Chapter 11: The Roof Attack
A man and a cat galloped on the roof, Zhang Qingyang showed a dragon to travel all over the world, a few meters away from a slight leap, and the wind under his feet galloped forward.
Suddenly, the Bridge of Hearts sent a warning signal, and a murderous mood was coming from a rooftop on the right.
Zhang Qingyang turned his head to look to the right, and a row of black hole metal pipes stretched out, aiming at him.
"Not good, there is an ambush. ”
Although Zhang Qingyang was not afraid, although the power of the gunpowder gun was not small, it was almost impossible to lock himself in the high-speed running.
Zhang Qingyang turned his head, ready to speed up to another rooftop.
Suddenly, Zhang Qingyang felt a weight on his body, as if he was wearing the weight of more than 100 kilograms on his body, and his speed dropped sharply.
Ahead, the Titan Cat suddenly turned around and rushed towards Zhang Qingyang.
On the right, the metal pipes of the black hole burst into flames, and the deafening roar of gunpowder reverberated in the night.
The Titan Cat slammed into Zhang Qingyang's chest, and Zhang Qingyang flew out upside down.
Almost at the same time, the Titan Cat burst into several blood flowers, and as if it had been hit hard, its body flew out of the roof and fell to the ground.
"It's a pity! At that moment the Boxer and his men stepped out of the roof of the ambush.
"Brother boxer, the eldest lady said that she wanted us to catch it alive. One of the boxer's subordinates said.
"Got it, long-winded. The boxer said unhappily.
"Titan Cat!" Zhang Qingyang's eyes turned red instantly, if it weren't for the fact that the Titan Cat had just come back and knocked himself down, he would have been the one who had been shot and fell off the roof.
"Zhang Qingyang, you stand there and don't move. The fist slave shouted.
Zhang Qingyang turned his head to look, and more than a dozen people around the boxer slave were aiming at him with guns, and the smell of gunpowder wafted along the wind.
He glanced at it, then immediately turned around and shouted down, "Titan Cat!"
"Woo!" whispered like thunder, and a roar full of anger suddenly rang out.
A huge figure suddenly jumped up from below, and the Titan Cat in mid-air regained its huge body, like a giant black and white tiger, majestic and domineering, and pounced towards the fist slave and the others.
Seeing the lively Titan Cat, Zhang Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the powder gun just now did not cause much damage to it.
The size, which was even bigger than an ordinary tiger, startled the boxer slave and the others, and the originally neat formation suddenly became chaotic because of the commotion.
Seeing that the Titan was about to rush into them, a white figure suddenly burst out and slammed into the Titan Cat's stomach.
An earthy yellow aura of energy instantly revealed from the white figure.
With an indescribable heaviness of force, as if hit by a speeding carriage, the Titan fell in mid-air. But the Titan cat's shadowless claws were not practiced in vain, and in a hurry, they also slapped a paw on the white figure that suddenly burst out.
The white figure rolled around the roof and stood up again, looking fine.
Only then did Zhang Qingyang see that it was a mouse standing there with white hair and a pigtail on his head.
"The little mouse of the rat boss?" A flash of spiritual lightning flashed through Zhang Qingyang's mind, "No, this mouse is smaller, its coat is white and silver, and its breath is stronger." No, much tougher. And the golden nose is still very eye-catching even in the hazy moonlight. ”
"Squeak!" the golden-nosed white-haired rat jumped to the edge of the eaves in three or two steps, and screamed at the Titan cat under the roof, looking defiant.
"Shoot!" commanded the Fist Slave.
"Hit whom?"
"Nonsense, of course hit that cat, be careful not to hurt Miss's rat Bodhi. ”
The flames of gunpowder burst one after another in the darkness.
As Zhang Qingyang's anger surged, the strength of his body seemed to rise slightly. Zhang Qingyang stepped on the dragon and swam all over the world, and jumped to the roof of the fist slave after a few meandering steps.
The boxer sneered, a fiery gaze in his eyes.
Zhang Qingyang urged the Black Bear Body Forging Technique, jumped up and punched the opponent, and the strength of the whole body completed a complete improvement.
"Boom!"
Zhang Qingyang felt a sharp pain in his fist, as if the punch had hit a stone instead of his body. But the power of the strong is still transmitted through the fists!
The fragile roof structure, which could not resist the destructive power of the two fighting, suddenly cracked, and the two fell from the roof.
"Half-body metal exoskeleton?" Zhang Qingyang said in surprise.
"Haha, how about it?" said the boxer, "tailor-made, able to give full play to my boxing skills one hundred percent." ”
With this half-body exoskeleton, even if Zhang Qingyang urged the Black Bear Body Forging Technique, he would not be able to take advantage of the other party in terms of strength.
Outside the house, cat roars, rat barks, and gunshots are mixed together, like a messy pot of porridge, which shows the fierceness of the battle.
Titan cats are huge, but they are also more susceptible to gunfire as a result. The golden-nosed white rat appears to have some sort of supernatural ability that poses a threat to the Titans. The situation of the Titan Cat may not be good, and Zhang Qingyang feels that he must end the fight as soon as possible.
It seems to be a ready-to-wear shop, and there is no one in the store.
Zhang Qingyang and the boxer slave fought fiercely in the shop in the faint moonlight shining down from the hole in the roof.
The boxing slave has amazing boxing skills, and he wears a half-body exoskeleton to make up for the shortcomings in strength, which can be called a tiger in Zhang Qingyang's fierce fight.
After more than a dozen moves, Zhang Qingyang had already punched several times in a row, and the internal organs of the shock were faintly painful. The fists of both hands are already drenched in blood, and in the end, it is the flesh and blood that collides with the metal is naturally the one who suffers. Fortunately, the "hundred forging bones" are completed, and in the collision, the bones are not too problematic.
The bigger the boxer slave became, the more excited he became, and suddenly a punch spiraled out and blasted towards Zhang Qingyang's head.
"But that's it. He taunted as he punched.
"Smack!" Zhang Qingyang stared at him with a resolute expression, and a dragon flick kicked him in the thigh.
The elusive leg instantly kicked the fist slave's body crooked.
As a master of boxing, the boxer knows that his lower game is a weakness, so he has also studied the protection of the lower game by boxing. Normally, he doesn't show such a big flaw, only when he wears a metal exoskeleton, because the weight increases, it will cause flaws in his boxing.
This flaw appeared for a short time, and sometimes he would use it to set a trap.
He didn't expect Zhang Qingyang to find his flaws so quickly and accurately, and a trace of horror flashed in his heart. The spiraling punches didn't return to defense, but tried to speed up and blast towards their opponents.
Zhang Qingyang's eyes were cold in the face of the rapidly blasting fist. Two more dragon tail flicks, one for the opponent's ribs and one for the face.
As his leg slammed into his opponent's cheek with an afterimage, his fist slammed into his chest.
Zhang Qingyang stepped on the dragon and traveled all over the world to quickly retreat and unload.
Both were hit at the same time and each fell out.
Zhang Qingyang slammed into the wall and flew out, quickly got up from the ground, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Glancing at the fist slave in the house who staggered and tried to get up, he fell again, no longer caring about his life or death, and rushed in the direction of the Titan cat.
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