The sound came to an abrupt end, as if someone had cut his throat in an instant. If I woke up in my sleep, I would definitely think it was my own hallucination, but I was not the person in the dream...

My heart tightened and quickly jumped towards the place where the sound sounded and stopped. Before I could get to that place, a tall green shadow rushed straight from the corner to the dark night sky beside it.

Qingying was extremely fast, it was the werewolf I had been following for a long time. I could not help but frown. It should have belonged to the same master as the scream, an ordinary person who was extremely unlucky.

With a slight sigh, I firmly locked the werewolf's electric figure. This time I will not lose him again. I have basically mastered the ability of "light skills" and am completely confident to catch this cruel and bloodthirsty guy.

But even though my degree is obviously faster than the werewolf, it is not easy to track down a werewolf that is like having wings and fleeing desperately, but it will never be born if you are thrown away by the werewolf.

If a passerby saw this scene like a cat chasing a mouse, he would definitely shout Guanyin Bodhisattva. However, no one would see this scene. Not to mention that the werewolf and I have reached an incredible level, just say that in the middle of the night, who would come out to wander around in the wilderness without any trouble?

As a rock flew, the werewolf's limbs hit the ground at the same time and rushed into a desolate stone mountain again. Fortunately, the mountains in the north are no more than the forests full of trees in the south. Therefore, although the rugged roads have a certain impact on tracking, the werewolf's figure still failed to escape my sight.

While staring at the werewolf's escape, I didn't dare to follow him carelessly. I was also confused in my heart. Judging from the werewolf's skills in dealing with Long Bashi, he had no need to be afraid of me. With my current strength, I don't even know what I was going to, let alone this werewolf who should be unable to play with me?

It seemed that in order to answer my inner doubts, the werewolf who was running suddenly refracted, and her body suddenly turned, and she levered on a tall rock block beside her and shot towards me quickly.

Without hesitation, as I was surging my true energy, I was hitting the werewolf with a whirlwind kick, and my straight right leg kicked straight towards the werewolf's chest with a strong energy.

Relative motion in physics is absolutely unchanging truth, and the impact force generated by two objects that tell the collision together will definitely increase geometrically.

A heavy muffled groan mixed with a sound of tearing clothes and silk, just like a sharp blade's right leg kicking against a wall. The force of shock stopped my body, which was rushing forward. The trousers below the knee of the right leg were torn into tattered rags. It must have been caused by the werewolf's sharp claws, but I obviously felt that I was not injured at all, and a trace of doubt emerged in my heart again.

The werewolf, who was forced to take my kick, vented his power and then fell on the rock block he used to use force. His hunched body emitted a fierce aura, and his eyes shone with a faint green light under the moonlight.

"Beast, see where you run!" I stared at the werewolf covered in blood coldly. I would never let him go for such a guy who would threaten the safety of my loved ones.

"Escape? Haha..." The werewolf stretched out his right claw while laughing at the sky, and more than ten alloy bullets fell to the ground: "A young boy with a stinky breast, a powerful werewolf would never have this word in his heart. If it weren't for making these annoying things, how could I let you be arrogant?"

Looking at the bullet that was scattered all over the ground, I couldn't help but feel a little shocked. Although the lethality of live ammunition guns is a little weaker than that of laser weapons, it is absolutely incredible to be forced to take more than tens of guns. Looking at the werewolf that was showing up in a crazy state, I couldn't help but secretly remind myself that the strength of this werewolf is extraordinary and cannot be measured by common sense.

"Now... let you see what a terrible nightmare of the ultimate werewolf under the moonlit night!" The werewolf's head stood proudly and tilted. When she didn't know whether it was her hair or the hair that was about to be said to be suddenly raised, her body only curled slightly. I only felt a flower in front of me, and a powerful wind rushed towards me, with the smell of fishy blood mixed in the wind.

So fast!!

I dodged aside in a conditioned reflex and slashed out a palm, then I broke the werewolf in a lightning-like manner, and it was just a mistake. My palms and the werewolf's claws had been hit by no less than six times.

The werewolf's attack method is very single, it is nothing more than a few punching methods similar to boxing. However, the covered attack is the most direct and effective attack method and can ensure the greatest degree. Although there are no moves that confuse the opponent's mind, "fast" is the most difficult move to crack.

Although the authorities are confused and the bystanders are clear, when facing such an opponent who is good at it, the feeling of being in it is much more shocking than watching from the side. The werewolf's attack is as sharp as a storm. Moreover, every time the werewolf's claws are just a small movement, and they can often leave a few blood grooves on the opponent's arms, which will make the opponent inadvertently endure. No wonder Long Bashi has so much difficulty in dealing with it.

But what makes me glad that although my sleeves almost disappeared, my arms, which were attached to a layer of real energy, were completely damaged under the werewolf's claws several times, but there were only a few faint white marks. In a sentence in the game, it is "the attack power of this werewolf does not break my defense at all."

The werewolf also clearly showed this problem. He looked at it in confusion with wonder, which was still sharp as before, with a shiver of light flashing in his eyes. After just one encounter, he seemed to have lost the momentum that allowed me to see the so-called ultimate werewolf.

"Stop looking, your claws are not dull!" Looking at the werewolf who was deeply hit, I couldn't help but tease: "But for me, it doesn't matter whether it is dull or dull!"

"I don't believe that your throat can resist my sharp claws!" Faced with my teasing, the werewolf screamed strangely without believing and attacked me again.

Facing the extremely dangerous werewolf, I also put away my joking mentality. Indeed, perhaps the skills left by several seniors can make my hands and feet as hard as steel by magic, but what about my throat? What's more, the skills of fists and palms are not my specialty, and it is definitely not a fun thing to respond to their strengths based on their own weaknesses.

In just half a minute, I fought with the werewolf for more than ten rounds. Several times, the sharp claw tips of the werewolf almost swept over my throat with a gust of cold wind. If it weren't for the powerful stance of the dragon's footwork, I guess the werewolf would have succeeded in the experiment. I sighed in my heart that my arms really have an advantage in the battle, and I couldn't help but feel depressed why I didn't bring a sword when I came out?

I don't know that compared to the werewolf, my inner depression was drizzling. You know, this werewolf named Tony Scofe has been rampant in the United States for decades and has never encountered a monster like me. His bare hands and empty fists can completely resist his sharp claws, and the energy attached to my palms even pushed the resistance to the impact of his arms to the peak in a short period of time.

"Can't continue to fight!" The soreness and numbness of the arms directly drove the werewolf to have such a thought in his heart.

At this moment, the werewolf, who had a very frequent attack frequency, suddenly changed his attack method. His body suddenly faced me with the right palm that he swung out and forced him to approach. As I was stunned, my claws slashed over at the same time. Several interlaced "x" blood lights flashed and caught me off guard...

The ribs were numb, and my heart tightened, and I slid and moved backwards without looking closely. I clearly felt two cracks on the lower side of the ribs, like a quick knife cutting, and the warm blood was slowly seeping out, which was the result of the werewolf's slashing at the same time.

What a strange attack method, my heart was shocked. Although the several interlaced "x" blood lights were just a flash in the pan, I knew very well that it was the energy from the fingertips of the werewolf's claws... or the energy blade, like the energy of the blade.

This reminds me of the sword energy in the game...

Turning strength into energy, hurting people from a distance... In reality, there is such a magical attack method...

The action came into effect, and it seemed that I had regained my confidence. The werewolf did not rush to attack me, but looked at me tightly with his blood-red eyes, and said more proudly than before: "Boy, this is just the beginning. I will let you understand that your oriental golden bell cover iron cloth shirts and other kung fu are useless in front of me!"

"If you fight with me just to create this little injury, then I really look down on you!" I sneered. Although I was shocked by the magical attack method of this werewolf, I was not afraid at all. Since this werewolf can turn strength into energy and pass on the skills of eight seniors for hundreds of years, I can't?

Blind self-confidence may be called arrogant, but at this moment, facing this werewolf, which is definitely the top power in the real world, my blood cannot help but boil. Even if I am arrogant, I will be arrogant. I will definitely use my hands to make this werewolf understand that our Greater China does not only have defensive skills like the Golden Bell Cover Iron Shirt.

My words are definitely a great contempt for the werewolf. This contempt is definitely something that the werewolf cannot bear. However, what I didn't expect was that he did not roar in anger and rush over to ko, but instead did something to hurt himself in the same place... The werewolf claws intertwined, and two blood grooves about a foot long were cut on his chest...

"I'm not Tang Monk, I won't beat you up to self-harm with just one word, right?" I looked at the werewolf in surprise, puzzled.

And a stranger scene happened in my shocked eyes...

After adding two shocking wounds to myself, the werewolf suddenly stretched out his blood-stained claws, with their claws facing the sky, and their chests were raised, showing me the chest covered with chest hair. At this moment, my eyes couldn't help but straighten... Some people might say that the werewolf is not a beauty, and his eyes are straight...
Chapter completed!