved to the Titan Cat, and saw the Titan Cat walking in front and staggering behind, following the monkey pet whose neck was tightly wrapped around the cat's tail.

"I'm not giving up." Zhang Qingyang said, "You lose faster when you combine."

"Hey, that kid, don't bully people too much." The third senior brother stood at the mouth of the pavilion and shouted loudly, "The victory and the outcome are decided, and it would be too much to bully him verbally!"

Zhang Qingyang said: "Your senior brother said the outcome has been decided."

"I haven't lost yet! We are pet warriors. If we don't compete with each other, I won't lose." Liu Hou stared at Zhang Qingyang.

"Okay." Zhang Qingyang simply asked the Titan Cat to release his monkey pet.

"Combined!" Liu Hou shouted with a loud voice.

The monkey pet screamed and turned into Liu Hou's body.

Liu Hou, who was lying on the ground, his body quickly expanded, his eyes filled with blood, his reason gradually faded away, and his facial features were full of madness.

Li Bekhaidao: "It turns out that there is a thin bloodline of violent apes. No wonder he refuses to admit defeat."

"Senior Brother, is there anything special about this violent ape's bloodline?" asked the supporting actor next to him.

"In a state of rage, combat effectiveness will surge, but it will lose its mind. The more angry the stronger the stronger the more irrational it is." Li Beihai smiled, "There are records that the crazy ape will tear all the lives of the activity in their sight to pieces."

"It's too terrible if you don't distinguish between enemies and me."

Li Bekhai said: "This kind of blood talent is just a useless person. If God wants to destroy it, he must first make it crazy. If he loses his mind, he will not be far from death."

Liu Hou in the fusion was like a volcano that would erupt at any time. Angry magma accumulated strength in his body.

"Get together!" Zhang Qingyang said, "It's a pity that the clothes on his body."

After getting together, my body swelled up and my clothes were definitely finished.

"We shouldn't have agreed to join forces to fight again. Or we should have asked him to give my clothes first."

Extreme anger made Liu Hou even bigger than before when he merged, and his magma-like power rushing in his body.

"Mr. Liu is in good condition and he will definitely win." The third senior brother in the pavilion suddenly said excitedly, "As long as he uses your Overlord Hammer Technique, you won't hammer that kid to death."

The middle-aged man smiled reservedly and said, "The bloodline of the violent ape is the most suitable for the crazy power of the Overlord Hammer. As long as he can play one or two points of the Overlord Hammer, winning is just a breeze."
Chapter completed!