Chapter 205: The Wolf King Zhang Xiaoheng

No one expected that someone would dare to say such a sentence in front of the wolf king Zhang Xiaoheng.

No one expected that the person who said this was the most wisest Master Mao from the North Wolf Gang.

"Master Mao" Zhang Xiaoheng was very shocked. If someone else was afraid of life and death and chose to leave, he would not agree, but the one who chose to leave at this moment was Master Mao.

He knew very well who Master Mao was. He was not a person who was greedy for life and feared death. He was smart in dealing with people and things, and he had no doubt about winning. He wanted to leave, which meant that the North Wolf Gang could no longer protect himself at this moment.

Sure enough, with Master Mao's words, many people were ready to move.

Master Mao turned his head and didn't look too strange. He seemed to leave as soon as he wanted to come. He was not the master of the Beilang Gang, but a guest.

"Wolf King, I have tried my best to the North Wolf Gang. Please forgive me for not being able to live and die with the North Wolf Gang."

"Master, let's leave with you." Soon, the three gang members came up. It seemed that they trusted Master Mao quite a lot, and at this moment they decided to make a life choice, whether to live or die, and they advanced and retreated together with Master Mao.

"Hahaha, very good." The wolf king Zhang Xiaoheng was trembling with his heart, and his anger filled his heart, but he covered it with this heroic laughter and said, "Everyone, I will not stop you from leaving, but as long as I, Zhang Xiaoheng, don't die for a day, you'd better not appear in front of me, otherwise you will die miserably."

This is not a threat. No overlord will show mercy to those who betray him. Lei Zhengyang will not, nor will Zhang Xiaoheng, but Master Mao’s decision at this moment is undoubtedly a kind of betrayal.

"I want to kill you!" Zhang Qing, who had just recovered, was already holding a sharp blade and rushed towards Master Mao. He did not allow anyone to shake the morale of the army, nor did he allow anyone to betray him, and the betrayer died.

Lei Zhengyang moved, and with a heavy punch, he hit the swinged blade firmly. The blade was about three feet long. At this moment, he was hit by this punch and folded thirty degrees. Zhang Qing flew out again, this time he landed at Zhang Xiaoheng's feet, spitting thick blood on his mouth and turning his eyes, as if he was in danger. He was injured twice and his inner meridian was deeply damaged. I was afraid that even if he could live, he would become a useless person in the future.

There was no trace of warmth in his eyes. The wolf king Zhang Xiaoheng, he was definitely not a sick cat, he was a wolf, but a wolf that could endure cold and loneliness and humiliation. When the wolf awakens, he will stretch out his wolf teeth and end the enemy's life. There will definitely be no trace of pity.

Lei Zhengyang ignored his anger and turned to Master Mao and said, "You can leave now."

Master Mao was not polite, but just bowed to Lei Zhengyang and said, "Thank you!"

"Kill him for me!" Zhang Xiaoheng finally roared, his hair and bearded, his red face was full of resentment. With a finger, the most loyal subordinates standing beside him had already rushed up. Their target was Lei Zhengyang.

"Just you, come, my uncle plays with you." Ah Hu came up with him, and he didn't know when there was a dream stick in his hand. It was like a fire stick, playing around in his hand like flying. The guy who rushed over was hit by his head, his skull torn apart, and a thick blood flowed down his forehead, passing between his eyebrows, slowly covering his entire face.

Without screaming or moaning, the man was beaten to death by a stick.

The wooden stick is nothing, but Ah Hu is a master of true power. Under this momentum, the suppressed breath alone makes people feel breathless, let alone the flying stick.

Along used fist. His palms were spread out, like a Putian fan, five fingers, and thick skin of the cocoon. These were all left behind during his training. In addition to the true power of base training, he also had a unique skill, that is, the Iron Sand Fist.

This is not bragging, nor is it a joke. He really practiced the iron sand fist. He has never stopped for ten years. Even Xu Si had to be careful about his fist and dare not fight him lightly.

The fist moved, not fast. Perhaps in his heart, he had not regarded these people as real opponents. The fist rushed straight and hit the chest of the man in the middle. Ordinary people were hit by the fist. Except for a loud "bang" or "bang", there would definitely be no unnecessary sound, but Along's fist was different.

The person who was beaten had a few slight "crack" sounds from his body, and then his facial features were bleeding and he died on the spot. Nine of his twelve bones on his right were broken, and one of them even broke and pierced into his heart. It would be strange if he didn't die.

As soon as he took action, two masters from the North Wolf Gang General Hall died tragically in the hands of the brothers Ah Hu and Along. They were as powerful as the killing blood evil spirit, which made the lobby that suppressed the atmosphere suddenly smell a few more fishy smells, which was the smell of blood.

Lei Zhengyang did not take action. Facing the wolf king Zhang Xiaoheng, Zhang Xiaoheng also looked at him. The two of them had touched the air, causing a burst of sparks. Although they had not moved, their anger had already moved first. At this moment, the temperature in the lobby suddenly dropped several degrees.

"Roar!" Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoheng roared loudly, his momentum surged, and his body was erected and his iron legs were flying, and he had already transformed into the shape of a crazy wolf. The reason why he was respected as the wolf king was because he practiced a set of crazy wolf mental methods. When his strength was increased, he was the wolf, and he was the wolf king.

Lei Zhengyang did not dare to neglect. The power of the golden dragon moved all over his body. The evil spirit tempered from the training of life and death was integrated into the real power of the golden dragon, making him look even more evil and unpredictable. His whole body was pure and pure, just like a young man who stood up like jade, but no one dared to underestimate his restraint. At least the wolf king has discovered that this young master Lei, who has always been called a waste, is an extremely powerful master.

As a hero in the north, Zhang Xiaoheng has the domineering aura of a superior, but at this moment, he is domineering, but he has no effect on the young man in front of him. Or he is not affected by domineering at all. He stands there. Although it seems peaceful, it is as stable as Mount Tai and remains unmoved.

The hands hanging on both sides of the legs slowly folded up their five fingers and clamped them into fists. The fist was used with force, and the sound of "crack" bones came, which was like a signal of a battle. The opposite sides were once again mixed together, and the sound of a roar was deafening.

Zhang Xiaoheng finally moved, as quiet as a mountain, as a cunning rabbit, the sharp claws hidden on his body finally revealed their original appearance this time. This is Zhang Xiaoheng, this is the wolf king. Lei Zhengyang finally realized the strength of the North Wolf King, the number one master of the northern underworld.

The eight characters of the arms separated, and when one was combined, a sensation formed, and the qi was as bright as a spiral, twisted into a twist. Zhang Xiaoheng's claws grabbed the qi, and they bounced and released, and most of the energy was eliminated. A "squeak" sounded in the air, just like a red iron block, the sound of putting it into the water.

The two of them have murderous intentions, either you die or I die.

Lei Zhengyang's steps were full of wind, and he was attacking sideways, and he was absolutely jealous of his mercy. He did not have the intention of showing mercy to this northern wolf king. He not only wanted his life, but also wanted the Northern Wolf Gang to completely destroy it. For the sake of the Lei family and for himself, he must tear the mystery of the forces in the north, break this balance, and then control everything.

Since there are many dark stories, Lei Zhengyang certainly won’t compete with others to guess this kind of mystery. In his opinion, it is better to break it by cutting through the titanium by tidying up the pieces.

After retreating for more than a dozen moves without success, Zhang Xiaoheng was already a little furious, his eyes turned red, and hatred had long eroded his heart. At this moment, he shouted again: "The wolf is transformed!"

The wolf deformation is not a move, but a hurdle. For Zhang Xiaoheng, this is a gate between the innate and acquired heart method of the Mad Wolf. Although it is only a first-hand approach to the innate martial arts, its strength is comparable to that of the masters of true power. Facing Lei Zhengyang, he had to use his ultimate move.

However, this kind of wolf deformation is a distinction between humans and beasts in the eyes of outsiders, because when Zhang Xiaoheng roared out three words, the appearance of the wolf body just now looked a little more like it.

Even the nails grew three inches at this moment. The black paint had a certain smell of fishy smell, and it must be a one-finger sealing throat.

Lei Zhengyang felt this change in power, and it is hard to say that the North Wolf King is indeed not a mediocre person. All his reputation was achieved with real strength. When the wolf's mental method moves, his power surges, just like a beast-turned warrior. Perhaps the beast-turned warrior in the West borrows the transient power of some Eastern martial arts, and uses technology to optimize it to obtain the beast-turned gene.

He stretched out his right hand and turned his finger. The military lanyard that was always with him appeared in his hand. Although he had met a beast-turned warrior in the Yilin Mountains, to be honest, Zhang Xiaoheng in front of him was the strongest opponent. With the fighting spirit, the murderous intent became stronger and stronger, spreading everywhere, like a surging surging.

The wolf transformed, his fingers turned into thyroid shape, his body flashed by, and his claws flew. When he met, Lei Zhengyang's shirt was torn apart several pieces on his chest. It was indeed fast and fierce. With such powerful power, it was no wonder that the North Wolf King could dominate the north, and none of the three gangs and six associations could compete with him.

Military edge stabs up and down are definitely the most powerful attack skills. Although Lei Zhengyang has never learned regular moves, he barely has a set of military fists. Just as the Golden Dragon in Xu Meng said, moves are a kind of constraint for real strong people. What the heart thinks and moves reach, this is the highest level of boxing.

The two wrists turned, and the two claws formed a complementary force. Lei Zhengyang's body tilted, and Zhang Xiaoheng passed over his head. With a scream, a guard from Yangtian Alliance was cut through his chest, blood flowed, and the wound was stained with black erosion, and it seemed that he was not saved.
Chapter completed!