When the unicorn king was majestic, forcing more than 20 third-order martial artists to be helpless against him and being dragged by him, Zhao Hu did not dare to show weakness, and the exercises of the Wild Ancient Fist were unleashed, and the essence of the true qi in the body slowly ran to his arm along the meridians in his body, and attached to his fist, making his fist shine with golden light and release a strong breath.

With the cooperation of the true qi of the Savage Ancient Fist, Zhao Hu's fist became as hard as iron, breaking gold and gravel, easily, swinging it, and a strong wind shot out from above his fist, setting off a gust of wind, blowing a burst of pain on the faces of the third-order martial artists around him, and the terrifying power, when his fist fell on the body of a third-order martial artist, it directly broke the meridians of the third-order martial artist, vomited blood and fell to the ground and died.

Seeing Zhao Hu's fists swinging non-stop, like an ancient god of war, invincible, a punch was struck, the strong wind gusted, the opponent's tendons were broken and fractured, vomiting blood and died, Zhang Wei, who was riding on the second-order demon wolf, couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, with an incredible look on his face.

In his impression, Zhao Hu should be a powerful third-order martial artist, how did he suddenly become a third-order martial artist with an extremely strong body, could it be that Zhao Hu is a strong person who has cultivated both a magician and a martial artist, and has achieved great achievements.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wei's face immediately changed greatly, and he realized that he had guessed the iron plate, before Zhao An led the five thousand guards to appear, he could also use the barbarian army, which was all second-order warriors, to contain Zhao Hu and kill him smoothly.

However, now more than twenty martial artists were dragged down by a fourth-order unicorn king, and ten third-order martial artists were pressed and beaten by a puppet warrior, and they had no power to fight back, and the remaining dozen third-order martial artists, not to mention that they could not kill Zhao Hu smoothly, even if they wanted to protect their lives under Zhao Hu's ferocious fist, it was a somewhat difficult thing.

In the short time that Zhang Wei pondered, Zhao Hu, who turned into an ancient god of war, fully opened the effect of the sensitive boots under his feet, and his body was like electricity, quickly appearing in front of a third-order martial artist, and his big fist, with terrifying power and strong wind, hit the chest of the third-order martial artist fiercely, and directly inserted it into his chest, blasting his heart, making him let out a desperate howl, spit out a large mouthful of blood, and streams of red blood gushed out from his chest, dyeing Zhao Hu's body red. There was a strong smell of blood.

After killing the third-order martial artist with lightning speed, Zhao Hu laughed fiercely, and used the third-order martial artist who was pierced through the chest by his own punch as a weapon, and threw it towards a third-order martial artist next to him, and at the same time, his body was like electricity, and the third-order martial artist, with a frightened face, raised the weapon in his hand, and approached his side when he picked up the corpse that was thrown at him.

The fist shining with golden light, with terrifying power, fell fiercely on its neck, directly bursting the blood vessels on its neck, knocking its head away, and a stream of red and hot blood gushed out from its neck, and fell to the ground with a bang, becoming a cold corpse.

Zhao Hu's fierce appearance of punching and killing the third-order martial artists frightened the remnants of the third-order martial artists who besieged him into extremely pale, and they roared angrily, cheering themselves up, eliminating the fear in their hearts, and quickly waved the weapon in their hands, and quickly slashed towards Zhao Huse, who had a fierce face, wanting to kill Zhao Hu and relieve the fear in his heart.

In the face of the joint attack of several third-order warriors, Zhao Hu's face showed a trace of disdain, his body flashed, dodged the attack of most of the third-order martial artists, and carried the spear stab of a third-order martial artist, and smoothly approached his side, his fist stained with blood, with terrifying power, like the most powerful killing weapon, fell fiercely into his abdomen, pierced his abdomen, made it spit blood, wailed loudly, and turned his fist into claws, carrying his broken body, as a weapon, Smashed it into the head of a third-order martial artist next to him.

Seeing his companion's body, with the whistling wind and strong strength, smashing towards his head, if he let it hit, his head would not be wanted, so his eyes flashed fiercely, and the sharp sword in his hand waved lightly, cutting the companion's body that was smashing towards his head in half, sprinkling a large rain of blood, and avoiding the fate of being smashed on his head.

However, the third-order martial artist who had just dodged the fate of being smashed on his head had not had time to rejoice, Zhao Hu had already broken through the blood rain, and appeared in front of him with a cruel smile, his fist stained with blood, smashed towards his face, and gradually enlarged in his eyes, making him unconsciously let out an exclamation scream, and the sharp sword in his hand was swung out like lightning, falling towards Zhao Hu's fist, wanting to cut off Zhao Hu's fist and avoid the fate of being hit in the face.

It's a pity that the idea of that third-order martial artist is very good, for ordinary physical powerhouses, he can really play a role and avoid being hit in the face, but it is not good for Zhao Hu, because Zhao Hu's body is particularly strong, and he is not afraid of ordinary steel weapon attacks at all.

Therefore, Zhao Hu didn't dodge his long sword attack at all, he just sneered, and the true qi in his body was running rapidly, quickly attaching to his fist, shattering the long sword that was just an ordinary steel weapon, and slamming it the face of the third-order martial artist, knocking off half of his head, making him unable to die, and he fell to the ground weakly, becoming a cold corpse.

Zhao Hu bombarded and killed several third-order martial artists in a row, which was very long, but in fact it was very short, only less than a minute, which made Zhang Wei, who was riding on the second-order demon wolf and had not had time to make a move, was frightened, and did not dare to approach Zhao Hu's side, did not dare to attack Zhao Hu, but kept ordering the surrounding third-order martial artists to attack Zhao Hu.

However, seeing Zhao Hu, who was covered in blood, with a wolf-twisted face, murderous aura, and a pungent smell of blood, the surrounding third-order martial artists retreated one after another, and they dared to launch a ferocious attack on Zhao Hu!

Seeing the third-order martial artists around him, he didn't dare to attack himself, as soon as his fierce gaze looked over, the other party would retreat a few steps with a frightened face, which made the corners of Zhao Hu's mouth couldn't help but show a smile, not to deal with those ordinary third-order martial artists.

Instead, he set his eyes on Zhang Wei's body, as long as Zhang Wei was killed, the surrounding third-order martial artists and barbarian legions would be leaderless and fall into chaos, at that time, whether he wanted to kill them all or co-opt them, it was very simple.

Thinking of this, Zhao Hu did not hesitate at all, his body moved, he approached Zhang Wei's body like lightning, roared angrily, the true qi in his body was running rapidly, and his huge fist, shining with golden light, with terrifying power, smashed towards the body of the second-order demon wolf under Zhang Wei.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the second-order demon wolf under Zhang Wei was punched by Zhao Hu, breaking his muscles and bones, making a crisp fracture sound, spitting out a large mouthful of red blood, and collapsed to the ground weakly, becoming a cold corpse.

And Zhang Wei also jumped from under the second-order demon wolf helplessly, with a look of fear on his face, carrying a sharp long sword, looking at Zhao Hu, and said loudly: "Lord Zhao Fort, I agree to your three conditions, I am willing to surrender to you Zhao Jiabao on behalf of the God of War Temple!" ”

At this time, Zhang Wei no longer cared about the interests of the God of War Temple, as long as he could live, he could do anything.

Hearing Zhang Wei's words, Zhao Hu sneered and said, "Now that you agree to my conditions, what did you do just now!" However, now there is no need for the God of War Temple to exist, and Zhangjiabao is about to end! ”

After speaking, Zhao Hu's body moved, his fists waved, and a strong wind blew Zhang Wei's cheeks painfully, making Zhang Wei, who had to move his body with all his strength to avoid the bombardment of Zhao Hu's fist, was horrified in his heart, the fist wind was so fierce, if he was hit by his fist, then wouldn't he be extremely dead.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wei's figure moved faster, and he also paid attention to running away in his heart, and when he moved his body and pulled away a few meters from Zhao Hu, he gave up the battle with Zhao Hu, turned around, and fled towards Zhangjiabao.

Looking at Zhang Wei's escaping back, Zhao Hu sneered, took out the evil god staff from the space ring, and with a slight wave, three black arrows more than one meter long, dark all over, releasing a trace of ghostly light, appeared behind Zhang Wei out of thin air, slicing through the void like lightning, shooting out towards Zhang Wei's back heart, and successfully hit Zhang Wei's back heart, making three violent explosions, shattering his back, and countless blood rains sprinkled, making it let out a terrible scream and fell to the ground.

After killing Zhang Wei, Zhao Hu immediately set his eyes on the surrounding third-order magicians, only to see those third-order magicians, as soon as they came into contact with their gaze, they were startled, and hurriedly dodged, but with Zhang Wei, the person who escaped, as a lesson from the past, they did not dare to escape, but closely together, so that they could take care of it, so as not to be killed by Zhao Hu by taking the opportunity.

Seeing that the third-order magicians around him were very afraid of him, Zhao Hu's face showed a smug smile, and he set his eyes on the body of the little skeleton terminator not far away, only to see the little skeleton's body moving rapidly, and the spear in his hand kept waving out, crushing the ten third-order martial artists to death, if it weren't for the ten third-order martial artists who were closely united to resist the attack of the little skeleton, maybe it had been ruthlessly killed by the little skeleton.