Zhen Shuiyin originally wanted to escape to the rescue, but then she thought about it, Xiao Tmall probably had a plan, and it would be better not to interfere herself.
If he really couldn't beat him or was about to die, Xiao Tmall's character would have asked for help or surrendered long ago, and he would never stand up.
The first thing to be hit was Xiao Tmall's green sweater. When it encountered the black electric light, it was instantly scorched and vaporized by the high temperature.
Then there is the soft cat belly, which bends and transmits power to the ground.
Finally, a large crater with a diameter of ten meters appeared. The hard frozen soil was completely cracked, a thick plume of smoke and dust rose up, and the visibility was almost zero.
The Monzhobo Daitengu who was relatively close felt the body under the fist, and was very surprised that it was still there.
Logically speaking, it shouldn't be.
The force of this punch should turn all flesh and blood creatures into blood marks on the ground.
Just like the blood prints around me, they are my own works.
Is there only one cat skin left?
But what about this soft touch?
Through the smoke and dust, Monk Shobo Daitengu observed carefully.
Beneath the fists, the bitch cat was pressed tightly against it. Its limbs were intact but hanging down weakly. Its neck was crooked, its eyes were closed and its tongue was sticking out. There was even a trace of blood flowing out of the cat's mouth.
This is too perfunctory, isn't it? I hit so hard with supersonic inertia, and you shed a trace of blood?
Monzhengbo Daitengu couldn't accept it. Does this bitch's body defense have such a high level?
So is he dead?
Judging from the appearance, he must be dead, right?
Even if you don't turn into scum and a bloodstain, you should at least be dead, right?
But is he dead?
Sengzhengfang Daitengu felt a little unsure, and pressed his fists firmly against Xiaolingmao for a long time before slowly retracting his fists.
The moment the fist left the body, Xiao Tianmao's eyes suddenly opened.
Four cat claws grabbed the fist of Monshōbo Daitengu and crawled up his arm like tarsal maggots.
Climbing up his arms along his shoulders, he then fixed his body with his hind legs, opened his front paws left and right, and repeatedly hit the head of the Monzhobo Daitengu.
Every paw is solid, every paw is full of anger, and every paw is full of catharsis.
The Monshōbo Daitengu is like a girl who suddenly had an insect fall on her head, jumping up and down, flying up and down, and constantly relying on various postures to escape.
But how could Xiao Tian Mao easily give up the opportunity he had finally seized? His hind legs were like a lock, tightly locking the neck of the Great Ten Dog of Seng Zheng Fang.
The heavy blows from the cat's claws made the Senzhengbo Daitengu increasingly dizzy, and its struggle became weaker and weaker. In the end, even the flapping of its wings seemed so weak that it could no longer fly.
Just when Xiao Tianmao thought the battle was about to end, Sengzhengfang Datengu's eyes turned red, and then he remembered the memory that he didn't want to face.
I was still a dog at that time.
A dog that trembles every day to avoid all kinds of ferocious beasts and lives an ignoble existence.
For a long time, he had accepted his fate. His fate should be such a lowly one, and it had always been like this.
Until one day, his luck came and he encountered the corpse of a tengu by chance.
After happily eating it up, he gained wings, a human form, a noble bloodline, wore clothes, and became a tengu.
From the moment he stood on two feet, he secretly swore that he would never walk on four legs again.
You must use the legs given by God to walk your own path to glory.
In his opinion, his past was low-level, shameful, and not worthy of his current bloodline.
While he despised his own past, he even more seriously despised all species that were inferior to himself, and slowly turned into a paranoid judgement based on the superiority of species.
Today, in order to survive, the arrogant Monshōbo Daitengu has to transform into what he hates and despises the most.
Who knew that was his original form, and that was his most powerful form.
It's a bit funny to say that, as fate plays tricks on people, the most powerful self is the self that I despise the most.
This kind of psychological torture cannot be understood by ordinary people, or even by most people.
However, in order to live and not be eliminated, the Monzhengbo Daitengu still lowered his head.
He got back on all fours and became the dog that made him feel inferior.
After going through this psychological struggle, one can imagine the hatred that Sengzhengfang Daitengu had towards Xiaotimao, and even if he died, he would not be able to understand his hatred.
Xiao Tianmao felt that the locked Senzhengbo Daitengu was changing. His neck was getting thicker and thicker, and his body hair was getting longer and longer. His short legs could no longer hold his body in place, so he was thrown away by the Senzhengbo Daitengu who had turned into a dog body.
Go down.
At this time, I looked at the Great Tengu that originally looked like a human and a dog. The human form was no longer there, only the dog shape remained.
The big yellow dog, nearly three meters long, had torn all its clothes, staring with red eyes, and trembling with excitement.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m angry, or because I feel a little cold without my clothes, or because I feel inferior.
What's more dramatic is the still red long nose and the samurai sword tied to the dog's waist.
When Xiao Tianmao saw the transformed big yellow dog, he felt uncomfortable.
What kind of bloodline is this?
It's too complicated.
The running is not good at all.
A good dog, why does it need wings?
Was it because he transformed into a big yellow dog that he destroyed the spirit envoy just now?
After his transformation, he didn't become any more powerful.
Zhen Shuiyin, who had a better perspective, discovered the problem and reminded Xiao Tmall,
"Xiaotian, it seems that he used to have more than one pair of wings, and there were four wounds on the dog's back. Did he have three pairs of wings before?
What kind of monster is this? Did the experiment fail?"
It is true that he used to have three pairs of wings, but after meeting the spirit envoy, because the Monshōbo Daitengu didn't want to turn into a dog form, he was paranoid and exchanged two pairs of wings for a victory.
This is not cost-effective in the mind of any creature, but the Monshōbo Daitengu thinks it is worth it.
If he hadn't felt that his life was in danger just now, Monzhobo Daitengu would never have made this choice.
This is his persistence.
Although it can fly with its only pair of wings, it is a bit difficult to drag the huge dog body. It seems that it makes sense to have three pairs of wings before, at least it can fly steadily.
Hearing Zhen Shuiyin's words commenting on her appearance was like a thorn, deeply pricking the self-esteem of the Great Tengu of Sengzhengbo. Damn it if you don't want to hear what you say.
The huge dog body was quite flexible, especially with its wings. It ran towards Zhen Shui Yin carrying the wind and rain, and it looked really scary.
The human form of Monzhobo Daitengu and Xiaolingmao just now are a bit scary because they don't know the depth, especially since they have weapons.
Now that his trump card has been completely revealed, like this bastard, Xiao Tmall is relieved, really relieved.
The seemingly weak body stood in front of Zhen Shuiyin and said softly,
"It seems that you have some misunderstandings about the level of bloodline.
Today I want you, a country bumpkin, to open your eyes."
