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Lin Hao stamped his feet and shot at the mountain ox in the pit like an arrow. Maybe only the blood of the monster in front of him could quench Lin Hao's restless murderous spirit.

"Moo ~"

the bull's sad cry was not to be outdone, but his eyes were red and he pushed his legs and rushed to Lin Hao again.

Today, it doesn't believe it. It has been on the first floor for so long that even the third level monsters dare not disrespect themselves. Can't it make a mere human teenager?

The result is very obvious. Some people seem to be such harmless teenagers, but in fact they are just a powerful beast hidden in the wilderness, which has completely gone beyond the scope that human beings and monsters can understand.

Boom!

One punch! It's another ordinary punch!

It is such a punch, but directly will drill cattle once again embedded in the mountain, the huge ox tail swaying in the wind, as if to tell its heart of surprise.

This is a fart of human beings, this is obviously dressed in human skin of the ancient overlord!

It has seen countless human beings, but it has never seen human beings who can beat themselves just by their physical advantages, which is difficult for level three monsters to do, but now it really happened in front of itself.

Lin Hao raised a dangerous grin at the corner of his mouth, and the whole person dived down again.

At this moment, a very strange scene appeared on the battlefield.

The figure of the human youth is dwarfed by that of an eagle, whose fist is more terrifying than its beak.

However, the huge bull was just like a weak chick, with a look of fear in his eyes, and cowered on the ground like a headless Goshawk.

How can the goshawk pity the chicken's fear and weakness?

Lin Hao's fist once again fell on Zuan shanniu.

Bang bang!

One punch after another, Lin Hao's fists fell mercilessly like raindrops, smashed on the mountain bull, and countless blood splashed like worthless.

"Moo ~"

the mountain bull is extremely afraid, and his body is twitching wildly. He just wants to escape from Lin Hao's meat fist as soon as possible.

Who can understand the fear of drilling cattle at the moment?

Lin Hao's fists were like giant hammers. Each blow had a concussion on the bull, and even the hard bones of the bull were nearly broken.

At the moment, how much he hates Lin Hao, but he hates himself even more. Why should he grow such a huge body and get so many fists!

Why do you want to bear beating so much? Even if you die a second later, you can at least save your face as the last face of the beast. After all, no one wants to go back to see the sages of the wild beast with the charge of being beaten to death by human fists.

Lin Hao is more and more hard to fight, riding on the mountain bull, fists left and right bow, but very much like the Wusong hammer Ximen Qing, at this moment, Lin Hao can finally understand Wusong's mood.

It's not just because of hate. In fact, this kind of fierce feeling is definitely more exciting than a knife and a sword. At least, it's incomparable in the sense!

Lin Hao's blood is restless, but he still has a great sense. At least when Lin Hao is pressing down on Zuoshan Niu, he can clearly see his next every move.