The same move, jumping up and stabbing at close range, Zhou Yiyang calmed down, although he has not undergone professional training, but the experience of several fights also gave him a calm attitude to deal with things, his eyes were like a torch staring at the ghost hand that was sprinting, looking at the opportunity to seize the arm of the ghost hand stabbing out, and took a big step back with the force, and gently pulled his hands, the gravity of the ghost hand lost to rush forward, and he fell towards the ground, just like the figure of the ghost hand, his weight was also pitiful, Zhou Yiyang almost didn't use much strength to fall on the whole person, but his movements were also very flexible, and at the moment of falling, his left hand was supported to make a cushion, and then rolled forward almost without any damage, and at the same time out of the range of Zhou Yiyang's attack.

"It seems that I have lost my eyes, but it doesn't matter, the ending is the same anyway, which is to let you die. As he spoke, he jumped up again, this time much faster than the first, almost dragging the afterimage into his swoop, and at the same time dragging the word "death" out of a long note. The gloomy voice, echoing in the silent moonlit night, was particularly gloomy.

Zhou Yiyang suddenly became nervous, and his ethereal figure couldn't find the ghost hand there at all.

"Huh"

A burst of breaking wind swept along the door, Zhou Yiyang subconsciously leaned back, the claws of the ghost hand left two scratches on the side of Zhou Yiyang's face, and the blood slowly flowed out from the broken skin, and a hot pain instantly transmitted through the nerves. Zhou Yiyang subconsciously wiped it with his hand, and the ghost hand stopped not far away, looked at Zhou Yiyang playfully, and said with a gloomy smile: "I will slowly torture you to death." Then a strange laugh came, and the figure flashed out again.

"You're laughing as ugly as your dead father. Listening to the piercing evil laughter of the ghost hand, Zhou Yiyang roared angrily.

As soon as the voice fell, a sound of breaking wind with the sound of tearing clothes sounded, and the burning pain in the arm came again. Zhou Yiyang subconsciously covered it with his hand, and three deep wounds appeared on his arm, the flesh turned out, and the whole arm was already in a state of numbness, without any consciousness. At this time, Zhou Yiyang had only one thought in his heart: "Angry, angry, not angry enough." ”

After a successful hand, the ghost hand did not stop, still dragging the afterimage to attack Zhou Yiyang from all sides, his attacks all avoided Zhou Yiyang's vital points, but only used his claws to cut Zhou Yiyang's flesh and skin, and after a while, Zhou Yiyang stood there like a bloody man, none of his clothes and pants were intact, and strips of blood-colored cloth swayed left and right with the cold wind of the autumn night.

"Ghost hand, hurry up and solve it, the boss's time is almost up!"

Behind him, Huang Mao urged loudly.

"You go back first, and I'll play with this little prey for a while. ”

The ghost hand turned his head sideways and replied loudly, so that Hou still looked at Zhou Yiyang playfully with the yin smile like a crying father, and went to the well-fed cat to play like a mouse.

The few people behind him got the ghost hand's reply, and the two of them turned around and were about to leave, but they were not in the dark night in an instant, this time it was a big deal Zhou Yiyang, the hot pain mixed with anger and anxiety, Zhou Yiyang looked up to the sky and roared angrily, the silent moonlit night, piercing the cold air, and feeling that the surrounding buildings were trembling.

"Stand still, and let go. Otherwise. Dead ~~"

Anger with excitement, it is this feeling, strength, anger, killing, a gaze shot out through the scarlet eyes, the ghost hand trembled in his heart, and he shouted in his heart, and then the speed was full and attacked Zhou Yiyang's heart. Zhou Yiyang did not avoid, dodge or defend, his body changed rapidly, and the speed of the wound recovered visibly.

"You're looking for death!" Ghost Hand grinned, confident in his own blow, and the thick concrete walls could crumble into slag even if he attacked with all his might.

The speed of the ghost hand was very fast, and it rushed in front of Zhou Yiyang in a flash, and the spiky nails on the ghost hand were directly stabbed in Zhou Yiyang's chest, and the moment it was stabbed, the smile on his face froze on his face, and he saw that there was not even a trace of scratch where the claws were stabbed.

"This ...... That's impossible. The ghost hand struggled hard in his heart and didn't believe that this was true, and after a moment of hesitation, he wanted to withdraw his claws and attack again, but Zhou Yiyang was no longer the Zhou Yiyang just now, and it was impossible for him to stand there like a sandbag and let him attack.

"Smack!"

Zhou Yiyang grabbed the ghost hand inserted in his chest again, this time Zhou Yiyang did not choose to beat, all technical things are empty in the face of absolute strength and defense, Zhou Yiyang grabbed it with both hands, only to hear the sound of "click" bone cracking, followed by the heart-rending pain howl of the ghost hand.

"It was very cool to scratch just now!" Zhou Yiyang smiled fiercely, and his deep voice was like a hellish devil, which made the hateful character of Ghost Hand who bluffed people shudder. Then Zhou Yiyang increased his strength, and then pulled his hands hard, the dark red skin mixed with flesh and blood was thrown out by Zhou Yiyang, and the blood at the broken arm gushed outward like a fountain, Zhou Yiyang's face was covered with blood, and the blood clothes floating in the wind were like a devil who had just come out of hell, standing on a full moon night.

The ghost hand on the side had long since lost sight of whether it was dead or alive, Zhou Yiyang ignored it, and chased after the few people who were carrying Li Wan and the two of them, and the speed was no less than the speed of the ghost hand attacking Zhou Yiyang at full speed, dragging out a long afterimage under the light of the pale moon.

Several people found Zhou Yiyang who chased after him.

"Go, Iron Arm, stop him!"

Huang Mao said a word behind him, and a tall, bald man with muscles supporting his short-sleeved T-shirt stopped and turned his head to stop in the path pursued by Zhou Yiyang. Zhou Yiyang stopped a few meters away from the stout man named Iron Arm.

"Hehe, mutants? Iron Arm looked at Zhou Yiyang, who was parked not far away, and said with a smile.

"Get out of the way!" a low, hoarse voice sounded.

"Haha, the fool of the ghost hand seems to be hanging. ”

"Get out of the way!" Zhou Yiyang's angry voice sounded again, and then he didn't talk nonsense, he directly kicked up on the ground and swooped towards the iron arm front door.

"Peng~"

Facing Zhou Yiyang's powerful punch, the iron arm did not dodge and raised his right hand to meet it, and a visible air wave broke through the air with the two of them as the center.

Zhou Yiyang knew very well the strength of his strength after the alienation, and the iron arm took it like this, and stood there without moving.

"The strength is good, but the weakness is skill. Iron Arm commented with a smile.

"Damn it!" Zhou Yiyang withdrew his fist and struck it again, this time with little force.

"Smack!"

Zhou Yiyang's entire fist was grabbed by the iron arm, only to hear the click sound of mechanical collision and friction, the iron arm was originally like a flesh and blood arm, and the epidermis began to split, stretching out several pieces of knot-like metal, wrapping Zhou Yiyang's fist in its entirety.