This move is the most basic and the most primitive fighting technique, and anyone with a little fighting experience knows this trick, which is often used by street gangsters and students.

Of course, Hou Bingfang was not so easy to put down, but he was just barely stalemate.

Now Pluto is holding Hou Bingfang's hands with both hands, Hou Bingfang's dagger and iron fist have become his burden, being grabbed by Pluto Along, and his legs are also held against him and cannot move.

In this case, it has become a simple comparison of strength, the stygian dragon hugged Hou Bingfang's neck fiercely, and rolled on the ground with him, and the two of them rolled around on the ground, rolling so that their whole bodies were dirty, just like a primary school student fighting, completely out of order, and the fight was particularly ugly.

The underworld knew very well that only in this way could it barely regain a little advantage that was not an advantage.

The killer master looked very seriously in the dark, and his expression became solemn at some point.

His gaze changed from having been looking at Hou Bingfang just now, to now being looking at the Stygian.

"This kid has been avoiding just now, just to buy time for his numb right hand to rest. For this purpose, it doesn't matter if it's just to pay a few more stabs. The killer master muttered to himself, "Heh, it's quite smart, it's really the best way." In the case of the disparity in strength, this is the only way to make Xiao Houzi unable to show it, but ......"

Rao is like this, even if it is just pure strength, there is not much strength left, and he is still at a disadvantage, rolling on the ground with Hou Bingfang, and being pressed below by Hou Bingfang several times.

"Let go of Lao Tzu!" Hou Bingfang scolded angrily, and his knee slammed into the lower abdomen of the Wurm.

"Poof—" The stygian dragon snorted and spat out a mouthful of blood, still not letting go of his hand.

"You can't let it go, you can't let it go, you can't let it go! ......" Hou Bingfang roared with red eyes, slamming, and every time he said it, he had to hit him with his knee. Suddenly, Hou Bingfang felt that something was wrong, "Huh? With a sound, he only felt that it was dark in front of him, and his head was slammed hard, and he suddenly hit his eyes.

"You ......" Before Hou Bingfang could say the next sentence, Pluto's head hit him again.

"Boom!"

Hou Bingfang was knocked into a mess, and he couldn't find the north anymore, and the stygian dragon let out a low roar, and finally threw him back to the ground, and then slammed his head into him one by one.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock! ……”

I don't know how many times I knocked it, Hou Bingfang was able to resist at first, but when he got to the back, he was almost knocked over, his consciousness began to blur, and the only thing he could see in the fog was the bright red head of the Stygian Wulong, which was almost rotten, and his wolf-like cruel eyes, staring at himself from the beginning, as if he would never give up until he killed himself!

"No ......"

Hou Bingfang made such a frightened and pleading voice in his throat, he understood, he had provoked a wolf...... Although the wolf is not the strongest among the beasts, not as strong as the tiger and not as fierce as the lion, it is the most bloody and unprovoked existence of all the beasts......

Because when you completely provoke a wolf, the wolf will use its brutal teeth to fight you to the death, even at all costs.

The instinct to survive made Hou Bingfang make a final struggle, but when his head was broken little by little, his consciousness disappeared little by little, and his eyes became completely dark, and in the end, he could only let the pluto stumble and knock ......

The presence of force was mutual, and when Pluto struck its head again and again, it almost knocked itself unconscious.

In fact, the consciousness of the underworld is not awake, although his cruel and cold eyes are still open, in fact, his eyes are already pitch black, and he can hardly see anything clearly, just using his only remaining consciousness, he hit Hou Bingfang's head again and again, just like when he used to avenge his sister, he was bloodily enraged, he had forgotten everything, forgot everything, and even didn't know when Hou Bingfang under him had closed his eyes and stopped moving.

"Brother!" A crying female voice shouted behind him, and then someone grabbed him, "That's enough...... That's enough...... It's already possible...... Brother, he's dead......" Lan Ling sobbed, hugged the Stygian with both arms behind her back, and said tremblingly, "He's dead...... Elder brother...... Don't knock ...... again."

was called by his sister like this, and the stygian dragon stopped and let his sister hold him. No one knew whether he was conscious or unconscious now, because the eyes of the Stygian were still open, looking straight ahead like a ferocious wolf, full of anger, but not moving, and the only reason to judge that he was still alive was that he was panting softly.

Lan Ling's body trembled suddenly when she saw her brother's appearance, because she had seen the appearance of the Stygian at this time, and the madness of the year was exactly the same as the year when she was a child.

Xu Shangsong, Yao Yue and the others also gathered nervously, Xu Shangsong lowered his body to check his injuries, and pulled out the dagger and blade inserted in the palm of the dragon's hand.

Yao Yue...... My brother's appearance ......" Lan Ling's body trembled slightly, and there was a hint of fear in her eyes.

Yao Yue hadn't seen Lan Ling like this for a long time, and when she turned her head to look at the Stygian, she was suddenly startled, and the events of the year also left an indelible shadow on her.

"It's fine." Yao Yue stubbornly said, "The Stygian is only temporarily unconscious, and he will recover soon...... It's okay, it's okay......"

"Yaoyue ......" Lan Ling threw herself into Yaoyue's arms and cried: "I'm so scared ......"

"It's okay, it's okay...... Yaoyue patted her back gently, and her face was a little pale and comforting.

He ...... Isn't it dead? ......" Xu Yanting pointed to Hou Bingfang on the ground with some fear, but she didn't dare to touch him.

Xu Shangsong squatted and sniffed, sighed lightly, and said, "Hmm." He's dead. ”

After his death, Hou Bingfang was surprisingly calm, just like an ordinary person, a few small streams of blood slowly flowed on his handsome face like a stream, and there was a sense of beauty.

The killer master in the shadows saw all this, and Hou Bingfang's death made him not show the slightest sadness, nor did he have the slightest intention of avenging him.

On the contrary, there was even a bit of fanaticism in his eyes, and his gaze was locked on the Wuron who had passed out.