The mighty and majestic brain axe is called a hatred in his heart, and the hatred is like a surging river that wants to drown Brother Pingtou.

It's late, it's a little bit late.

As for Brother Pingtou, the corners of his mouth were grinning, Bai Sensen's teeth were particularly dazzling, and the overall look seemed to be an indulgent and uninhibited smile.

Lin Chou salted fish silently accumulated strength on the side, and he could see it very clearly.

Compared with the flat-headed brother, this winged tiger is obviously not as agile as his eyes, although from time to time there is a feeling of "flashing of inspiration" wisdom, but it is still more of a beastly bloodthirsty and violent.

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

The winged tiger circled around the flathead, crushing the "ground" of the bone altar with its toes and claws, and flying out of the mess of dregs.

It was afraid of the feather in front of it, but it was reluctant to leave, as if the feather was extremely important to it, and it was worth the cost of injury or life.

On the other hand, the feather, from the original quiet suspension in front of Brother Pingtou to now has begun to float around Brother Pingtou, the golden flame sprinkled a little stardust as bright as diamonds, and Brother Pingtou already has such an "intimacy" meaning in it.

Looking at the past with Lin Chou's true eyes, there is more information that can be obtained:

The magnetic field-like grid of the Flathead Brother's Origin Interaction was intertwined with the golden flames, but the golden flames did not affect the operation of the Flathead Brother's Origin Force Field, but as if every tiniest force field line was plated with a faint gold—the Flathead Brother's breath became more pure and powerful every minute and every second.

Although this amplitude is extremely small, it works all the time, like a cheat.

"It turns out that the little yellow chicken is so strong!"

No wonder from beginning to end it's not the same style of painting as us, hey, we're sketching and coloring, and people take the 3D cartoon route...

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

"At that time, cut it off the leg... Ah no... Even a handful of chicken feathers would be good..."

Of course, these are just unrealistic dreams, and I didn't see him face to face with the little yellow chicken at that time, and he didn't dare to blow up his surname Lin, didn't he?

The atmosphere is getting hotter and hotter, and the sparks are about to collapse between the flat-headed brother and the winged tiger.

Seeing that he had no intention of retreating and kneeling, Brother Pingtou finally became serious.

It opened its mouth and swallowed the feather that burned with golden flames, its expression contorted and twitched in pain.

"Shhhhh

Lin Chou has a stomachache for it, and he can't hold the boat in his stomach, he has to be able to burn the boiler to be enough!

Missing a canine tooth and a leaky mouth, the flat-headed brother let out a particularly strange roar and took the lead in attacking.

Although its legs were still limping, and even some bones in its body had not completely returned to their positions, making a creepy "click" sound as soon as it moved, but Brother Pingtou's momentum pierced Lin Chou's eyes like the tip of a needle.

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

Perhaps like a veteran who had just returned from an ancient battlefield, his chain mail was ragged and wounded, and he threw hundreds of bloody ears strung together to the recorder, and shouted in a vicious tone,

"Gan Niang, don't count the wrong number for Lao Tzu!"

Well, that's how it feels.

What is the saying?

Brother Pingtou is either in the dry frame or on the way to the dry frame in this life, death is like the wind, there is a spicy smell in the wind, it is not worthy of any creature that looks edible.

Brother Pingtou's huge body flew by, and the shadow shrouded Lin Chou.

Its momentum is more obvious and intuitive than the previous two battles to Lin Chou, Lin Chou smacked his lips after realizing it,

"I didn't think this guy was so big before, he could stew several big pots..."

Seeing the flat-headed brother pounce, the corners of the winged tiger's mouth twitched slightly, like the "disdain" in a human expression.

"Whew~"

The wind swept in from all directions, and this unusual wind dispersed the fog in a certain area around the altar, and converged towards the winged tiger.

Clouds from the dragon and wind from the tiger!

The winged tiger was still cautiously staring at Brother Pingtou in the last second, and the colorful figure had already appeared in Brother Pingtou's lower abdomen in the next second.

One claw!

One bite!

Bloodshot out!

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

Whether it was Lin Chou or Brother Pingtou, they didn't see the movements of the winged tiger clearly, its speed was so fast that it appeared and disappeared like a teleportation, and it was surrounded by a breeze.

Brother Flathead's dark eyes stared at the winged tiger,

"Shhhh Howl..."

The huge figure jumped up again, covering the whole of the winged tiger, and then,

"Boom~"

The bones on the White Bone Altar exploded in all directions like ceremonial flowers, and the entire altar crumbled.

However, the flathead pounced on only an afterimage, and there were several more flesh-and-blood wounds on its back.

The winged tiger flying in the air roared, and the dense cyan translucent blade condensed by the "wind" fell like raindrops towards the flathead brother and towards the altar.

For a while, sounds such as "crackling", "boom", "clicking" and "popping" were endless, and even Lin Chou was hit a few times, and was directly blown away by the wind blade, and slapped face down on the water.

"Nee, peat..."

Lin Chou was lying face down on the water, unable to move or too lazy to move, and watched the fish and shrimp swimming happily under the surface with wide eyes.

The roar behind him swept across the water and turned into a monstrous wave, but when the huge wave approached Lin Chou, it quickly calmed down, 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 there was even a grievance...

Yes, there is nothing wrong, it is a grievance!

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

What is it like to beat a bloody boss to full blood?

You can feel the grievances through the screen, right?!

“ε=(?? ο｀*)))...”

It's a very sad story.

Let's fight, let's fight, when your Uncle Lin is full of physical strength, he must carry the two of you to Yanhui Mountain, and give you a perfect life in your old age.

The climate of the sinkhole is mild and not as hot as Mingguang, and coupled with the cool water, Lin Chou almost fell asleep.

Until a shrimp that was about half a finger long, with a translucent body and a blue phosphorus fire color on its back, hit Lin Chou's face.

"Eh... A little more, a little more... I see that this is not a mouth... Come to the bowl..."

It's a pity that if this shrimp is a little more blind, Lin Chou will be able to have hundreds of big cards in his account.

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