The water curtain was split by Zhang Yibo with a candle to split a crack, flying out of it, Zhang Yibo held a candle, the water on his body was evaporated by the high temperature of the candle, emitting bursts of water vapor, the sun flickered, there was actually a halo shrouded Zhang Yibo, majestic, like a god descending to earth.

The goblin was also shocked by Zhang Yibo's momentum at this time, and turned around and ran away again, how could Zhang Yibo let it go, urged his wings, a streamer crossed by, chased after him, and shouted in his mouth:

"Where."

"In the middle of the wings." Zhao Zhiyuan responded.

The sharp blade of the bird's beak stretched out, piercing the middle of the goblin's wings, the goblin accelerated suddenly, and it could be avoided, and he was secretly glad, but he felt a pain in his chest, and when he looked down, a wound appeared in his chest.

The sharp blade of the bird's beak flew out of the elf's chest, drew a circle in the air, and returned to the candlelight, and the light in the elf's eyes slowly dimmed, and as soon as his body weakened, he was about to fall into the river.

Zhang Yibo flew over, lifted the tail of the goblin, and dragged it to the shore.

Zhang Yibo threw down the goblin, put away the wings behind his back, and Zhao Zhiyuan stepped forward to put his arms around his shoulders.

"Okay, Bozi, you can fight the goblins alone now, but you're a bit of a waste of clothes, you can break two holes if you fly once, or ......"

Zhao Zhiyuan, who was ridiculing, suddenly shut up, Zhang Yibo also raised the candlelight on guard, and the two turned around at the same time to look at the dense forest behind them, and a dull footstep came from there.

This is by no means the sound of any four-legged creature walking, it is only a person who steps forward vigorously to make this sound, but ordinary people do not have such heavy steps.

Zhao Zhiyuan was guessing the identity of the comer, when a giant axe suddenly stretched out from the dense forest, swung left and right, and cut down the trees on both sides, and then, a five-meter-tall headless giant walked out of the dense forest.

", Xingtian, it's a corpse."

Zhao Zhiyuan recognized the identity of the giant, since that time he mistakenly recognized Xia Geng's corpse as Xingtian, Zhao Zhiyuan returned to the capital and also read some information, but he had some understanding of this Xingtian.

Xingtian was originally supposed to be called "Xingtian", but because of a later erroneous record, later generations were accustomed to calling it Xingtian. Legend has it and the Yellow Emperor competed for the throne, and finally lost and was defeated by the Yellow Emperor, so the head was cut off, but this Xingtian was actually brave and stubborn, and the head was gone, so he used the breasts on his chest as his eyes and his navel as his mouth, waving his dry qi to continue to fight.

Gan is a shield, Qi is a kind of giant axe, see this headless giant holding an axe in one hand, holding a shield in the other, his eyes on his chest are greedily looking at the goblin corpse on the ground, and the giant mouth at the navel has begun to flow, this image is not in line with the Xingtian in the record, no wonder Zhao Zhiyuan will recognize it at a glance.

Xing Tian ignored Zhao Zhiyuan and Zhang Yibo, and ran over at the goblin corpse. Zhao Zhiyuan hurriedly flashed to the side, this is a corpse, and it is not something he can deal with alone.

Zhang Yibo was fearless, he raised the candle and faced Xingtian, wanting to intercept him.

Xing Tian saw that someone actually hindered him from rushing to the food in front of him, raised his shield, blocked the candlelight, and swung out the giant axe, slapping Zhang Yibo away in one fell swoop.

The blow worked, but Xingtian had no time to care about anything else, put down the giant axe, picked up the goblin corpse in front of him, sent it to the abdomen, and bit off the goblin's head in one bite, chewing it up.

Zhang Yibo rolled one after another, dragged a long mark on the ground, and after stabilizing his figure, he jumped up quickly, the candlelight was thrown in front of him, his back bulged out, and he had to fight again, but he was stopped by Zhao Zhiyuan, who rushed over.

"Forget it, Bozi, I contacted the bureau just now, and the bureau asked us to withdraw first, and the bureau will send someone to join us later, and then come over, let's go, this corpse statue is not something the two of us can deal with."

Zhang Yibo glanced at Xingtian hatefully, exhaled, exhaled the stuffiness in his heart, and turned around to leave with Zhao Zhiyuan.

Na Xingtian was still chewing on the goblin's corpse in large gulps, not making any action at all about the departure of the two, as if the food in front of him was the most important thing.

Zhao Zhiyuan and Zhang Yibo didn't go far, but just stayed at the edge of the area where the goblin was, waiting for someone from the bureau to come over.

After waiting for two days, the people sent by the bureau finally came, and this time it was Fengmao, Sun Xin and Wang Yong.

It seems that the process of Wang Yong's subduing Xia Geng's corpse last time was extremely smooth, Qian Shouwang specially sent him this time, Zhao Zhiyuan and Zhang Yibo came forward to hug Sun Xin and Wang Yong for the first time, but they could only smile at Feng Mao, which was regarded as a greeting.

Feng Mao also smiled rarely, and it was a response, and several people didn't care about this, and hurriedly walked towards Xingtian's position.

In the past few days, Zhao Zhiyuan asked Zhang Yibo to take him to fly up every once in a while and search around, but he did not lose the trace of Xingtian.

This saved everyone time to look for it and went straight to the punishment sky.

When they were about to reach the place, suddenly there was a sound of metal knocking, and everyone was in a state of panic, and hurriedly put their guard away, pushing aside the bushes in front of them, and everyone saw that the torturer was sitting on the ground, his mouth on the navel singing an ancient and unknown ballad, and the axe in his hand was striking the shield to accompany himself.

The arrival of the crowd seemed to disturb Yaxing, who was singing, and Xingtian was extremely dissatisfied, stood up with a giant axe, and rushed over directly without saying a word.

Zhang Yibo waved the candlelight to meet him, the giant axe slashed down fiercely, and Zhao Zhiyuan raised the candle horizontally to block the giant axe.

Zhao Zhiyuan was pressed by the giant axe and knelt on one knee, but he couldn't stand up, he actually lost to Xingtian in strength, this Xingtian was not a person who dared to compete with the Yellow Emperor for the throne in ancient times.

Zhang Yibo was still resisting the giant axe, but Xingtian was a little impatient, waved his shield, and slapped Zhang Yibo away.

Feng Mao saw that Zhang Yibo was knocked away with one move, and he didn't dare to underestimate the enemy at the moment, so he drew his double sword, replaced Zhang Yibo, and stepped forward to face the battle.

The three Zhao Zhiyuan in the back retreated slightly and dispersed, and Zhao Zhiyuan and Sun Xin also opened their comrades.

Blood arrows erupted from Sun Xin's chest, forming three blood balls around the other three, and a white air flow gathered in Zhang Yibo's hand, but it was not triggered.

Wang Yong opened his mouth and spewed out a green solution, and the solution gradually formed a substance in the air, and a green spear flew towards Xingtian.

Xingtian raised his shield and took the green spear, and the spear slowly dissipated, leaving only a small pit in the shield, although it did not cause damage to Xingtian, it successfully attracted its attention.

When Xingtian raised his shield, Feng Mao suddenly accelerated, moved behind Xingtian, and "brushed" the two swords down, causing a wound on Xingtian's leg.

Xingtian was in pain, brandishing a giant axe and slashing backwards, but Feng Mao was not in love with fighting, and after cutting out the two swords, he immediately ran away, but Xingtian's axe only slashed into the air.

The wounds on Xingtian's legs were only a trace of blood, and then they slowly closed, as if they had never been injured, but the eyes on Xingtian's chest were still cracking, and the huge mouth at the navel kept shouting, looking extremely angry, raising his shield, waving a giant axe, and chasing after Fengmao.

"This torture heaven actually bleeds, it seems to be an entity, but it is different from that Xia cultivator's corpse." Sun Xin and Zhao Zhiyuan studied it and came to a conclusion, but they didn't know whether it was good or bad.

Although Feng Mao's speed and body are extremely fast, this Xingtian is actually very flexible, and its huge body does not drag it down, but allows it to take a wide step, and it will not take a few steps to catch up with Feng Mao.

The giant axe slashed down again, Feng Mao was a little avoidable, and Zhao Zhiyuan hurriedly shot out the white air flow in his hand. The white air flow covered the great axe, but it only slowed down, not hindering its downward trend, but Kazemao also seized the fleeting opportunity and stepped back slightly.

Zhang Yibo suddenly came out of the oblique side, covered in a green film, but he had already opened his robe with Wang Yong. He raised the candle and resisted the giant axe again, this time the giant axe was relieved of a lot of strength by the white air current, so Zhang Yibo was not smashed on one knee, but withstood the blow.

Seeing that Zhang Yibo and Xingtian were already deadlocked, Feng Mao jumped up lightly, jumped on top of the giant axe, followed the handle of the axe, and ran upward.

Xingtian didn't expect Feng Mao to come this time, and raised the giant axe, wanting to shake Feng Mao off, but Feng Mao took advantage of the strength of the giant axe to lift this blow, jumped up again, and jumped onto Xingtian's shoulder.

Only then did Feng Mao see the wound on Xingtian's head that had been cut off, unlike Xia Geng's corpse, it was not a hollow hole, but a knot of muscles, which had blocked the wound.

Feng Mao didn't bother to explore Xingtian's wounds, and plunged the double swords into Xingtian's shoulders, then leaned back, his feet off Xingtian's shoulders, and used the weight of his body to pull the double swords down.

As Feng Mao's body fell, the twin swords were cut out of two long wounds from Xingtian's shoulders to his back, but as soon as the wound overflowed with blood, it began to close, and Feng Mao also sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly kicked on Xingtian's body, pulled out the double swords from Xingtian's body, and jumped backwards.

Just when Feng Mao had just pulled out the double swords, the wound that had been cut out was also just closed, and if Feng Mao was one step later, it was estimated that it would be difficult to pull out the two swords.

"Hey, this punishment is a little difficult, and this recovery ability is too strong." Zhao Zhiyuan and Sun Xin glanced at each other, and couldn't help but have some toothache.

"Wang'er, can your bubbles wrap up Xingtian?" Sun Xin thought for a while and asked Wang Yong.

Wang Yong thought for a while and said: "I'm afraid it's difficult, my bubble doesn't get bigger all of a sudden, it needs a distance, but if the distance increases, then Xingtian will definitely react and avoid the bubble." ”

Zhao Zhiyuan frowned after hearing this, looked at Xingtian, who was still in a stalemate with Feng Mao and Zhang Yibo in the distance, and said, "Come here, let's study it." ”

Xingtian repelled Feng Mao and Zhang Yibo again, and then struck the shield with a giant axe, shouting in his mouth, as if boasting about his achievements.

"Fengmao, you hold on, Bozi, you go back first." Zhao Zhiyuan shouted at the two of them, as if he had already had a countermeasure.