Xiang'er covered her mouth, tears flowed from her eyes, and she couldn't speak with a whimper.

This innate god is really not a little stronger than the one in Shilin, especially this god and ghost is difficult to find, Xiang'er's eyes widened on the side, and she never saw through it, but when she saw the figure disappear, she couldn't find out how the other party broke through the space and appeared in front of Zhang Xiaohu.

Zhang Xiaohu fell to the ground, spit out a breath of turbidity, shook his head, and gasped for a while before recovering his strength.

This kick was heavy and heavy, so that his heart almost spewed out, and it was not easy to smooth out the qi and blood, as for the broken ribs and the wounded internal organs, these are all trivial things, as long as one or two breaths can be repaired, the key is that the heavy blow happened to hit him when his qi and blood were converted, and he was directly kicked so that blood flew and his hands and feet were paralyzed.

The phantom walked slowly, in his opinion, it was effortless to take down this monk, he was not in a hurry, like cat and mouse, he had to play slowly enough, and then he would start to kill.

Zhang Xiaohu slowly got up and quietly waited for the phantom to arrive.

The strength in his body surged, his qi and blood rolled, his hands were clenched together, his eyes were half-squinted, staring at the phantom's steps.

The sound of footsteps followed one after another, and although the pace did not change, the sound gave people a sense of oppression and gave people an illusion, as if the footsteps were getting faster and faster, and the next step was to stand in front of people.

Zhang Xiaohu held back the anxiety in his heart, waited for the phantom to walk within ten meters again, bent forward, kicked his feet, and rushed out quickly.

The golden energy was in front of the fist without stopping, more than a foot long from the body, and the continuous fierce battles allowed Zhang Xiaohu to constantly break through the suppression of heaven and earth, and the energy was stronger than the time he spewed, like a sharp short sword, straight into the phantom's body.

The phantom smiled slightly, as if he didn't see Zhang Xiaohu pounce, and moved forward steadily.

Ten paces away, not even a tenth of a breath, the fist was violent, and before it could reach the body, the phantom hair was blown back, and the clothes were even more rattling and agitating.

The fist glowing with golden light roared through the phantom's body, and sure enough, what remained in place was still the afterimage of the phantom.

There was a ripple behind Zhang Xiaohu, and the palm of one hand, accompanied by a chuckle, gently pressed his back.

The phantom's body appeared, with a faint smile on his face, and his palm had already fallen, just waiting for the palm to spit out, and the monk had to fly out again.

At this moment, after Zhang Xiaohu's fist fell short, he did not stop, his waist twisted, his body suddenly turned back, and his fist roared and danced in a circle, just avoiding the pressed palm, the fist roared, with the strength of his whole body, and hit the palm of his hand hard.

The palm of the hand is soft, the fist is hard, and when he hits and presses it with all his strength, the phantom is caught off guard and is hit right at once.

Boom.

The phantom covered his right hand with his left hand, and his body took a few steps back, a look of pain on his face, this time, almost shattered his metacarpal bones, and the continuous influx of energy raged every inch of the muscles of his arm, and his right hand was twisted and deformed like a twisted flower, and drops of blood seeped out of his skin, staining his arm red.

Zhang Xiaohu kicked his feet, and the person stuck to it like maggots attached to the bones, such a great opportunity, if he let it go, this battle would not have to be fought again.

The phantom pressed lightly, although it was not full of strength, but the strength could not be underestimated, the fist of Zhang Xiaohu was red and swollen, and the power inspired by the phantom was constantly entangled with the strength on the fist, and there was a banging explosion from time to time, but Zhang Xiaohu did not look down, he endured the pain, and the strength surged into his hand, quickly annihilating the residual strength at the same time, the fist swung out again.

The two of them were close to each other, mixed together, the phantom tried its best to retreat, but Zhang Xiaohu was tightly entangled.

Zhang Xiaohu knew very well in his heart that this kind of opportunity for fighting was indispensable, the phantom figure was disillusioned, if he got rid of it, the next thing would be his bad luck.

Punch hard, the phantom block retreated, Zhang Xiaohu chased after him, bent his elbow and hit again, the phantom blocked and retreated, Zhang Xiaohu went up closely, shrugging his shoulders on top.

The first few phantoms were able to parry, but when they got to the back, they were one-sided, and the phantoms were injured again and again, and they had no ability to parry.

If the heavy blow is ten points, then this kind of lightning-like combo, at most, is only one-tenth, it seems that the injury is not serious, but it can't hold back the extremely large number, the attack is continuous, but in an instant, the phantom is hit from head to toe, everywhere on the body.

After being injured, he couldn't help but retreat backwards, but was pulled back by Zhang Xiaohu, and wanted to turn around and flee, but the attack was overwhelming, and he couldn't turn around, let alone escape.

Zhang Xiaohu became more and more excited, this is purely within the scope of martial arts, for him, it seems to be a long time ago, since he was promoted to refining the gods, he has never used these techniques, almost forgotten to nine days away, this fight, gradually evoked his memory, with him turning into a god to cultivate, once this technique is recalled, it will be completely controlled in an instant, and it is even more in the fight, gradually evolving and mutating, becoming more and more powerful.

Eighteen ways of personal grabs, twenty-four ways of personal palms, a set of martial arts specializing in close quarters, was practiced by him perfectly, quenched its dross, only the essence remained, one move at a fingertips, there was no fireworks, the phantom was wailing constantly, the clothes had long become strips of cloth, and the master just now was as pitiful as a flower.

Xiang'er stared at the side with round eyes, waving her little hands and shouting and cheering, screaming again and again, her two white little hands were red, and every time the phantom was hit, she would cheer loudly, so excited that she couldn't help herself.

Just now, Zhang Xiaohu was continuously injured, but he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, his heart returned to the world from the sky, seeing that the phantom was beaten without resistance, Xiang'er was very excited, and felt that this innate god was nothing more than that, compared to the demon spirit, except for his strange whereabouts, there was nothing special, I knew that I would not be frightened by him at the beginning, thinking of this, Xiang'er made a grimace at the phantom, and it didn't matter if the other party had time to look at her.

The phantom mouth is bitter, I didn't expect that under the carelessness, I couldn't even flip it, although the wound on the body was not serious, but this round of blows seems to have no end, I want to fight back, I always slow down half a step, until now, the muscles and bones on the body are constantly cracking and dislocation, just repairing the body, it took him a lot of energy and time, and he had no choice but to let it be slaughtered.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the phantom glared at Zhang Xiaohu angrily, eager to skin him and cramp him and burn his soul.

Zhang Xiaohu's qi and blood were smooth, and suddenly there was a long roar, and the movements in his hands were even faster, and after a few consecutive punches, he pressed a palm on the phantom's chest.

His left hand reached forward, grabbing the phantom's raised arm.

Repel and capture, this trick, he has used it many times, he didn't even use his brain, he used it easily, but when he grabbed the palm forward, he grabbed it empty.

Zhang Xiaohu was stunned for a moment, his movements were stagnant, his eyes scanned the past, only to see ripples and fluctuations, where could he still see the figure of the phantom.

It turned out that this phantom was hit even after being beaten, and his heart was already depressed to the extreme, and when he got the time, Zhang Xiaohu pressed it with one palm, and he had been dodging all along, and he reached out to block, so he suddenly raised his chest and rushed to meet it first.

It was a light palm, but this time it turned into a heavy blow, the phantom spurted out a mouthful of blood, and instantly shot out, the person was in mid-air, and his figure became blurred, and when Zhang Xiaohu took it and looked for it, he had already changed places and hid his body.

Zhang Xiaohu was just stunned for a moment, and immediately retracted his arm and protected him in front of him, looking left and right, but his heart was very nervous.

Xiang'er grew up with a small mouth, her eyes widened, and she didn't react for a while, and after a while, she remembered to put down her raised hands.

Zhang Xiaohu couldn't explore left and right, and suddenly his heart moved, his hands danced, and palm prints hit him in front of and behind him, and the wind was cold, blowing the rubble around him.

Since he couldn't find the figure, the phantom swore that he would not take the initiative to attack Xiang'er, so no matter how much he hid, he would always attack, as long as he protected his surroundings tightly, no matter where he started, it would be difficult to break through.

The fist wind was surging like waves, Zhang Xiaohu didn't dare to be careless, while trying his best to dance his arms, while nervously exploring the whereabouts of the phantom, at this moment, he suddenly heard a sneer behind him, Zhang Xiaohu's heart tightened, and when he turned around, thousands of palm prints covered the past.

It's just that when Zhang Xiaohu turned around, thousands of palm prints were empty, a big pit exploded on the ground, and countless gravel shot out, but there was no one in front of him, and before he could react, a sneer came from behind him again.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't turn around, his toes were a little, his body slammed back, his arms bent, and his elbows were slammed behind him.

This time it was as fast as lightning, and as soon as the laughter started, Zhang Xiaohu had already hit his eyes, his elbows had just struck out, and suddenly, Zhang Xiaohu's eyes widened and looked in front of him, and a palm gently poked out from a ripple, and pressed it on his chest without hurry.

Originally, the plan was foolproof, but who knew that this phantom was scheming, and several feints in a row made Zhang Xiaohu feel a little irritable, and at this time, he took advantage of Zhang Xiaohu's attack to be halfway through and could not change.

The ripples fluctuated in front of him, but the phantom body did not appear, as the ripples disappeared, on the way Zhang Xiaohu flew out, a ripple fluctuated, and a fist stretched out straight, as if Zhang Xiaohu sent it to the door, and hit it hard.

"Ahh

Zhang Xiaohu couldn't bear it, he screamed in pain, the bones of his heart were broken, a mouth, and a mouthful of black blood with fragments of internal organs spurted out, and the person flew back helplessly.

The power of the phantom entered his body continued to stir and go backwards, and the strength was completely focused on the power of annihilation, and his limbs hung down weakly, like a tattered rag doll, and he was instantly beaten back into the distance.

The ripples in front of him fluctuated, Zhang Xiaohu was still in mid-air, and the phantom popped out of it with a leg, whistling, and kicked on him.