The mighty and majestic Brain Ax felt hatred in his heart, and the hatred was like a surging river that was about to drown Brother Flathead.
It's late, just a little bit late.
As for the flat-headed brother, he grinned with a big gap in the corner of his mouth, his white teeth were particularly dazzling, and the overall look seemed to be an uninhibited smile.
Lin Chou Xianyu was quietly gathering strength on the side, and he could see it very clearly.
Compared with the flat-headed brother, this winged tiger's gaze is obviously not as agile as his. Although there is a sense of "flash of inspiration" from time to time, it is still more of an animalistic bloodthirsty and violent.
Although I can't tell what its strength is, its IQ is clearly of the Leopard Qian type - just a little bit stronger than the Extraordinary Leopard Qian.
The winged tiger circled around the flat-headed brother, crushing the "ground" of the bone altar with its soles and claws, and scattered debris flew out.
It is very afraid of the feather in front of Brother Flathead, but it is not willing to leave like this. It seems that the feather is extremely important to it and is worth the cost of injury or life.
On the other hand, that feather, which originally floated quietly in front of Brother Flathead, has now begun to float around Brother Flathead. The golden flames sprinkled little bits of stardust as bright as diamonds, and it has already become something like Brother Flathead.
The meaning of "intimate" is in it.
Looking at the past with Lin Chou's true eyes, more information can be obtained:
The interactive magnetic field-like grid of Brother Flathead's origin is intertwined with the golden flame, but the golden flame does not affect the operation of Brother Flathead's origin force field, but it is as if every smallest force field line is coated with a light gold
——Brother Flathead’s aura is becoming purer and more powerful every minute and every second.
Although this range is extremely small, it is effective all the time, just like a cheating device.
"So that little yellow chicken is so powerful!"
No wonder the painting style is different from ours from beginning to end. We are sketching and coloring, while others are taking the D cartoon route...
This feels like missing out on 100 million, which is so bad,
"At that time, it would be good to cut off its legs...ah no...it would be good to even pluck out a handful of chicken feathers..."
Of course, these are just unrealistic dreams. At that time, even though I was face to face with Little Yellow Chicken, I didn’t even see his surname Lin, and I didn’t dare to show off, right?
The atmosphere is getting hotter and hotter, and sparks are almost coming out between Brother Flathead and Winged Tiger.
Seeing that he had no intention of retreating and kneeling down, Brother Pingtou finally became serious.
It opened its mouth and swallowed the feathers burning with golden flames, its expression twisted and twitching in pain.
"hiss..."
Lin Chou felt a stomachache for him. He couldn't even push the boat with his stomach just looking at it. He had to be able to burn the boiler!
The flat-headed brother, who was missing a canine tooth and had a leaky mouth, roared with a particularly strange tone and launched the attack first.
Although its legs were still limping, and some of the bones in its body simply hadn't returned to their original positions yet, making a creepy "clicking" sound when it moved, the flat-headed brother's aura was as sharp as a needle.
Lin Chou's eyes.
Lin Chou didn't know what words to use to describe this feeling.
Perhaps he was like a veteran who had just returned from an ancient battlefield. His armor was in tatters and he was covered in wounds. He held hundreds of bloody ears strung together and threw them to the recorder, shouting in a bad tone,
"Mother Qianxun, don't count me wrong!"
Well, that's how it feels.
What's the saying?
Brother Flathead has either been fighting or on the way to fight in his life. Death is like the wind, and the wind has the smell of spicy strips. It is as good as any creature that looks edible.
Brother Flathead's huge body flew past, and his shadow enveloped Lin Chou.
Its momentum was more obvious and intuitive to Lin Chou than before when the two fought. Lin Chou smacked his lips in hindsight.
"I never thought this guy was so big before. He can stew in several big pots..."
Seeing the flat-head brother rushing towards him, the winged tiger twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, which was like the "disdain" in human expressions.
"Huh~"
The wind swept in from all directions. This unusual wind dispersed the fog nightmare within a certain range around the altar, and then gathered towards the winged tiger.
The clouds follow the dragon and the wind follows the tiger!
One second the winged tiger was still staring cautiously at Brother Flathead, and the next second its colorful figure had appeared on Brother Flathead's lower abdomen.
A claw!
One bite!
Blood spurts!
When the two separated, the winged tiger licked his blood-filled paws seriously, while the flat-headed brother staggered and almost fell to the ground without losing his balance.
Neither Lin Chou nor Brother Pingtou could clearly see the movements of the winged tiger. It appeared and disappeared as fast as teleportation, with the breeze lingering all over its body.
Brother Flathead stared at the winged tiger with his dark eyes,
"His... howl..."
The huge figure jumped up again, covering the entire winged tiger, and then,
"Boom~"
The bones on the bone altar exploded in all directions like fireworks, and the entire altar was crumbling.
However, what Brother Flathead hit was only an afterimage, and there were several bloody wounds on its back.
The winged tiger flying in the air roared, and the dense green translucent blades condensed by the "wind" fell towards Brother Pingtou and towards the altar like raindrops.
For a while, sounds such as "crack", "boom", "click" and "puff" were heard endlessly. Even Lin Chou took a few blows and was blown away by the wind blade, and was slapped face down on the water.
"Ni, peat..."
Lin Chou lay face down on the water, unable to move and too lazy to move. He opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the fish and shrimp swimming happily under the water.
The roars and roars behind him rolled up the water and turned into huge waves. However, when the huge waves approached Lin Chou, they quickly calmed down, leaving only a slight ripple, gently pushing Lin Chou away from the center of the battlefield.
The roar became more and more urgent, and the roar of the winged tiger became more and more angry, even a little aggrieved...
Yes, there is nothing wrong, it is just a grievance!
Lin Chou can understand this kind of feeling very well...
What is it like to beat a silky-blooded boss to full health?
You can feel the grievance through the screen, right?!
"ε=(′ο｀*)))..."
This is a very sad story.
Fight, fight, and when your stamina is full, Uncle Lin will carry you two to Yanhui Mountain and give you a perfect old age life.
The weather in the Tiankeng was mild and not as hot as Mingguang. In addition, the cool water made Lin Chou almost fall asleep.
Until a shrimp about half the length of a finger, with a translucent body and a green-blue phosphorescent back, suddenly hit Lin Chou's face.
"Ehehehe... More, more, more... If you don't see it, it's a mouth... Come to the bowl..."
It's a pity that if this shrimp's eyes were a little blinder, Lin Chou would have hundreds of cards in his account. (To be continued)