At this moment, the two dragons fought fiercely and passed the lily, and the battle situation gradually became clearer, because the horned wood Jiao had just recovered his divine power, it was obviously not durable to fight, and he couldn't help but feel a little weak under the battle, and his movements were stiff, so he slowly showed a decline.

Sun Wukong nodded and judged, according to this form of development, as long as the white dragon seizes the opportunity, he can win with one blow and defeat a strong enemy. Tang Sanzang stared at it carefully, but he couldn't see why.

After fighting like this for dozens of rounds, the white dragon made a flaw, and let the claws of the horned wood Jiao attack with all his strength suddenly turn over and jump, landing on his back, desperately tearing the scales on his back with his sharp front claws, and opening his big mouth to bite his neck. Jiaomu Jiao roared loudly in pain, and desperately flipped his body, really wishing to immediately throw him off his back and tear him to pieces.

The white dragon easily seized the opportunity, and naturally refused to let go easily, at this moment he showed super endurance, like a sucker tightly attached to the Jiaomu Jiao's body, no matter how he moved, he would bite and not let go.

Jiaomu Jiao struggled with all his might, but he was never able to get rid of the shackles of the white dragon, but gradually lost his ability to resist because of excessive consumption. Jiaomu Jiao was under the pressure of both mental and physical pressure, and finally he was exhausted, he screamed in pain, and fell straight down from the sky with Ao Bai on his back.

Bai Long was sure that Jiaomu Jiao no longer had the slightest ability to resist at this moment, so he let go of his big mouth and took a quick breath. After a breath, the white dragon roared loudly, tightly grasping the huge body of the Jiaomu Jiao, and flew upwards rapidly. At a height of hundreds of meters away from the Eagle Sorrow Stream, the white dragon suddenly stopped, and the horned wood Jiao with a detachment of strength turned around sharply, and the rotation accelerated and fell straight down.

At a distance of only a few feet from the Eagle Sorrow Stream, the powerful impact generated by the fall of the double dragon has stirred the water surface of the stream like boiling water. In a short time, the surface of the water was unusually sunken downwards as if it had been struck with great force, and then it surged and splashed like a fountain, which was unusually fierce and spectacular.

At this time, Ao Bai, who was falling rapidly, suddenly let go of the horned wood jiao, spun in the air by himself, and the giant tail swept away, and with a surging rotation, he slammed down.

Everyone watching the battle from a distance exclaimed in unison, watching the giant tail of the white dragon smash on the head and neck of the horned wood jiao, such a blow was ten thousand catties, and the injury was in the vital part, even if it was as strong as a horned wood jiao, how could it withstand it?

Jiaomu Jiao fell heavily into the water, blood gushing out of his mouth, and instantly dyed a pool of pure stream water into crimson. Jiaomu Jiao struggled to surface, but his body was weak, and he was finally swallowed by the stream and sank to the bottom of the deep eagle sorrow stream.

The robbers turned pale and looked at each other, and a few robbers who had a deep relationship with Jiaomu Jiao were even more frightened and cried.

Tang Sanzang was also horrified, and hurriedly beckoned Wukong to come to the rescue, and some anxious robbers even jumped into the water and desperately swam towards the center of the stream, trying to salvage the seriously injured boss.

Sun Wukong stood majestically and stretched out his hand to block everyone's way: "You don't have to worry, the horned wood Jiao didn't float up, which just proves that he is still alive." When the dragon enters the water, it is like returning home, there is no hindrance, if he is really going to die, he will float to the surface like a dead fish, I think he is only seriously injured, and his life will not be in danger. Don't go to him, dragons are a very dignified race, let him face defeat alone and heal quietly. Then everyone suddenly realized, and they all nodded and swam back to the shore.

The white dragon Wu flipped his falling body, looked at the water surface that was gradually returning to calm with disdain, and once again swooped down to the shore with his head held high, and it seemed that his anger was still unresolved. The water surface in the stream was driven by his huge body, dividing two wide water lines, stirring up a raging tide and slapping the shore, which made him even more menacing and murderous.

The robbers took up their weapons and approached the shore, in order to use the flesh and blood of forty men to fight against this famous and murderous dragon.