Qin Yang didn't have time to react, so he could only take a step back suddenly, but the Tibetan mastiff was an unforgiving person who stood up, its giant claws flashing with cold light, and swung towards Qin Yang.

Qin Yang just wanted to turn around and avoid it, but when he touched the wound on his back and abdomen, he stiffened, couldn't dodge, and took the blow hard.

His clothes were easily torn by a Tibetan mastiff like raged paper. The sharp claws cut four bloody cuts on Qin Yang's chest.

There was silence for a moment, followed by a roaring applause.

The thugs were talking, "Just say it." How could he be the opponent of the mastiff god. ”

"yes. If he wants to defeat the mastiff god, he guesses that unless he is a superman!"

"Even Superman isn't necessarily a match for the Mastiff God."

"I, I think of a brother who was gnawed off by a mastiff god."

And the mastiff god's dog face also showed a humanized smug expression, after it succeeded in the blow, it did not hesitate to retreat, and jumped back slightly, narrowly avoiding Qin Yang's whip legs.

In this round of fighting, Qin Yang was completely defeated by the mastiff god. Qin Yang covered the scar on his chest, his face was pale, and when he saw the smug expression on the mastiff god's face, Qin Yang couldn't help but be angry.

The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and it erupted violently like a volcano! He yelled at the mastiff god and stepped forward.

The mastiff god also grinned, lowered his body, and then jumped up suddenly, waving his giant claws that flashed with cold light, and slapped towards Qin Yang's head!

Qin Yang's eyes were on fire, and he watched the mastiff god pounce fiercely, and suddenly took out a few hidden knives from his pocket, and shot away fiercely, "Bang bang!" The three flying knives were infused with the strength of Qin Yang's whole body, and they slammed into the head of the mastiff god.

The knife goes straight to the point! Insert it accurately into its eyes and forehead.

Three points into the wood, straight to the end!

The Tibetan mastiff wailed in the air, but it was still fierce. Even though it was hit and its eyes were blind, it still relied on its last breath to open its bloody mouth and bite towards Qin Yang fiercely!

Qin Yang's eyes were blood-red as he looked at the bloody mouth, roared angrily, did not retreat but advanced, grabbed the sword-like teeth of the Tibetan mastiff with both hands, and propped his right leg back, resisting the momentum of hundreds of kilograms.

The huge force made the wounds on his chest and abdomen directly crack, blood flew everywhere, and his delicate hands like works of art were fiercely punctured by the sharp teeth of the Tibetan mastiff, and the skin and flesh were opened, which was unbearable!

But Qin Yang gritted his teeth, grabbed the sharp teeth, stepped on the earth, the power was transmitted from the legs to the waist, and finally converged on the hands, the muscles of the whole body were swollen, he exerted, exerted, and exerted!

And then "Ah! With a loud roar, both hands slammed into points, actually! Forcibly tore the mastiff god all the way from his mouth!

The filthy blood and fragmented internal organs gushed out from the mastiff god's broken stomach and drenched Qin Yang's body.

But Qin Yang smiled, put his hands together, circled in the air, and smashed the hundreds of pounds of Tibetan mastiff corpse on the stage!

"Peng!" A bang! Everyone was speechless as if their throats had been choked.

The entire bar was silent, only Qin Yang's rough panting echoed in the bar, proving that the world was not "muted".

Qin Yang's face was covered with blood, he glanced at everyone viciously, stretched out his injured left hand, and waved lightly, the contempt in his eyes could be seen by anyone.

But everyone was too frightened to move, and even trembled! This is the master who tore a purebred Tibetan mastiff alive! That arm strength is simply terrifying! It's comparable to King Kong! Which superman didn't shut it up and ran out!

Seeing that no one dared to fight, Qin Yang snorted coldly, broke his neck, and said to the black tiger, "Then you can come." ”

The black tiger swallowed his saliva, his head was covered with cold sweat, he knew what the strength of the Tibetan mastiff he raised. Even if he had a gun, he couldn't have killed it so easily. So he is definitely not an opponent of the person in front of him. If you want him to come forward and send him to death, how is it possible! So he snuggled up in the couch and shook his head in a panic.

Seeing that the black tiger didn't dare to move, Qin Yang didn't force it, he smiled contemptuously, and then walked towards the black tiger. There was no momentum, not even any movement. But the black tiger was so frightened that a donkey rolled up from the ground and ran towards the little brother in the audience.

Qin Yang followed closely, not fast or slow, still looking like a light and breezy look, but none of those little brothers dared to step forward, they all looked at Qin Yang who was covered in blood in horror and avoided in a panic. Everywhere he went, the younger brothers were horrified to make way for him.

The black tiger roared in panic, "You fucking fuck! Come on! ”

But no one dared to be an enemy of Qin Yang. Because the visual impact caused by the raw tearing of the Tibetan mastiff is too strong! No one wants to become the next Tibetan mastiff!

The black tiger escaped all the way, and was finally blocked by Qin Yang at the bar.

Qin Yang smiled arrogantly, his face full of blood looked particularly hideous, "Aren't you awesome!" Don't you want to clean me up! Come on! I'm standing right here! ”

Now, it's impossible to escape. The black tiger forcibly suppressed his worried heart, glared back at Qin Yang, and said-for-tat, "What! That's how you want to die! ”

"Want to die? Hehe. Qin Yang smiled and tapped his head, as if he was agreeing, just when the black tiger thought that Qin Yang had softened, Qin Yang suddenly grabbed the whiskey on the bar, raised it violently, and smashed it on the black tiger's head! Who wants to die! ”

"Peng!" Broken bottles, splatters of wine and blood!

The black tiger was directly stunned. But Qin Yang was unforgiving, scooped up a bottle of Remy Martin again, and continued to smash it on the head of the black tiger! "Fucking arrogant to you!"

"Let you fuck spoil women!"

"I don't know what the fuck is going to do!"

"Let you fuck the underworld!"

Every time Qin Yang yelled, he grabbed a bottle of famous wine and smashed it on the head of the black tiger! The wine bottle crossed an elegant arc in the air, but it took away the blood splashed by the black tiger!

The black tiger is also a practitioner, and he was not so vulnerable originally, but under Qin Yang's outburst, he was grabbed by Qin Yang's neck like a little chicken and dragged all the way.

It wasn't until the wine bottles in Qin Yang's sight smashed on the black tiger's head that the black tiger fainted to death. And his head has long been blurred with flesh and blood, and he can't see the human appearance.

And when Qin Yang beat the black tiger, all his little brothers stood in place with their eyebrows lowered and pleasing their eyes, not daring to make any moves.

No one could have imagined that the Black Tiger would one day be severely taught a lesson in his own territory.

And it's so arrogant! One person wreaks havoc on the audience!