The cyan claw swept over the phantom of the Emperor's Bell.

The phantom of the Emperor Bell spun rapidly, and most of the force on his claws was removed.

But even so, Bodila still endured a lot of strength, and his whole body shook violently.

The cyan claw retracted and swung it again.

How could Bodila sit still and wait for death, only to hear him burst into a loud shout, and just like that, wrapped in the phantom of the Emperor's Bell, flew up, and slammed into the chest and abdomen of the white eagle above.

The white eagle's dark eyes flashed with anger, and a clear sound came out of his mouth, and the white feathers trembled all over his body, and the sky seemed to have snowflakes falling.

No, it wasn't snowflakes, white feathers with sharp glint around the edges.

Sneer......

There was a dense cutting sound in the air.

Subsequently, puff......

Feathers swept over the Emperor Bell Phantom, creating ripples on the illusory bell wall, and then the feathers were thrown away by the spinning Emperor Bell Phantom.

But the falling feathers were too dense, and the upward rushing Emperor Bell Phantom and the Bodila inside slowed down more and more, and finally stopped less than fifteen meters from the white eagle's chest.

Bodila didn't move the whole time, letting his feathers attack the defenses of the Emperor Bell Phantom, just squinting his eyes and staring upwards without blinking.

But just as the Emperor Zhong Phantom stopped, his eyes suddenly burst open, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and smashed out with his right fist with the Heaven-Shaking Glove.

The momentum of this punch was extremely fierce, but the speed was extremely slow, and an incomparable force slowly emanated from his body, and then multiplied by the Heaven-Shaking Gauntlet, and struck out in an extremely condensed state.

This power, pure masculine and gentle as the sun, first has a faint golden light, and then the light is as prosperous as the rising sun, and there are ten thousand golden rays of light.

In front of this golden light, all the feathers that seemed to be endless melted and retreated, and Bodila was in the golden light, like a god, and a fiery masculine aura erupted, almost making it impossible to look at directly.

His heart was beating violently, his blood was boiling, and his whole body was full of fighting intent, but Bodila's heart was cold, unaffected by the fanatical battle intent, showing an extremely calm state.

The Body of Berserk is inspired!

This is the first time that Bodila has consciously and actively activated the "Berserk Body", or this is the first time that he has consciously and successfully actively activated the "Berserk Body", and there is a little excitement in the cold heart, like a bubble suddenly rising in the calm water, and it disappears in a flash.

If this can be done in the future, then the body of the frenzied battle will become his normal way of fighting, and it will no longer be a random burst form like luck from time to time.

The golden light instantly reached the white eagle's chest, the distance was too close, and the white eagle's size was too huge, which hindered its movement.

The cyan giant claw below had just been lifted, and the golden light had already smashed into its chest.

Rumble!

An incomparably hot masculine aura burst open, in stark contrast to the feathers that flew like frost and snow around them.

"Death for Young Master Ben!"

With a loud shout, the golden light instantly flourished, like the light of the rising sun, shining down, not only the ice-colored feathers disappeared, but even the pale void had a sense of fading.

A brilliant aura, which seemed to carry a trace of domineering above all things, was invincible with the white eagle's chest as the center, spreading to its whole body.

There was a look of horror in the white eagle's dark and terrifying eyes, and it didn't look so scary.

It bent its neck, looking at the golden tide of light flowing on its body, it looked extremely anxious and repulsive, its wings shook suddenly, its body soared, and the surrounding "wind and snow" suddenly made a big splash, and countless white feathers on its wings turned into a blizzard and hit the golden light.

The golden light and feathers, one masculine and one sharp, one heavy and one fast, one domineering and one yin, like the poles of heaven and earth, like water and fire are incompatible, they collided together in an instant.

At first, large swaths of golden light were slashed down like golden raindrops.

Then the white feathers were powerless, and one by one they were densely inserted into the golden light, and each other continued to melt, dissolve and surge up, and Bodila's fist and the white eagle's wings were their logistics, constantly replenishing their respective losses.

The space around it began to twist violently, and even strange rainbow lights began to appear on the surface of the white eagle's body, and piercing screams were heard incessantly.

Bodilla's eyes below were cold, but he was quite disdainful in his heart, this white eagle actually chose to use his body as a battlefield to wrestle, but he was really an idiot.

If Bodila were in the position of a white eagle at this moment, he would definitely choose to attack himself directly, you fight yours and I will fight mine, to see whose defense can't hold up first, instead of using his body as a battlefield like now.

Even if the golden light is destroyed, the body will be damaged, even severely!

The strength and wisdom of this white eagle should not be as good as that green kun, how could it be in the position behind it?

Bodila was a little strange for a moment.

But soon, he was no longer surprised.

Because in the pale void, there was a sound of carvings in the distance, and chirps came from all directions.

This thing is living in groups!?

Bodilla's eyes widened, and he chose to flee in an instant, because the distant screams were so close that he was not sure that he could kill or damage the white eagle in a short time.

The Emperor's Bell rang with a bang, and the Bodila turned into a streamer and flew away, while the white eagle was trapped in the golden light on his body and could not be distracted to chase it.

But it wouldn't let the damn creature escape so easily, and it suddenly let out a rapid chirp from its mouth.

Soon, there were also several eagle cries from the direction of Bodila's escape, and several huge "white clouds" emerged from above, facing Bodila, who had turned into a small black dot.

"Unlucky, I was surrounded." Bodila looked left and right, and there seemed to be white eagles in all directions, so he didn't hesitate to turn away, and actually fell downward.

When he appeared in this pale void, he couldn't reach the world or the ground, and he didn't know if there was a conventional sense of heaven and earth in this space.

However, he saw that these white eagles seemed to appear from above, so it was likely that the bottom was safe, and most importantly, he only had such a "road" to walk.

Bodila fell extremely fast, his ears were already filled with the sound of the wind, and the rags and strips on his body were raised upward in the air current, revealing black flesh and skin, and there was a suspicion of going away.

Of course, Bodila doesn't care about this, and the demon clan doesn't care about it anyway.

Boom!

With a muffled thud, Bodila felt as if he had crashed into a large mass of cotton, surrounded by wisps of white substance.

(End of chapter)