The tentacles were quickly cut into pieces, like sashimi, and kept throwing them into the sky.

Xiaobai shuttled diligently, grabbed a piece with a small claw, and quickly moved away from the battlefield, waiting until the tentacle severed limb turned into smoke and dissipated, and then turned back again, once again diligently grasping the fragments, and continued to go away.

With its strength, it can't participate in such a fierce battle, not because of its lack of strength, but because of its usual laziness, it can't attack, but fortunately, this time it flew around, but it also played a great role.

There are too many fragments of tentacles flying up, and Xiaobai can only take a very small amount of one, plus the time that comes and goes, the fragments that dissipate away from the body are very small, but as time passes, this irreparable damage is gradually getting bigger.

The remaining tentacle stumps, after being thrown in the air for a while, fell down one after another, and the moment they touched the black smoke body, they suddenly dispersed, and quickly merged into the black smoke, and then saw ripples appear on the smoke cloud, and then the fragments disappeared and were replenished again.

The loss is not big, but it can bring heart-wrenching pain, Xiang'er's sword light is like a chainsaw, and every time, in addition to the pain of the tentacles being cut off, there is also the immersion of the sword chill, which is the most fatal, directly into the bottom of the heart.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't care about his gun skills, he just kept stabbing out, and the sprayed thunderbolts were all over his eyes, like a huge net, covering the black smoke inside, no matter how he tossed, the thunderbolts hit him without leaking, and he trembled.

"Ahhh

The screams in the stone forest were tense for a while, and it was terrifying to hear.

The black smoke kept rolling, changing various appearances in the air, Zhang Xiaohu's spear flew in the front, and one after another thunderbolts shot out, hitting the body of the black smoke, and behind, Xiang'er was frantically holding the sword and slashing down, cutting the tentacles that blocked her eyes into slices of meat.

In the blink of an eye, Black Smoke's strength dropped to the sixth layer when it was only strong, and this decline continued.

Black Smoke is not afraid, even if he only has the strength of the fifth layer, it is also not comparable to the two in front of him, if it weren't for the fact that this one has a thunder attack and a sharp and cold sword, where would he fall into such a situation.

The constant pain made Black Smoke finally make up his mind to stop resisting so blindly and stand in place to endure the other party's attacks.

The smoke cloud suddenly changed, and several tentacle-like things grew out of the main body again, but they were much thinner and shorter than the ones just now.

A few new tentacles quickly blocked the front of the spear and sword, replacing them.

The thick tentacles whistled and whipped at Zhang Xiaohu and Xiang'er, and he was going to deal with the two of them at one time, so that he could drink the golden blood he had been hungry for a long time as soon as possible.

Xiang'er's attention was all focused on the slash, although she found the change of the tentacles, but she didn't pay attention to it for a while, because she felt that such a small tentacle couldn't help her sword at all, and when the replacement was completed and the thick tentacles came out, Xiang'er had already lost the opportunity.

The tortoiseshell flickered in front of him, and after a period of rest and healing, the cracks on it were much shallower, and the starlight in the sky was a little brighter, but it was obvious that if the tortoiseshell defense alone depended, I am afraid that this time, the tortoiseshell would be torn apart and end its mission.

Xiang'er's wrist turned, the sword slashed upwards diagonally, and two black shadows in the sky were rapidly approaching, and the cold sword light also protected the front of her.

Laugh at.

The first tentacle turned into two parts the moment it touched the sword, and the black smoke trembled violently, and then, the second whistling down, the black smoke would rather be injured himself than be beaten on the spot again.

The remaining strength of the sword was almost exhausted, and after making contact with the second one, it was no longer able to cut off, and after a moment of stagnation, a huge force was transmitted, and Xiang'er's tiger mouth burst and could not hold it, and the sword spun and flew to the rear.

The tentacles competed with the sword, although the sword was flown away, but the sharp sword body still unceremoniously left a huge gap on it, which was equivalent to it hitting the sword with itself, the thick tentacles were almost cut in half, the cold chill blocked the wound, and the tentacles in the state of smoke and clouds could not heal at all, unless it was to abandon the part of the stump that was contaminated by the cold, just like it did when the stump returned to the body just now.

In the midst of the whistling, the black smoke didn't have time to deal with the chill brought by the sword, and the broken tentacles twisted, with a gap, with a violent wind, and with a bang, it hit the tortoise shell that was protecting in time in front of him.

Kerala.

The tortoise shell trembled and made a seeping sound, the shallow crack just now quickly expanded and extended, the starlight burst for a moment, completely dimmed, and the two tortoise shells were constantly replacing at a speed that ordinary people could not see at all, but just like that, they still couldn't resist the tentacle whipping that had been broken, at least half of the attack power had been reduced.

The damaged tortoise shell that has not yet been repaired finally collapsed, not torn apart, but turned into a streamer, flying into Xiang'er's body and curling up, the next battle, it can no longer work, it can remain unbroken, it all depends on the strength of the body, if it is replaced by other objects, it will have already turned into slag in this one.

Fortunately, at the moment when the tortoise shell collapsed, the power of the tentacle was finally exhausted, and it was impossible to continue, so he could only watch Xiang'er be knocked away by the power transmitted from the past.

"Hmph"

Hei Yan glanced at Xiang'er who was far away dissatisfied, and it really made him unhappy that he couldn't hit the other party hard, but after just one more look, he turned his attention back to Zhang Xiaohu, after all, this is the main thing.

Xiang'er closed her eyes, the blood was no longer spurting out, and then without the defense of the tortoise shell, the hard stone pillars were probably her final destination.

At this moment, Xiang'er suddenly felt a tightness on her shoulders, and her body no longer threw backwards, but turned to the sky along the castration.

"Xiaobai!?"

Xiang'er was surprised and delighted, looking at Xiaobai above her head with big eyes, but it was only an instant, her eyes turned back to the battlefield, "Quick, take me back"

The attitude is resolute, and Xiaobai is not allowed to refuse, as soon as the words fell, Xiang'er stretched out his hand and made a move back, and the sword that was thrown away drew a circle, and flew back into Xiang'er's hand before it landed.

The dragon catcher has been trained by Zhang Xiaohu and Xiang'er.

Xiaobai glanced into the distance, where Zhang Xiaohu was being beaten by the black smoke and retreated, if it weren't for the thunder in his hand, he would have been taken down by the black smoke at this time.

Not daring to delay for a moment, Xiaobai unloaded his huge strength, flapped his wings, and flew straight to the battlefield with Xiang'er.

Black smoke billowed, and he roared, but this guy's voice was sharp, and even if it was a roar, it was very harsh.

Zhang Xiaohu danced the spear with both hands, after a long eruption, the follow-up was a little weak, just at this time, the black smoke counterattacked, the thick tentacles were no longer afraid of the arc of burning, regardless of the damage, the black smoke was screaming in pain, while attacking fiercely.

The arc jumped in the sky, and the flames wrapped around the arc, forming a series of electric fires.

The tentacle whipped down regardless of it, and after coming into contact with the electric fire, the whole thing trembled, but even if it screamed loudly in pain, the black smoke still held back and retracted, except that the volume was higher, the speed of the whipping did not change at all.

The spear lay horizontally in front of him, and when it was touched, the body of the spear turned into a half-moon like a curved bow.

As soon as his feet sank, the ground could not withstand the transfer of Zhang Xiaohu's power, and the solid rock-like soil turned into a tofu shape, and was buried until Zhang Xiaohu's ankles.

Zhang Xiaohu's throat was sweet, he was almost about to spurt out a mouthful of blood, his feet were soft, and he had to take a step back, and the tentacles in front of him were beaten down one by one with afterimages, and there was no way to retreat, Zhang Xiaohu roared, and the spear waved, rounding in the air, and colliding with the tentacles that attacked again.

Rumble.

The shock wave continued to spread and spread around, sweeping away the rubble and mud from the ground.

The huge force merged along the spear, Zhang Xiaohu only felt that his arms were numb, his muscles were sore and painful, his feet could not stand firmly, and he retreated step by step.

With the footsteps, the power gradually subsided, and the pits on the ground gradually became smaller, until finally Zhang Xiaohu stepped on the ground, but he withdrew fifty or sixty meters away from these few steps.

The black smoke followed him closely, and the tentacles flew in the air and whipped down, and the towering stone pillars in the stone forest became Zhang Xiaohu's best helper, wanting to fall unless he destroyed all the neighborhoods.

Zhang Xiaohu, who had rich combat experience, chose the right route the moment he retreated, and he didn't step into the places that had been leveled, and went to the places where the stone pillars were intact.

The tentacles roared, and each blow fell on the stone pillar first, and the incomparably hard stone pillar roared and broke, and countless pieces of rubble flew in all directions, and the smoke and dust obscured the sky and the sun.

After the shield of the stone pillar, the power of the tentacles was greatly reduced, Zhang Xiaohu had no power to resist, and now this time, he was able to fight with the black smoke to a draw.

The cunning Zhang Xiaohu did not resist the whipping, his footsteps kept retreating, huge pits appeared on the ground, and the power was perfectly tilted to his feet, and the stone pillars around him were constantly destroyed in the encirclement and suppression of him by black smoke, and in just a few breaths, a radius of kilometers was turned into a ruin.

Taking this opportunity, Zhang Xiaohu quickly recovered his physical strength, his strength kept circulating in his body, growing every minute and every second, and the consumed qi and blood gradually recovered, but all this was suppressed by him in his body, and it was not revealed at all.

He just wanted to take advantage of the other party's unpreparedness, while quietly recovering his strength, while borrowing stone pillars to continuously consume the other party.