After a few heavy blows on his body, Zhang Xiaohu stood strong, danced the half of the corpse in his hand, and smashed it down against a few congenital beings beside him.

The phantom danced, and before it could let out a half-scream, its head collided with an innate head.

Boom.

The skull and brain splattered in all directions, and the two great heads exploded into pieces in an instant, leaving only the empty neck desperately spitting blood out.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't wipe the blood on his face, danced the remaining corpses, and continued to bombard the enemy.

A foot behind him attacked, kicked him in the back of the heart, Zhang Xiaohu spit out a mouthful of blood, his body staggered forward, but he rushed to another congenital with his strength, his arm danced, and a black shadow flashed, and the innate stretched out his hand to block to no avail, and was directly smashed to the ground.

He took a step forward, and stepped heavily on the innate chest, until the chest was concave, and rib stubble came out of the flesh, but Zhang Xiaohu didn't even look at it, and the increasingly light corpse continued to bombard the remaining enemies.

Zhang Xiaohu was injured again and again, the pain was better than a wave, the person became much duller than before, and completely changed into a situation of exchanging injuries for injuries, the strength shield on his body became more and more dim, and it could be broken at any time if he swayed, and the defense was low, the less the attack was canceled down, and he didn't know how many bones were broken, that is, he could continue to be strong, and if he was someone else, he would have already fallen down.

A sharp claw took advantage of the lightning attack when he waved the corpse, snorted and pierced the strength shield, the shield emitted the last trace of golden light, exploded and disappeared, the claw reached forward, and went straight to the back of the heart, Zhang Xiaohu only realized that something was wrong at this time, his body twisted hard, the claw roared past the side, a large piece of flesh was grabbed by it in the palm of his hand, and it tore off a large piece of flesh on Zhang Xiaohu's body.

Zhang Xiaohu roared angrily, threw down the corpse in his hand, and reflexively punched down, the claw owner had already escaped with flesh and blood, this punch was empty, and his body was hit again.

The fists swung wildly a few times, the palms of the hands spread, and a spear fell into the palm again.

The strength frantically poured into the tip of the gun, Zhang Xiaohu's arm waved, and the stars flashed out, but the thunder that should have been Zhang Xu Fangyuan appeared this time, but after a few crackles, it quickly retracted, and in the end, it was just a watermelon-like mass reserved on the tip of the gun, and even the electric snake that jumped out turned into a silk thread.

The original dozen congenitals, so far only three remain, at the moment when the spear appeared, several people fled out in panic, but, just escaped half a step, they were confused by the shrinking thunder, stunned for a moment, with a look of ecstasy on his face, a turn, and madness attacked.

Zhang Xiaohu was also stunned, why did the endless thunderstorms stop like this?

The strength in the body did not need money, and the thunder not only did not expand, but after the strength increased, it crackled and exploded a few times, and the light was extinguished.

Snort.

Several strong winds were coming, Zhang Xiaohu waved his spear blankly to block and resist, his heart was empty, and he had followed the thunder for a long time, could it be that it was just gone? He didn't believe it, his body still kept pouring his strength into it, but no matter how much he poured in, the thunder was no longer heard, and it never appeared in front of him again.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't know that although the thunder could be transformed through strength, the premise was that there must be seeds, and if the seeds were gone, where would the thunder come from.

This round, he activated the thunder for too long and too long, so long that the seeds contained in the Jiaolong horn of the thunder were finally exhausted, and the Jiaolong horn was originally just a failed product of the Demon Emperor's tribulation, if it wasn't for him to enter the ten thousand groups of talismans, where could it have such great power, and it would not have lasted so long.

Zhang Xiaohu forgot the fundamentals, thinking that this thunderstorm could be born out of thin air, but this round of fierce battles was too fierce, he fought endlessly, and had to keep exciting, which led to this result.

With a knife, a punch and a whip, the three congenitals frantically attacked and killed, and the power that was still retained before continued to pour out, and in the bombardment, several congenitals could feel that their strength seemed to be gradually rising in the bombardment.

This is not an illusion, the person bombarded comfortably, and naturally the whole body movement was more coordinated, not like just now, shrinking his hands and feet, and defending against the opponent's counterattack at any time.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't seem to have recovered from the shock, the spear in his hand was blocked left and right, his feet kept retreating, the falling attack was blocked by the spear, and the person swayed with the wind in the strong wind, but he was never hit halfway.

Click.

I don't know how many breaths of such an attack passed, the tide of attacks, and finally the spear could no longer support it, after the body of the spear collided with the steel whip, it let out a mournful roar, and cracks spread on the body of the gun, and the ten thousand groups of talismans that were originally punched into were now flickering one after another, and then crackling and shattering.

Click.

A congenital jumped up, the big knife fell heavily, Zhang Xiaohu crossed the spear, the spear was broken in two, the strong wind continued to whistle and fall, Zhang Xiaohu came back to his senses at this time, his body turned sharply, the big knife was cut down against his body, and a large piece of flesh and blood was cut off from his back, the thickness was half a minute, and the white bones were almost visible.

Zhang Xiaohu roared wildly, did not retreat but advanced, holding half of the severed gun in each hand, and stomped on his feet, the person threw himself into the congenital arms, and the broken spear in his hand stabbed madly, and in an instant, he stabbed thousands of times in the congenital chest and abdomen, and directly stabbed the innate chest and abdomen into a pile of rotten meat, and when he withdrew from his arms, the innate looked down, and then fell to the ground and could not get up again.

There was a sudden scream from Xiang'er in his ears, Zhang Xiaohu looked back, the corners of his eyes were cracked, his arms shook, and he hit the whip-wielding innate again.

There was a string of whips on his head, and the strong wind whistled down, but he didn't care, just turned his head away, avoided his head, and let the steel whip fall on his shoulder.

Boom.

The right shoulder collapsed, the shoulder blade was shattered, the steel whip was embedded in the body, and the little tiger didn't snort, sneering, and the two severed guns rained down like crazy.

The last innate eyes behind him lit up, his fists danced, and he kept smashing into his back, punch after punch, and it was a hearty fight.

He didn't care about the life or death of his companions in front of him, he was the only one left at this time, and he felt that he was the most favored darling in the world.

One punch, two punches, boom bang bang he realized that something was wrong, it stands to reason that this person should at least fall down, let alone kill him, why is he still standing straight in front of him?

In confusion, the fist involuntarily slowed down, and at this moment, a pair of bloodshot eyes suddenly turned to look at him.

"Ahh

Congenital completely forgot that he was the one who had the upper hand, shouted in a panic, turned around and wanted to escape, Zhang Xiaohu let go of the two severed guns that he had been holding tightly in his hand, turned around and grabbed the enemy, opened his mouth, and immediately wanted to be on the opponent's neck, shook his head and tore hard, just a few times, and bit the innate neck into two pieces.

Zhang Xiaohu pushed away the headless corpse, turned over and sat on the ground gasping for breath, but it was only a breath, he staggered to his feet, and shouted softly, "Xiang'er, hold on, Brother Xiaohu is here"

The ripples fluctuated, and he stumbled in, and without the sneak attack and harassment of the phantom, he finally succeeded in disappearing in place.

At this time, Xiang'er was already extremely dangerous, the flying sword didn't know where it had gone, the flames were still burning far away, the tortoise shell turned into fragments and scattered all over the ground, and the bloody palm carried the sword, powerlessly slashing in front of him.

Originally, there were seven or eight congenitals, but now there are only two left, but Xiang'er's price is that her internal organs are severely damaged, and none of her bones are complete, if it weren't for the constant repair of qi and blood, she wouldn't even be able to stand up, and her injuries were worse than Zhang Xiaohu's.

The two were like cats and mice, teasing Xiang'er to swing the sword from time to time, they were also afraid of the sharpness of the sword, and they didn't dare to approach too closely, otherwise, Xiang'er would have been taken down by them a long time ago.

Be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years, those radical ones are now falling to the ground and turning into rotten meat, waiting for a slow recovery, only the two of them, cautious, but they didn't expect that in the end this reward would fall into their hands, the more they thought about it, the happier they became, and the distance between them was quietly separated.

There is only one enemy, who knows if the other party will make a move at this time, while teasing Xiang'er, they began to guard against each other.

Xiang'er's hand was weirdly twisted, swaying and barely supporting, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed, and the sword in her hand pretended to intimidate the enemy, at this moment, a congenital suddenly rippled behind her, Xiang'er's eyes lit up, she bit her lip, and with that trace of bloody sting, she jumped and pounced on the other side.

The ripples fluctuated, and the innate heart felt something, frowned and turned his head, the other enemy was surrounded by the strongest companions, and the number of people was also the largest, his first thought was that someone would come to grab the merit, and nine times out of ten it was a phantom, and he never thought that it would be the enemy coming.

He was about to loudly reprimand announce his fruit, when he saw a bloody and hideous face come to him, and in a panic, he could not find a pair of large hands tightly clamping him.

Zhang Xiaohu staggered out of the fluctuations, and hit this innate body headlong, his whole body was in tatters, and he was powerless to attack, but it happened that this guy was dumbfounded and was held in his arms at once.

Unceremoniously, his arms were tight, Zhang Xiaohu took out all the strength of his body, and he stuck out his tongue congenitally, but he screamed halfway, and he was tied into two pieces at once.

Thump.

Zhang Xiaohu sat down on the ground, lowered his head, gasped for breath, not far from him, Xiang'er knelt on the ground, the sword in his hand also fell to the side, his mouth spurted blood outward, a big mouth on the lower abdomen, and his intestines flowed to the ground, opposite her, the only remaining congenital stood motionless in front of her, and his neck kept looking at the sky spraying blood, and the head had already been thrown high, I don't know where it flew.