My brother is so cunning.

An experimental launch of a netherworld shadow did not completely freeze the Bull Demon King, but it was enough.

Wen Rui had to use his shrinking ability to dodge before because the Bull Demon King was so big but surprisingly fast.

It was so fast that even Wen Rui's AI-assisted motion capture system could not lock on to it, let alone predict the Bull Demon King's movement trajectory and formulate a counterattack strategy.

The Bull Demon King was skilled in close combat, and he could fight against the three brothers who went to the pilgrimage with a mixed iron rod, and a group of heavenly generals were no problem.

Even if Wen Rui had a strong enough melee immortal weapon, fighting him in close combat would be tantamount to seeking death.

But the Bull Demon King, who was pounced into the body by the netherworld shadow and continuously absorbed the heat energy in the body, was not so difficult to deal with.

Although the Bull Demon King's moves were still exquisite and his speed was still very fast after the speed reduction, he also entered the locking threshold of the AI-assisted motion capture system.

That is to say, in Wen Rui's sight, the computer can predict any move of the Bull Demon King, no matter how exquisite he uses it, and prompt Wen Rui to take countermeasures or counterattacks so that he can counter the moves and take the initiative.

With the help of the motion assistance system, Iron Man can also beat Captain America violently and crush him in fighting skills.

Correspondingly, after the Bull Demon King lost his speed advantage, Wen Rui achieved absolute restraint in his moves.

Wen Rui was not in a hurry to get close, and continued to keep his distance with the great magic of shrinking the earth. The motion capture system began to collect and analyze the data of the Bull Demon King.

After the confrontation model was established, he smiled grimly and stepped forward, using a pair of fists to fight the Bull Demon King holding the mixed iron fairy weapon.

The iron rod swept past, and Wen Rui bent down to avoid it by a millimeter, and punched the Bull Demon King in the crotch. This punch was extremely fierce and the power was also incredible.

Even with the physique of the Bull Demon King, he was trembling all over by the unbearable pain.

The Bull Demon King raged and swung his stick again. This time, the huge impact force was transmitted along the stick, splitting the ground into a canyon.

However, Wen Rui's figure was like a floating willow catkin, and he dodged the stick lightly, and hit the Bull Demon King's crotch again with another punch.

"Moo~~~~"

Two consecutive hits on the vitals made the Bull Demon King howl in his hometown dialect.

These two punches did not cause irreversible damage to his body, but the pain would not be reduced because your body is strong and has strong recovery ability.

The Bull Demon King, who was ashamed and angry, swung the iron stick in his hand to create an afterimage, smashing the surrounding mountains and cracking the ground. The huge force that had nowhere to be released broke through the air and swung out continuous air waves, making the scenery in the eyes of the Rakshasa woman watching the battle from a distance distorted.

Amidst the heavy shadows of the sticks, Wen Rui was like a butterfly flying through flowers, always moving in a millimeter, like dancing on the tip of a knife, and when the time was right, he would punch the Bull Demon King in the crotch like a wasp stinging.

His fists were fast and accurate, always hitting the target from incredible angles, and every time a punch hit the target, the Bull Demon King would let out a "moo" scream.

Those who knew would think that two strong men were fighting, and those who didn't know would think that a cattle farmer was castrating a cow with a blunt knife.

"Enough!"

Bull Demon King was foaming at the mouth, roaring like a mad bull: "Can you not hit the same place all the time? You are also a strong man who wants to be a saint among the demon kings, why are you so vicious and only attack the lower three directions!"

Wen Rui took advantage of his howling and suddenly punched the Bull Cannonball again, sneering: "What a joke, you don't even see the height difference between us, the only vital point I can hit is this one. If I jump up and hit your head, I will be in the air with nowhere to get leverage, and you will slap me to death like slapping a fly?"

It's not that Wen Rui likes to hit the bull's balls. He is 1.8 meters tall, and the Bull Demon King is 3 meters tall. Even when hitting the bull's balls, he has to use the posture of the rising dragon fist.

If he wants to hit the Bull Demon King's throat, mouth, nose, and eyes, he has to jump into the air, with his feet off the ground, which greatly reduces his mobility. If he needs to use the magic of shrinking the earth, he can't use it.

If you ensure that you are absolutely safe and can advance or retreat, hitting the bull's balls is the best solution.

The way of martial arts is to use one trick to conquer the world. Since beating the ox's balls is so effective and safe, Wen Rui never cares about whether it is good-looking or not. He is determined to beat it to death.

The ox's balls were hit hard repeatedly, and the Bull Demon King couldn't bear it. I don't know if he thought that if he continued to be beaten like this, the Luosha girl Xiao Tiantian who was watching the fight would abandon him completely for fear of sequelae. He simply threw away the iron stick that had repeatedly missed the target, and stretched his big hands to his crotch to cover the vital parts tightly.

Not to mention, Wen Rui really stopped when he saw him responding like this, stepped back a few steps, raised his fist and prepared to punch again.

This protective posture of bending over, sticking out his butt and covering his crotch is ugly, but it is also very effective and contains murderous intent. If Wen Rui punches him when his head and face are not covered, I am afraid it will be the opposite of his plan.

Although his head and face seemed unprotected, even if Wen Rui punched him in the chin, the Bull Demon King would definitely not turn on the sleep switch due to his strong body.

The Bull Demon King only needed to withstand a few punches, and then seize the opportunity to grab Wen Rui, and the situation would be reversed immediately.

In the previous fight, Wen Rui already knew that the power of his golden hoop with the meridians was far less than that of the Bull Demon King. If he was caught by him and could not escape, he would be dragged to the ground, and his bones and flesh would be crushed by this angry bull.

"Come on, hit me, hit me in the face!"

The Bull Demon King covered his balls, bent his body like a shrimp, lowered his head, stared at me and shouted, "Aren't you good at fighting? Use whatever dirty tricks you have, poke my eyes, stab my throat, don't be polite!"

Wen Rui was not fooled, and played a psychological warfare with him, laughing and mocking, "With your lame appearance, you still call yourself the Great Sage Ping Tian, ​​I will use the video recording magic weapon to take a picture of you covering your crotch and sticking your butt out, asking for a slap in the face, and spread it among the demon kings of the Ten Thousand Mountains."

"You dare!" The Bull Demon King's face flushed red when he heard this: "You are too despicable, how many years have I lived? For thousands of years, I have traveled across hundreds of thousands of mountains and have been invincible, but I have never met a guy like you who is so vulgar! "

"If you had met me earlier, you would have been a jerk!" Wen Rui was not ashamed but proud, and said proudly: "It is you who is embarrassed, I don't care anyway, the Rakshasa sister is still watching from a distance, you continue to maintain this handsome posture, I believe her favorability towards you will increase significantly every minute and every second."

After that, Wen Rui also posed a handsome and cool warrior pose, which formed a sharp contrast with the Bull Demon King who was sticking out his butt and covering his crotch. It was really a noble son in the sky and a jerk on the ground. There is no harm without comparison.

When it comes to taunting and luring the enemy, the Bull Demon King is no match for Wen Rui. A string in the Bull's brain was broken by Wen Rui's style, and the tactics he had thought of were completely forgotten.

He raised his head and roared: "Ahhh! I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

He didn't even bother to cover his crotch. The Bull Demon King's hands turned into hooves, and he rushed towards Wen Rui with his horns erect.

The posture showed that he was extremely furious and had regained his wild instincts, wanting to gore him to death in the form of a mad bull.