Fu Yangfei was flying in the air, his cold eyes staring at Mr. Xiong who was lying on all fours on the ground, as fat as a ball and hiding around.
A slight sense of familiarity emerged in my mind that was completely unconscious...
But this slight hesitation was soon suppressed by the violent sense of destruction in his heart.
He reached out and grabbed the void!
Hooray!
A whirlwind sounded, and the black ghost power instantly transformed into a pitch-black spear in Fu Yang's palm.
He projected it towards Mr. Xiong on the ground again!
A sharp sound broke through the air, and the black spear formed by the power of the ghost was infinitely powerful. Mr. Xiong turned his head to look, and was almost scared to tears, and his four short legs jumped faster...
…
Boom!!!
The black spear was shot next to Mr. Xiong, and a huge explosion sounded. The ground within a radius of more than ten meters was lifted up, countless gravel and soil were splashed everywhere, and the air waves were rolling and the wind was blowing.
Poor Mr. Xiong was blown away in an instant!
After flying for more than ten meters, it landed on the ground and rolled for another ten meters. Finally, it hit a big rock with a bang and stopped.
On the stone, the shape of a fat cat has appeared...
"Fake! I really killed the Tibetan Mastiff this time! Fu, you are so awesome. You are just causing trouble and toying with me like this. Please remember this."
Mr. Xiong struggled to get out of the stone with a disgraced face. He was okay, but he cursed and cursed out loud as if it was free of charge.
The silver-haired girl Mo Yuqi in the distance also breathed a sigh of relief.
She was really worried just now. If classmate Fu Yang was too aggressive and killed her pet cat, it would cause a big problem...
"It's okay, okay. I just said that this big fat cat with no sense of moral integrity will definitely not die, hehe."
She stuck out her tongue, covered her mouth and laughed.
As soon as Mr. Xiong emerged from the pile of rocks, he immediately heard the roar of the wind behind him. He turned around and saw Fu Yang, dressed in black scales and black armor, "flying" directly towards him.
He actually wanted to attack himself directly with the power of his physical body!
"I've got a big straw! Mr. Fu, what do you want to do?"
Mr. Xiong is about to cry. These attacks are really coming one after another, and they are not breathtaking.
It could only continue to cheer up, accelerate suddenly, and avoid Fu Yang...
Boom!!!
Fu Yang's body, entangled by the power of the black ghost, plunged like a cannon into the pile of rocks where Mr. Xiong had just been hiding. Immediately, there was another burst of rocks flying.
A large pit with a diameter of seven to eight meters and a depth of more than three meters appeared on the ground. Fu Yang stood inside, exuding a terrifying aura.
Bend your feet slightly, and then push hard!
brush!
With the huge bouncing power of his physical body, coupled with the swirling power of the ghost, the whole person rose directly into the sky. Then he headed towards Mr. Xiong like a cannonball.
"Fake! Mr. Fu, your sister. Go after that overbearing president with a paralyzed face. Go after your little enemy Qin Mei. Go after your silver-haired girl whose relationship is still unclear. I don't know whether she is your sister or your younger sister."
Little girl. Or you can chase that wrinkled Laoshan old Taoist priest Nima! What’s the point of chasing after my butt?”
Mr. Xiong was really tired from running this time and was panting heavily.
But the strange thing is that you can still swear so coherently and smoothly when you are so tired? It can be considered a unique skill!
Boom!
Fu Yang once again fell from the sky like a black meteor, heading straight for Lord Xiong.
Under the direct impact of Fu Yang's powerful body, a huge deep pit once again exploded on the ground!
But this time, the damn fat cat couldn't escape!
This made other people who had already begun to watch the excitement in the distance feel nervous...
"This strange cat demon is not really dead, right? Then..."
The Tibetan Sword Taoist looked a little serious and shook his head slightly.
Poof!
On the ground more than thirty meters away from Fu Yang's attack, a round, furry head suddenly appeared. Who else could this fat cat be if it wasn't Mr. Xiong?
It turns out that this guy actually got into the soil at the last moment?
This is slightly similar to the earth escape technique of those guys from the third group of the Pantheon Religion. I don’t know where this fat cat learned some heretical magic...
The first thing I do when I come out of the soil is spray the hidden sword Taoist.
"Bah, bah, bah! You old Taoist priest are talking nonsense here! As an unparalleled demon immortal, I live as long as the heaven and the earth, and shine as bright as the sun and the moon. What can a mere kid who practices the ghost way do to me? Your grandson
Even though I have died of old age, I am still as alive and kicking as a catfish in the river."
Live as long as the heaven and the earth, and shine with the sun and the moon!
This guy is pretending to be a little too big. His arrogance is not enough to describe it. He probably went crazy after reading some fantasy novel, so he said such arrogant words...
The Tibetan Sword Taoist was so choked by the dead fat cat that he could not speak. His face was as black as coal.
Qin Mei, who was still relatively familiar with it, reminded: "Master Xiong, Fu Yang is here again!"
ha?
Fatty Cat turned around and saw that Fu Yang was even angrier this time.
From a distance of more than thirty meters, he reached out and grabbed it in the air!
A huge black claw with a radius of two feet appeared immediately and grabbed Master Xiong. Those sharp nails would probably pierce even a foot-thick steel plate!
"Oh God!"
The dead fat cat screamed, pulled himself and a carrot out of the soil, and ran for his life again.
The black claws grabbed the ground and dug up a large piece of soil.
boom!
He crushed it to pieces, and then continued to fly after Mr. Xiong’s butt.
"You're still being followed?"
Mr. Xiong burst into tears again.
All in all, Fu Yang had a great time chasing and escaping from Mr. Xiong in this ghost lair, which was almost half the size of a standard football field!
Although others laughed at it on the surface, they were actually a little moved in their hearts.
A fool can also see that ww, this dead fat cat, is deliberately using this method to consume the remaining power of Fu Yang's third awakening of the ghost world. At the same time, he is protecting Fu Yang and others.
Otherwise, if you really want to get rid of Fu Yang's attack, just run towards them, towards a crowded place...
It can be seen from this that although this damn fat cat has no moral integrity, he is still very loyal after all.
Five minutes later.
Fu Yang's strength began to weaken rapidly, and finally he could no longer even rely on the power of the ghost to fly in the air. He fell directly from the air, hit the ground, and passed out.
At this time, the entire super-large ghost nest was in a mess, as if it were ruins that had been blown up by mines and bombs everywhere.
Mr. Xiong stood in front of the unconscious Fu Yang like a human being, with his front paws on his thighs and breathing heavily.
"Fu...Young boy Fu, you are awesome! Master, look, it's time to give you a new nickname. Just call it Captain of the Demolition Brigade. See what harm you have done to this place? From now on.
If you go and engage in forced demolitions, you will definitely have a future... Huhu." (Fourth update)!--flag0048--