In the limelight, Murong Zhongtian asked a rather technical question again: "Zhang Sheng, why do you say it's called a nine-headed spirit mastiff with only one head?"

"I'll go!" Zhan Qingyu scratched her head helplessly, gently patted Murong Zhongtian's shoulder and said, "The elephant's trunk is the first, whose trunk is the second?"

"Elephant?" Murong Zhongtian said in confusion.

"An animal with a long nose!" Zhan Qingyu was stunned for a glance and said secretly: "I don't know." ”

"I've seen it!" Murong Zhongtian was stunned for a moment and then replied, "But, what is your problem?"

"Poof!" Zhang Sheng couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh.

"Say!" Zhan Qingyu glared at him seriously: "Hurry up!"

"Hmm" Murong Zhongtian looked at Zhang Sheng, and saw that Zhang Sheng pretended not to care, so he thought for a while and said: "Compared with common animals, there is nothing else except for the longer nose of a mouse. It's a mouse!"

"Stupid!" Zhan Qingyu glared at him angrily.

Murong Zhongtian turned his gaze to Zhang Sheng, who pretended not to see.

"Isn't that right?" Murong Zhongtian stretched out his innocent hands.

Looking at the majestic nine-headed mastiff again, Zhan Qingyu confirmed: "This is my mastiff king, its eyes can't deceive me." But how is it here? And it seems to have been there a long time ago, why was it so small when I was saved?

In front of the cave, the two spirit beasts continued to fight.

"What do you know about a vicious dog, no wonder you've been practicing for so many years and still look like this shit. The vulture's wings flapped lightly and began to face the nine-headed spirit mastiff again: "This is called making the best use of things, Lao Tzu is born to be a flying spirit animal, it is useless whether you are envious or jealous or hateful, take me with ten thousand arrows." ”

"Whoosh!whoosh!whoosh!" The vulture shook its wings, and a large feather formed a rain of arrows, and condescendingly began to attack the helpless nine-headed mastiff.

It was too late for the nine-headed mastiff to dodge, and this time the vulture's arrow rain was much more than the first attack, and the coverage was also very wide, almost counting all the places it could think of to hide.

Although one of the two is on the top and the other is on the bottom, the distance between the two is only a few zhang.

"Dangerous!" Zhan Qingyu couldn't help but worry fiercely for the nine-headed spirit mastiff.

In an instant, a rain of feathers and arrows was close at hand.

The nine-headed mastiff knows that it is not easy to dodge, so it no longer wastes time, and dodging may not be as effective as defending on the spot.

With a low roar, I saw a layer of yellowish mist quickly rising around the nine-headed spirit mastiff, and its fur tightened and squatted down to minimize its footprint, so as to reduce the number of feathers attacked as much as possible.

"Puff puff!"

"Dingding!"

After a few sounds, the nine-headed spirit mastiff shot down the feathers that were approaching, but he was also injured, and couldn't help but scold again: "I plucked the bird feathers of your ancestors for eighteen generations, oops!"

It pulled out a feather nailed to its chest and couldn't help but scream.

"How's that dog?" the vulture chuckled smugly, "Haha, would you like to have a few more?"

Without waiting for the nine-headed mastiff to scold angrily, his wings shook, and another wave of feathers and arrows rained one after another.

This wave of feathers is more dense, except that this wave of feathers is no longer a large feather on the wings, but a few small feathers on the abdomen.

"Ahh

"Oops!"

The nine-headed mastiff had nowhere to hide, but was beaten passively, waiting for an opportunity to dodge while being attacked.

The attack power of this smaller feather is not weak at all, because it is more dense, so it takes a few more hits.

Although the vulture's feathers only stuck in his skin and did not penetrate deep into the flesh, it still made it painful.

The nine-headed mastiff's defense was not all-round, so it still took a few hits.

"Roar!" the nine-headed mastiff roared, and one cannonball blurted out one cannonball after another, as fast as lightning, and went straight to the vulture above.

"Bang!" the vulture knew how powerful this cannonball was, and this was not the first time the two had fought each other.

Therefore, the vulture quickly dodged the cannonball with its tail and flicked its wings, and with a shock of its wings, it was a rain of arrows shooting towards the nine-headed spirit mastiff.

When the mastiff saw that his cannonball missed a single hit, the vulture's arrow rain came and he couldn't help but scold: "Evil bird, what did I owe you in my last life? ”

"Puff puff!" the nine-headed mastiff jumped hard, dodging the attack and taking the opportunity to spit out one after another earthy yellow energy cannonballs.

Some of these shells attack the wings of the vulture, some attack the tail end of the vulture, and some directly break the feathers shot by the vulture.

The vultures dodged left and right flexibly, dodging the mastiff's attacks continuously.

But suddenly a cannonball struck it in the abdomen, and the vulture almost fell from above with a painful cry.

Seeing the opportunity, the nine-headed mastiff rushed forward two steps and leaped up, grabbing the falling vulture with its right claw.

If this spirit mastiff is really caught like this, although the vulture can't die, it will completely lose the opportunity, and it can only fight and retreat, and if it doesn't work, it will be seriously injured.

The vultures are not ordinary spirit beasts, so in a hurry, they rolled in the air with their wings and dodged most of the mastiff's attacks, but the claws of the spirit mastiff still slapped it.

But this force is already very small, and the vulture is slapped upright by the force of the tail being slapped on its upper body, and at this time its wings are stretched out and flapped "whoosh" out of the attack range of the spirit mastiff.

"Evil dog, you will definitely not end well if you anger me, another wave!" the vulture flew to the top and shouted, "Catch it!"

To be honest, the vulture was indeed frightened just now, but fortunately, it adjusted the orientation of its body in time to let its tail be shot, and if it had been hit somewhere else, it would have been lying on the ground now.

The strength of this mastiff is much greater than it, and the mastiff has an absolute advantage on the ground, so it has never dared to face the mastiff on the ground.

"Whoosh!" the feather arrived in the blink of an eye, with the fury of the vulture's aftermath.

The vulture's attack is no longer a simple feather attack, and after shooting the feathers, it also flapps its wings and follows the feathers.

It understands that this mastiff is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and can only use its own advantages to defeat it as soon as possible.

The battle has been evenly matched, and although the vultures have the advantage of high altitudes, the mastiffs also have strong defenses and ferocious energy attacks.

The battle between the two is still ongoing, and both sides have consumed a lot of spiritual power.

Slowly, they all seem a little overwhelmed, but they are struggling to support.

At this time, whoever reaches the bottom of spiritual power first will be defeated.

The mastiff is a little better, and when tired, you can sit on the ground and rest for a while, but the vulture always has to keep flying at an altitude and beware of the attack of the mastiff.

"Whoosh!" the vulture wanted to end the battle as soon as possible, so he shot the feathers blessed by spiritual power one by one towards the spirit mastiff below without reservation.

The mastiff dodged as it resisted, and despite being careful, it was hit by a rain of arrows.

While the nine-headed mastiff struggled to resist the feathers, the vulture's fierce claws grabbed the nine-headed mastiff's back.

The sneak attack succeeded, and the vulture wanted to turn back into the air.

"Roar!!"

A large paw print was scratched out of the fur on the back of the nine-headed spirit mastiff, and dark red blood quickly overflowed.

"Despicable!" it slapped it out with a reflexive palm.

"Flap Ridge!" the vulture quickly retreated, but was slapped off a few feathers by the nine-headed spirit mastiff.