Chapter Ninety-Five: Cat and Dog Fight

"Lord Inu! No, your injuries are not healed now, and you can't suppress Cong Yunya! ”

Seeing that the dog was about to use Cong Yun Fang, the little flea immediately became anxious.

"It's okay, if it's just a blow, I can still hold it!"

After speaking, the dog general slowly pulled out the cloud teeth, a demonic and death demonic aura spread, and the beads at the end of the tail emitted a strange purple light, as if it was a living eye, blinking.

The dog general raised the cloud teeth above his head, and kept rotating them in a clockwise direction.

In an instant, the dog general set off a hurricane around his body, and quickly formed a tornado, and the demonic power with the breath of death condensed a spiral ball in the middle of the tornado.

"Prison Dragon Break!"

The tornado with the breath of death swept towards the relatives with the wave of the cloud fangs, and all the monsters and objects that came close along the way were razed to the ground.

The relatives did not stay in place and wait to be beaten, the right claw lightning and thunder, endless thunder and light converged, making it impossible to look directly, and when the prison dragon broke closer, one move and five thunder fingers actually wanted to tear it apart.

It's not that the relatives don't want to dodge, but after the size has become larger, although the demon power has been completely liberated, the body has become stronger, and the overall combat power has increased several times, but the huge size also limits his speed, so he can only resist hard!

The pro-side without a weapon is obviously not the opponent of the Prison Dragon Break, and the claw and the Prison Dragon Break stalemate for a while, then they are bounced away, and the pro-side is facing the Prison Dragon Break.

The tornado came, and in an instant, the huge velvet armor of the pro-side was torn apart, kneeling on one knee and holding the ground with both hands, blood spilled everywhere, although the prison dragon broke was partially weakened by the pro-side himself, but the rest also caused him great damage.

On the other side, the dog general was also uncomfortable, he was seriously injured, and he didn't get better, he just used Cong Yunya, it took a lot of demon power, not to mention, and he was also taken advantage of by Cong Yunya, and the wound that was not good was immediately cracked, if he hadn't seen the opportunity to make a decision, he immediately inserted the sword into the special scabbard and sealed it in time, maybe it had been controlled by Cong Yunya at this time, and maybe even died by the backlash!

And the Tai who was watching the play from afar, but at this time his eyes were full of brilliance, these swords of the dog general are not only powerful, but most importantly, they feel so handsome to use......

Seeing that his relatives had been seriously injured, the dog general endured the pain, pulled out his iron teeth, and wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue.

The relatives were also furious at this time, as soon as the dog general appeared, he was sneak attacked, and because of his size, he could only take his big move head-on, which simply ruined the good situation, and he was so angry that he kept roaring.

Seeing that the dog general put away the cloud teeth, the demonic qi of the whole body of the relatives turned and stopped the flowing blood. Standing up, the claws thundered and staggered, and five white thunderbolts slashed towards the dog general.

"Wind Wound!"

The confrontation between the wind and the thunder ended in a draw.

It may be that the battle between the big monsters is too widespread, and the other monsters have been far away from the two of them at this time, scattered around, fighting each other.

And without these burdens, the two big monsters are also completely relieved and go all out.

Sometimes, I think these people are not brain-dead? Isn't fighting a war a duel between the strong? Why carry so much baggage? In order to pretend to be a weak chicken? Or is it that they were led crooked by ordinary humans, thinking that they had to lead troops to fight?

I don't know if I should say that these strong people have big hearts? Or should it be said that these weak chickens are not afraid of death?