As soon as the tiger-headed bat finished speaking, an indescribable sense of oppression instantly filled the air, making it tremble.
The brilliant light shrouded the tiger-headed bat's eyes, and everything became blurry, as if an invisible big hand was holding it tightly, making it unable to move.
The light flickered, as if it was constantly breathing, reflecting the frightened face of the tiger-headed bat, making its heart beat faster, as if it was about to jump out of its chest.
At this moment, the tiger-headed bat was really scared, feeling like it had been controlled by this mysterious force.
Yingzhao held the cold crystal divine bow tightly, and stared at the tiger-headed bat with eyes like copper bells, without any fear.
His voice was like morning thunder, shocking and majestic: "That's it!"
Yingzhao's fingers flicked on the bow string, and a ray of light jumped out from his palm, turning into a bright arrow.
This arrow carried all his power, like a bolt of lightning piercing the silence of darkness.
The sound of the arrow cutting through the sky was like the sneer of the gods, an incomparable mockery of the enemy who was about to face destruction.
"Whoosh!" With a sound, the arrow flew away like a bullet, its speed was staggering.
With incomparable power, it pounced straight at the tiger-headed bat.
"Ouch!"
The tiger-headed bat felt the threat of the arrow and roared. Its huge body was surrounded by dark mist. It flapped its wings and flew high, leaving a pair of huge wings in the void. It moved toward the hero at an alarming speed. Soaring away in the direction.
The tiger-headed bat's eyes were burning with rage, as if it was going to burn everything to ashes. It had only one target, and that was the heroic move in front of it.
The tiger-headed bat attempts to swallow Yingzhao in one gulp to eliminate any threat to it. Its wings drew a stream of air currents in the air, as huge as the rolling waves of mountains, lakes and seas.
The tiger-headed bat's speed is getting faster and faster, like a falling meteor, and its impending momentum is extremely strong.
With a sound of "Boom!", the two forces collided again.
However, this time, Yingzhao's power clearly had the upper hand.
The tiger-headed bat trembled painfully in mid-air, as if it was instantly shattered by an invisible force. Its body turned into countless fragments, flying away like broken glass, and the air was filled with suffocating dust. .
"Huh...huh..." Yingzhao stood there panting, his eyes reflecting the disappearing shadow of the tiger-headed bat. The cold crystal divine bow in his hand gradually faded away in his palm, turning into a bright light that instantly disappeared into his body.
At this time, a desolate and lonely figure floated helplessly in front of Yingzhao like a kite with a broken string.
The figure drew a long trajectory in the sky, like a meteor, carrying sadness and loneliness, and finally fell to the ground with a muffled sound.
When the heavy body fell to the ground, the surrounding air vibrated, kicking up a cloud of dust.
And that desolate figure was none other than Jingniu.
The body of Jingniu is tall and burly, as strong as a lion, and its back and waist are strong.
Fire burned in his eyes, and the energy seemed to be able to burn everything.
Under the sun, Jingniu's long golden hair shines, elegant and natural, unique, revealing a mysterious charm.
Jingniu holds the five-meter-long white stick tightly. The white stick shines in the sun, like a smart swimming dragon.
It has a deafening name - the Wind Chasing Stick.
However, Jingniu looked very weak at this time, with blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, and the bright red ribbon-like blood was particularly eye-catching under the sunlight.
Jingniu's face was as pale as snow, as if covered with winter frost, revealing a deep exhaustion and pain.
Yingzhao looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes widened, as if they were about to fall out of their sockets.
His heartbeat felt like it was being suppressed by a huge stone, making him feel a little suffocated.
Yingzhao's eyes flashed with surprise and uncertainty, he couldn't believe what he saw before him, as if it was all an illusion.
"Jingniu, what happened to you? You were knocked away!" Yingzhao asked in shock as he looked at Jingniu's miserable appearance.
After listening to this, Jingniu gently touched the tip of his nose, raised the corners of his lips, smiled helplessly, and sighed: "Alas, my speed is still too slow, which actually gave the cunning tiger-headed bat an opportunity to take advantage of .”
Yingzhao heard Jingniu's words and asked: "How strong is your tiger-headed bat? Can you handle it alone? Do I need a helping hand?"
Jingniu shook his head and said: "Actually, this beast is not very strong, but its speed is really weird, as fast as lightning. When I confronted it, I was hit by it without paying attention. However, I have been careful. This plan can ensure its death."
After saying this, Jingniu's eyes revealed firmness and determination. He took a deep breath, like a volcano about to erupt, and every muscle in his body was trembling violently, as if awakening a sleeping power.
Immediately afterwards, Jingniu burst out with a thunderous roar, and the violent power spurted out from his body, like a tornado, pushing his body forward in an instant, like a flying arrow, rushing towards the person a few meters away from him. A tiger-headed bat ten meters away.
Yingzhao was stunned. He had no idea that Jingniu's power was so amazing.
The surrounding demons were talking a lot, some of them were gloating about the misfortune, and some were watching from the other side, just watching the battle out of curiosity.
Despite this, they all believed in their hearts that Jingniu would definitely lose.
They whispered and discussed.
"With his small body, this blow is as easy as scratching an itch!"
"Yeah, let's wait and see the show later!"
"But I can't help but have doubts in my heart. Can his seemingly ordinary figure really capture the tiger-headed bat that flies like lightning?"
"..."
However, Jingniu provided the most powerful response to these discussions in a remarkable way.
In the process of galloping, Jingniu accurately predicted and caught the flight path of the tiger-headed bat, soared into the air at a speed and angle beyond ordinary people, and jumped up.
"What? He can actually resist my attack?" The tiger-headed bat stared at the speeding cow in front of him, with an expression on his face that was both shocked and angry. It roared: "Boy, do you really think you have the ability to fight me? You are so naive, you simply don't know how to live or die. Let me show my true strength, go to hell!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp claws of the tiger-headed bat released a deep black mist, which immediately changed and condensed into two eye-catching black arms.
It holds the mace tightly in both hands, and its target is the fine cow below.
This ferocious attack seemed to tear apart the surrounding air, forming air currents visible to the naked eye.
"You are just an insignificant good-for-nothing, and you dare to utter such arrogant words that you want to kill me. You simply don't care about life and death!" Jingniu's eyes were as big as copper bells, and cold light was scattered everywhere. He stared coldly at the charging tiger-headed bat, murderous intent emerging like a violent tide.
Jingniu held the wind-chasing magic stick tightly, a magical power surged in the stick, and it seemed that the mysterious power hidden in the stick was ready to burst out at any time.
"Boy, since you want to die, then I will help you! I will defeat you later, and I will definitely let you understand how big the gap in strength is!" The eyes of the tiger-headed bat flashed with a cunning light, like a fox. clever. Its figure is strange, as elusive as a ghost in the dark night. Holding a mace in its hand, it stirred up strong winds and pounced on the bull like a tiger descending a mountain, launching an extremely ferocious attack.
However, Jingniu showed no fear on his face and shouted loudly, "Chasing the wind and the stick technique, chasing the wind and chasing the moon!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Jingniu rushed out like a whirlwind, brandishing the wind-chasing magic stick, and violently hit the tiger-headed bat with thunderous force.
Every swing he made was filled with irresistible power and fiery passion, as if the entire world would be destroyed by the power of this stick.
The air was filled with a strong chilling atmosphere, and the surrounding scenery became illusory and misty at this moment.
As if being forced by an invisible force, everything was moving backwards.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still and all sounds disappeared.
Only the mysterious waving trajectory of the stick shadow and the furious roaring sound of the fine bull were left.
Countless stick shadows danced wildly in the air, rushing in like a storm, and violently attacked the tiger-headed bat with a ferocious attack.
"Boom!"
A deafening loud noise tore through the air, and the collision between the Wind Chasing Stick and the mace was like the clash of thunder and lightning.
The air was filled with dust and sparks were flying, as if even the heaven and earth were shaking at this moment.
