The audience held their breath under the ring and watched the showdown intently.
Although they are well aware of Chongming's great strength, no one can 100% predict the outcome of this battle.
Everyone seemed to be distracted by this battle, as if their breathing and heartbeat were closely connected to every moment of this battle.
Chongming stared at the tiger-headed bat in front of him, feeling an uncontrollable desire to fight in his heart. He could clearly feel the powerful pressure emanating from this monster, rushing towards him like a tide.
When Chongming's crescent shovel volleyed towards the left wing of the tiger-headed bat, he could feel the entire arena shaking.
That force is like a strong wind that tears everything apart, making people feel throbbing.
However, the tiger-headed bat was not an easy opponent to deal with. It let out a roar that shook the sky, its wings suddenly spread out, and its left wing faced the crescent shovel like an iron wall.
"Humph!" Chongming groaned, and saw the crescent shovel collide with the wings of the tiger-headed bat, and a huge roar suddenly erupted.
The strong impact caused Chongming's body to fly backwards uncontrollably, and the air was filled with the smell of strong wind.
The wings of the tiger-headed bat only trembled slightly, as if everything was under its control.
The power of this monster surprised Chongming, and he couldn't help but feel an indescribable chill in his heart.
But at this moment, the thought of retreat was resolutely thrown away by Chongming. He immediately activated the "Tianzhu Blood Response Technique".
A powerful and irresistible blood spurted out of Chongming's body, intertwined with his unwavering determination.
Chongming raised his left hand lightly, like autumn water crossing the sky. A red light flew out of his palm, like a phoenix reborn from nirvana in the flames, and rushed straight towards the arrogant tiger-headed bat.
"Little tricks!"
The tiger-headed bat sneered disdainfully, its eyes full of contempt for Chongming. As its roar echoed like thunder, the violent wind seemed to have gained life, swirling around it, swallowing up the crimson light in an instant and disappearing without a trace.
Chong Ming appeared on top of the tiger-headed bat in an instant like lightning. The muscles all over his body were tense like a tightened bow string, and he punched out.
This punch, without the assistance of spiritual energy, only had pure physical strength, like an iron fist punching through the air, with a simple and shocking power.
"You really don't care about life and death, and you don't even know what you are, yet you dare to act wild in front of me!" The tiger-headed bat was completely angered by Chongming's arrogant behavior. Its roar shook the sky, making the surrounding wind howl even more violently. . Its body began to vibrate its wings rapidly, and instantly turned into a black whirlwind, rushing toward Chongming with a powerful impact.
"Get out of my way!" Chongming roared angrily, and surging blood suddenly erupted from his body, condensing into a torrential bloody vortex, completely swallowing up the violent wind. His pupils were shining with fierce light, like a ferocious beast that drank blood, making people dare not look at them.
At this moment, Chongming was like a raging sun, injecting his own blood into the crescent shovel without hesitation.
The shovel that was originally only two feet in length instantly turned into a giant shovel spanning a hundred meters, like a giant sword made of blood, straddling the sky and the earth.
The blood energy emanating from this shovel is so powerful that it is like a demon that has just emerged from purgatory, containing the power to destroy the world.
Chongming held the crescent shovel tightly, feeling like a giant who controlled the entire universe. The destructive power surged in his hands, as if it was about to tear everything apart.
"Xuanhuang shovel method! Independent horizontal shovel!" Chongming shouted, holding the giant shovel tightly with both hands, and swept violently towards the tiger-headed bat. The sound of the shovel breaking through the air was heard, and a bloody trajectory was instantly drawn. With endless power and domineering force, it fiercely smashed down on the tiger-headed bat's head and face.
The tiger-headed bat was not afraid at all, fluttering its wings and making a "buzz" sound, it rushed forward.
"Bang!"
The tip of the shovel collided violently with the wings of the tiger-headed bat, causing an earth-shaking loud noise.
The entire arena seemed to be shaking instantly under this violent vibration.
The deafening sound almost tore Chongming's eardrums.
At the moment when the sparks of the battle were flying, the tiger-headed bat suddenly sprayed out a thick black mist from its mouth.
The black mist instantly turned into a mysterious black gourd, flying towards Chongming with lightning speed.
The speed of the gourd was so fast that it was difficult for the eyes to react, as if it just left a blurry shadow on the retina.
As the black gourd mysteriously approaches, a powerful and eerie dark aura is constantly released from it.
This breath seemed to carry a cold abyss and a soaring stench, like the wind of the underworld leaking from the gate of the underworld, chilling people's hearts.
In the air, this dark aura quickly solidified and turned into countless vicious souls.
They are like evil ghosts crawling out of the abyss of hell. The faces of each soul are twisted and terrifying, exuding a sense of fear that goes deep into the bone marrow, making people feel heartbroken.
These souls pounced on Chongming like evil wolves, seemingly trying to devour him in one fell swoop. Their violent behavior was frightening.
Every soul exudes a powerful evil aura, as if it has the terrifying power to tear a person's soul apart and devour it in one bite.
"Demon Soul Gourd?" Chongming was surprised. He had browsed this mysterious magic treasure in ancient books.
This Demon Soul Gourd is an extremely unique and rare high-level magic treasure. Its reputation has been spread in the Demon Realm for a long time, and its power is unfathomable.
It has magical abilities. Once it is absorbed by it, even if you have all the magic power, it will be difficult to escape its shackles.
Even if you use powerful spells to force a breakout, you can't completely remove the traces it leaves behind. Because the evil souls absorbed by the Demon Soul Gourd are like maggots stuck to the bones, coveting you secretly all the time, trying to find the right opportunity to launch a fatal attack on you.
"You want to take me in? Don't even think about it!" Chongming roared angrily, and the blood around him surged like a torrent, converging on his giant shovel, shining with dazzling light.
"Creation of heaven and earth!"
The huge shovel released the power that created the world. It was an extremely shocking force that flowed along the shovel body, and then slammed into the Demonic Soul Gourd with thunderous force.
"Boom!"
The demon soul gourd shook violently and was almost blown away by the powerful force.
At this critical moment, Di Jiang's figure rushed over like lightning and suddenly appeared next to the Demon Soul Gourd.
"Magic Powder Fist!"
Di Jiang clenched his fists, his strength was like a trembling mountain peak. His roar was as rapid as the wind, shaking the air around him.
Then, Di Jiang punched out like a mountain.
This punch is like thunder falling from the sky, its power is unmatched, and it reaches the demon soul gourd.
"boom!"
There was an earth-shaking loud noise, and a shock wave like a violent storm rippled through the air.
Di Jiang's attack was like the dawn sun, instantly hitting the demon soul gourd.
This blow triggered a powerful energy storm like the awakening of an ancient dragon, sweeping everything around it.
The storm seemed to be led by a raging flame, hot and violent, instantly burning everything around it to ashes.
As Di Jiang's punch fell, the extremely hard and impregnable Demon Soul Gourd was as fragile as thin ice and shattered with one blow.
Those fragments were like dust scattered by the wind, floating in the endless nothingness.
"You brat, you dare to destroy my magic treasure. Isn't this a slap in my face? I have to chop you into pieces!" The tiger-headed bat's anger spewed out like lava, and it moved with lightning speed. Pounced towards Dijiang.
However, Di Jiang did not panic because of this. His figure flickered like a ghost and disappeared completely in an instant, leaving no trace behind.
When Dijiang reappeared, it was already dozens of feet across, as if space could no longer constrain his movements.
Seeing this scene, the Phantom Eagle pointed at the tiger-headed bat, with uncontrollable anger flashing in its eyes.
The Phantom Eagle was so angry that his whole body trembled, and he roared: "How dare you attack my brother? Do you know the consequences of doing this? I will make you pay a heavy price for your actions!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Phantom Eagle recited a spell in a deep voice, and golden light appeared behind it, like the last ray of sunlight falling at dawn.
The golden light danced lightly in the air, seemingly spiritual, and gradually evolved into a pair of bright golden wings.
This pair of wings seems to be carefully carved from gold, and each feather reflects the charming brilliance and brilliance.
At the same time, Huan Diao quietly started the "Collapse of Souls", an ancient and mysterious set of skills that seemed to have a complex connection with its existence.
Once this method is activated, a deep black mist will spurt out from his body.
The black mist swirled around the phantom eagle, gradually forming mysterious runes. The runes shone with a cold light, as if carrying an endless chill.
