Doomsday Pavilion

The mighty and majestic brain axe called a hate in his heart, and the hatred was like a torrent of water about to drown Brother Flathead.

It's too late, just a little bit late.

As for Brother Flathead, he grinned at the corners of his mouth wide open, Bai Sensen's teeth were particularly dazzling, and the whole looked like an indulgent smile.

Lin Chou Salted Fish was quietly accumulating strength on the side, and he could see very clearly.

Compared with the flat-headed brother, this winged tiger is obviously not as agile as its eyes. Although there is a feeling of “light flashes” of wisdom from time to time, it is still more animalistic bloodthirsty and violent.

Although I can't see how strong it is, its IQ is obviously a type of leopard owe-it is slightly stronger than the very leopard owe.

The winged tiger circled around the flat-headed brother, and the "ground" of the bone altar was crushed by its feet and claws, and a mess of dross flew out.

It was afraid of the feather in front of Brother Flathead, but was unwilling to leave it like this. It seemed that the feather was extremely important to it, and it was worth the cost of injury or life.

On the other hand, that feather, from originally suspended quietly in front of the flat-head brother, has now started to float around the flat-head brother, and the golden flames sprinkled a little bit of diamond-like stardust, and it has been so similar to the flat-head brother. The meaning of "intimate" is inside.

Looking at Lin Chou's true eyesight, there is more information available in the past:

The interactive magnetic grid of Pingtou's original source is intertwined with golden flames, but the golden flame does not affect the operation of Pingtou's original force field, and it seems that every smallest force field line is plated with a faint gold. ——The breath of Brother Flathead is becoming more pure and powerful every minute and every second.

Although this range is extremely small, it works all the time, just like an external cheating device.

"So that little yellow chicken is so strong!"

No wonder we are not the same style of painting from beginning to end. Hey, we are sketching and coloring, and what makes people take the 3D cartoon route...

It feels like missing a hundred million, which is very bad.

"At that time, it cut its legs...ah no... even a handful of chicken feathers is good..."

Of course, these are just unrealistic dreams. When I was facing the little yellow chicken, I didn't even see his surname Lin and didn't dare to blow his hair.

The atmosphere is getting hotter and hotter, and sparks are about to burst between the flathead brother and the winged tiger.

Seeing that he didn't intend to retreat and kneel, Brother Flathead finally got serious.

It opened its mouth and swallowed the feathers burning with golden flames, its expression twisted and twitched in pain.

"hiss..."

Lin Chou has a stomachache for it, so it's not good to watch the boat in his stomach, it needs to be able to burn the boiler to be enough!

The flat-headed brother who was missing a canine tooth full of leaks let out an especially strange scream and took the lead to attack.

Although its legs were still limping, and even some bones in the body hadn't completely returned to their positions, they made a creepy "click" sound when they moved, but the flat head brother's momentum was stabbed like a needle. Lin Sorrow's eyes.

Lin Chou didn't know what words to use to describe this feeling.

Perhaps it was like a veteran who had just returned from the ancient battlefield, his body was wounded in rags, he held hundreds of bloody ears in a string and threw it to the recorder, shouting in a bad tone,

"Gan Yunniang, don't count Laozi wrong!"

Well, that's how it feels.

What is there to say?

Brother Pingtou is either doing a fight or on the way to do a fight in his life. Death is like the wind, and there is a spicy smell in the wind. It is worthy of any creature that looks edible.

The huge body of Brother Flathead flew past, and the shadow enveloped Lin Shou.

Its aura is more obvious and intuitive than the previous two fights, which gave Lin Chou the feeling, and Lin Chou smacked his lips afterwards.

"I didn't think this guy is such a big man before, he can cook several pots, right..."

Seeing the flat-headed brother pounced, the winged tiger twitched slightly, like "disdain" in the human expression.

"Huh~"

The wind swept from all directions, this unusual wind dispelled the haze in a certain area around the altar, and then gathered towards the winged tiger.

Cloud from dragon and wind from tiger!

The winged tiger was still staring at Brother Flathead cautiously for one second, and the colorful figure appeared on Brother Flathead's abdomen in the next second.

One claw!

One bite!

Spewing blood!

When the two separated, the winged tiger seriously licked its blood-filled paws, while the flat-headed brother staggered and almost fell to the ground without standing firm.

Neither Lin Chou nor the Flathead brother could clearly see the action of the winged tiger. Its speed was so fast that it appeared and disappeared like a teleport, surrounded by a breeze.

The flat-headed brother stared at the winged tiger with dark eyes.

"Hi...howl..."

The huge figure leaped up again, covering the entire winged tiger, and then,

"Boom~"

The bones on the white bone altar exploded in all directions like fireworks, and the entire altar was crumbling.

However, the flat-headed brother pounced on only an afterimage, and there were a few more flesh and blood wounds on its back.

The winged tiger flying in the air roared, and the dense cyan translucent blades condensed by the "wind" fell like raindrops to Brother Flathead and towards the altar.

Suddenly, sounds such as "crack", "crack", "crack", and "crack" were endless. Even Lin Chou suffered several blows before being blown away by the wind blade, face down on the water.

"Ni, peat..."

Lin Chou lay face down on the surface of the water, unable to move and too lazy to move, wide-eyed watching the fishes and shrimps swimming happily under the water.

The roar and roar behind him gathered on the surface of the water and turned into a huge wave, but when the wave approached Lin Chou, it quickly became calm again, leaving only a slight ripple, gently pushing Lin Chou away from the center of the battlefield.

The roar became more and more rapid, and the roar of the winged tiger became more and more angry, and even a bit of grievance...

Yes, there is nothing wrong, just wronged!

Lin Chou can understand this kind of mood too...

What kind of experience is it to make a bloody boss full of blood?

You can feel wronged across the screen, right?!

"Ε=(´ο*)))..."

This is a very sad story.

Hit it, hit it, and later, when your uncle Lin is full, you must carry the two of you to Yanhui Mountain to give you a perfect life in your old age.

The Tiankeng climate was mild and not as hot as the bright light. Coupled with the cool water, Lin Chou almost fell asleep.

Until a shrimp about half the length of a finger and a translucent body with a blue phosphorous fire on the back hit Lin Shou's face.

"Eh eh eh... some more and some more... see that it is not a mouth... come to the bowl..."

It is a pity that if this shrimp is blinded a little bit more, Lin Chou will be able to have hundreds of cards into the account.