Princess Against the World

After Feng Chenglin punched out, he roared angrily: "Isn't it all your roar? If you hadn't roared so ecstatically, neither of us would have encountered such a perverted thing..."

Hua Tiechui didn't seem to hear what he was saying at all, and walked forward stupidly: "What kind of underworld is this? Isn't it endless? The fight between you two is not over yet, is it?"

Feng Chenglin and Ling Luoyu were both focused on the Nine-Headed Dragon and did not even notice that there was something wrong with Hua Tiechui's words.

Just before he took two steps, a small head of Kuzuryuu aimed at him.

Seemingly sensing that Hua Tiechui was uneasy, he immediately shamelessly began to sneak up on him.

"boom"

The basketball-sized head hit Hua Tiechui's chest hard, knocking him away.

Hua Tiechui screamed and turned into a parabola, fell to the ground in embarrassment, and screamed in pain.

The little head of the Nine-Headed Dragon followed closely behind, screaming strangely, opening its sharp fangs, and biting the thigh of the Chinese Iron Hammer.

"Puff", blood splattered.

Hua Tiechui was trembling in pain. He pinched the Nine-headed Dragon's little head with both hands, opened his big mouth, bit down on a piece of skin and flesh, and tore it apart with all his strength.

"Hiss"

Blood spurted all over his face.

The little head of the nine-headed dragon screamed hoarsely again, biting Hua Tiechui's thigh with his teeth, tearing a bloody gash.

Hua Tiechui was in so much pain that he opened his mouth, held his little head and chewed it until the flesh and blood were gone.

Feng Chenglin was still inflicting damage in the heavyweight category. Every time he punched, a big blood hole burst out in Jiu Dulong's body.

But then, the bloody hole healed again.

The more Feng Chenglin hit, the more addicted he became. The more he hit, the more he hit. For a moment, he was like playing a whack-a-mole. He didn't wait for his wounds to heal before he punched again.

However, as he was slapping, Ling Luoyu across from him suddenly made a gesture to him.

"Fat man, retreat!"

Feng Chenglin:...? ?

Okay, we haven't even fought to the death yet, so why did we withdraw?

Without time to think about it, he flew back.

"Third Young Master, what are you doing?"

"look by youself!"

Ling Luoyu pointed at Hua Tiechui.

Feng Chenglin frowned: "That guy is thick-skinned and thick-skinned. He won't die in a while. What's there to see?"

"I didn't let you look at him, I let you look at Kuzuryuu's little head!"

Only then did Feng Chenglin notice that something was wrong: "... Damn it, what the hell is this?"

He glanced at his fist again: "Did the fist I punched just now... hit a ghost?"

Despite the level of damage suffered by him and Ling Luoyu, Nine-Headed Dragon was able to resurrect with full health again and again.

But under the hammer's mouth, the little head of the nine-headed dragon has been chewed until almost only the bones are left.

Logically speaking, with Hua Tiechui's big mouth, the scar from the first bite had already healed before he took the second bite.

What's weird is that, no matter how hard Hua Tiechui bites the Nine-Headed Dragon's little head one after another, the other wounds on his head show no signs of healing.

Under the stunned gazes of the two people, the little head was chewed beyond recognition in the blink of an eye.

Feng Chenglin's eyes lit up: "I understand, although this guy can be reborn, it is not the kind that has unlimited times. Just like a cat has nine lives, when all nine lives are gone, it will still die... …”