No one thought that someone would dare to say such a sentence in front of the wolf king Zhang Xiaoheng.

No one thought that the person who said this turned out to be the most intelligent Master Mao of the Northern Wolf Gang.

"Master Mao-" Zhang Xiaoheng was very shocked in his heart, if someone else was greedy for life and afraid of death and chose to leave, he would not think so, but it was Master Mao who chose to leave at this moment.

He knows very well what Master Mao is, he is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, he is shrewd in dealing with people, and the odds are undoubted, he wants to leave, indicating that the Northern Wolf Gang is really unable to protect itself at this moment.

Sure enough, with Master Mao's opening, many people were ready to move.

Master Mao turned his head, and there was not too much of a strange look, as if he could come and leave whenever he wanted, not the master of the Northern Wolf Gang, but a guest.

"Wolf King, I have done my best to the Northern Wolf Gang, please forgive me for not living and dying with the Northern Wolf Gang."

"Master, let's leave with you." Soon, the three gangs came up, it seemed that they usually trusted Master Mao, and at this moment they made a choice to decide their lives, whether it was life or death, they and Master Mao advanced and retreated together.

"Hahaha—yes, that's good." Wolf King Zhang Xiaoheng's heart trembled, and his anger filled his heart, but he covered it with this heroic laugh, and said: "Everyone, I will not stop you from leaving, but as long as I Zhang Xiaoheng does not die for a day, you had better not appear in front of me, otherwise, you will die a miserable death." ”

This is not a threat, no overlord will show mercy to anyone who betrays him, Lei Zhengyang will not, and Zhang Xiaoheng will not, but Master Mao's decision at this moment is undoubtedly a betrayal.

"I'm going to kill you!" Zhang Qing, who had just recovered his strength, was already holding a sharp knife and rushed towards Master Mao, he did not allow anyone to shake the heart of the army, nor did he allow anyone's betrayal, and the betrayer died.

Lei Zhengyang moved, hit with a heavy fist, and hit the sharp blade that was swung out solidly, the blade was about three feet long, and at this moment it was folded thirty degrees by this punch, Zhang Qing's whole person flew out again, this time he landed at Zhang Xiaoheng's feet, spitting thick blood, his eyes turned over, it seemed that he was more than lucky, he was injured twice, and his internal veins were deeply injured, and he was afraid that even if he could live, he would become a waste person in the future.

There is no trace of warmth in his eyes, the wolf king Zhang Xiaoheng, he is definitely not a sick cat, he is a wolf, just a wolf who can endure cold and loneliness, endure humiliation, the moment the wolf awakens, he will stick out his wolf teeth and end the life of the enemy, and there will definitely be no mercy.

Lei Zhengyang ignored his anger, turned back to Master Mao and said, "You can go." ”

Master Mao was not polite, but just arched his hand towards Lei Zhengyang and said, "Thank you!" ”

"Kill him for me!" Zhang Xiaoheng finally roared, his hair was furious, his red face was furious, and with a finger of his hand, several of the most loyal subordinates standing beside him had already rushed up, and their target was Lei Zhengyang.

"It's up to you, come, uncle will play with you." Ah Hu greeted him, and he didn't know when there was a dream stick in his hand, just like a fire-pounding stick, playing like a fly in his hand, the guy who rushed over first was hit by him on the head, the skull was torn, and a thick blood flowed down from his forehead, passing between his eyebrows, and slowly covering his entire face.

There was no screaming, no groaning, the man was beaten to death with a blow.

The wooden stick is nothing, but Ah Hu is a master of real power, and under this momentum, just the suppressed breath already makes people feel breathless, not to mention the flying stick hits.

Ah Long uses a fist, his palm is spread out, like a fan, five fingers, thick cocoon skin, these are all left by him during training, in addition to the real power of the base training, he also has a unique kind of kung fu, that is, iron sand fist.

This is not bragging, nor is it a joke, he is really practicing iron sand boxing, ten years as a day, never stopped, his fist, even if it is Xu Si, has to be a little careful, dare not punch him lightly.

The fist moved, not fast, maybe in his heart, he had not regarded these subordinates as real opponents, the fist rushed straight forward, and hit the chest of the person in the middle at once, ordinary people were hit by the fist, except for the "bang" or "snap" loud sound, there would definitely be no extra sound, but Ah Long's fist was different.

The person who was beaten, there was a few subtle "clicks" from his body, and then his facial features bleed, and he died on the spot, and the twelve flank bones on his right side were broken nine of them, one of which was broken and pierced into the heart, and it was strange that he did not die.

As soon as he made a move, two masters of the Northern Wolf Gang died tragically in the hands of the brothers Ah Hu and Ah Long, with a momentum like a rainbow, killing blood, so that the lobby in this oppressive atmosphere suddenly had a few more wisps of fishy smell, which was the smell of blood.

Lei Zhengyang didn't make a move, facing the wolf king Zhang Xiaoheng, Zhang Xiaoheng also looked at him, the two eyes touched in the air, stirring up a burst of sparks, although the body did not move, but the qi had already gone first, and the temperature in the lobby suddenly dropped several degrees at this moment.

"Roar!" Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoheng roared, his momentum soared, his body was vertical, and between the flying iron legs, he had already transformed into the shape of a wild wolf, the reason why he was respected as the wolf king was because he practiced a set of wild wolf mind, when the strength was improved, he was no different from a wolf, he was a wolf, he was the wolf king.

Lei Zhengyang didn't dare to slack off, the power of the golden dragon ran all over his body, the kind of evil qi honed from the training of life and death, integrated into the true strength of the golden dragon, making him look even more unpredictable, pure and pure all over his body, just like a boy who stood up like jade, but no one dared to despise his kind of restraint, at least the wolf king had discovered that this young master Lei, who had always been called a waste, was a very strong master.

As a generation of heroes in the north, Zhang Xiaoheng has a domineering spirit, but at this moment, he is domineering, but it has no effect on the young people in front of him, or he is not affected by domineering at all, standing there, although it seems peaceful, but it is as stable as Mount Tai, standing still.

The hands hanging on both sides of the legs, slowly put the five fingers together, condensed into a fist, the fist was hard, and the sound of "click" bones came, which was like a signal of war, and the opposite sides were mixed together again, and the sound of wild roar was deafening.

Zhang Xiaoheng finally moved, quiet as a mountain, moving like a cunning rabbit, the claws hidden on his body finally revealed his true face this time, this is Zhang Xiaoheng, this is the wolf king, Lei Zhengyang At this moment, he finally saw the strength of the northern wolf king, the first master of the northern underworld.

The arms are separated, one is together, forming a gang qi, the qi is like a whirlwind color, is twisted into a twist, Zhang Xiaoheng's claws are grasped on this gang qi, a flick and a discharge, most of the energy is gone, the air sounded a "squeak" sound, like a red piece of iron, the sound of putting it into the water.

The two of them are killed, either you die or I die.

Lei Zhengyang's pace is windy, sideways attack, absolutely killing and pressing, for this wolf king in the north, he has no mercy on his subordinates, not only wants his life, but also wants the northern wolf gang to be completely destroyed, for the sake of the Lei family, and for himself, he must tear apart the maze of forces in the north, break this balance, and then control everything in his hands.

Since there are many shady scenes, of course Lei Zhengyang will not compete with others to guess this kind of mystery, in his mind, it is better to sort out the inextricable threads, it is better to cut them off one by one.

After retreating in vain after more than a dozen moves, Zhang Xiaoheng was already a little angry, his eyes became red, and hatred had already eroded his heart, and at this time he shouted again: "Wolf transformation!" ”

Wolf transformation is not a move, but a hurdle, for Zhang Xiaoheng, this is a door between the innate and acquired of the mad wolf mental method, although it is only the first time to get involved in the innate martial arts, but the strength of the power is not comparable to the master of real power, in the face of Lei Zhengyang, he had to use a trick.

It's just that this kind of wolf transformation seems to outsiders, but it is a difference between humans and beasts, because when Zhang Xiao roared out three words, the appearance of a wolf's body just now was a little more similar.

Even the nails grew three inches at this moment, and the black paint had a certain fishy smell, which must be a finger to seal the throat.

Lei Zhengyang felt this change in strength, I can't say that this Northern Wolf King is indeed not a mediocre person, all his fame is fought with real strength, the wolf's transformation of the heart moved, his strength skyrocketed, just like the beast warrior is as terrible, maybe the beast warrior in the West is to borrow the transient power of some exercises in the East, and use science and technology to optimize and obtain the beast gene.

Stretched out his right hand, and with a turn of his finger, the military thorn that was inseparable from him appeared in his hand, although in the Yilin Mountains, he had encountered beast warriors, but to be honest, Zhang Xiaoheng in front of him was the strongest opponent, and the killing intent became stronger and stronger with the battle intent, permeating all over the place, like surging.

The wolf deformed, his fingers became naïre, his body flashed, his claws flew, and he looked at Lei Zhengyang's chest, and his shirt was torn apart, and it was really fast and ruthless, with such a powerful force, it is no wonder that the Northern Wolf King can dominate in the north, and none of the three gangs and six guilds can compete with him.

The military edge stabbing up and down is definitely the most powerful attack technique, although Lei Zhengyang has never learned the formal moves, and barely has a set of military fists, as the golden dragon in the virtual dream said, the move is a kind of constraint for the real strong, what the heart thinks, where the move goes, this is the highest realm of boxing.

The wrists rotated, the claws formed a complementary trend, Lei Zhengyang's body was deflected, Zhang Xiaoheng swept over his head, and with a miserable scream, a Yangtian League's guard was cut through his chest, bleeding like a stream, and the wound was stained with black erosion, and he couldn't be saved.

This kind of wolf claw really has such a strong toxin, watching his subordinates die tragically, Lei Zhengyang was furious in his heart, and shouted: "Damn!" ”

(To be continued)