The gold-armored guard held the mace 'stick' in both hands, like pounding garlic, falling from the sky and smashing it hard at Zhang Xiaohu..Fastest update access: щщщ.79XS.сОΜ .

The eyes are empty and unfocused, and the people at the bottom of the pit look as if they have not seen anything.

The bottom of the glazed pit was bubbling with a trace of white gas, and the smooth and translucent surface 'shot' a rapidly approaching golden 'color' shadow.

The mace 'stick' was still far away, and the strong wind that rushed to the ground pressed everyone to the ground, unable to move, the wind howled, and the terrible sound of breaking the air followed.

Zhang Xiaohu was lying there quietly, the blood 'hole' on his body was still oozing blood drop by drop, his eyes were condensed, and he just watched motionlessly as the attack quickly 'approached'.

The muscles and flesh on his body were trembling nervously, there was only one chance, and after he was injured, there was only one chance to dodge such a crisis.

The mace 'stick' is rapidly approaching, and for the great monk, this distance is not needed for a tenth of a breath.

Zhang Xiaohu rolled to the side violently, and at the moment he moved, the mace 'stick' whistled past his cheek, and the strong wind that made a terrible sound scratched a shallow blood mark on his face, almost grazing his body.

As soon as his body flipped and he had just dodged the attack of the mace, Zhang Xiaohu's palm slammed out on the ground, and with the help of the shock, the whole person flew into the sky, passing by the golden armor guard who was still smashing.

With one foot out, he stepped heavily on the body of the golden armor guard, and his body continued to accelerate and rise, and the gold armor guard smashed headlong into the smooth and translucent glass ground.

Rumble.

There was a loud noise in the deep 'hole', and then, in the countless 'chaotic' stone mud that spewed out, a golden 'colored' figure flew straight into the sky, as fast as lightning.

The Old Blood Witch King and the Spirit Witch King raised their heads and looked up at the sky, perceiving a golden light, and they couldn't see who it was at all, but just now, Zhang Xiaohu was miserably hit to the ground, instinctively, the two shook their heads, and a 'yin' smile appeared on their faces.

"Damn, it's finally over"

The Spirit Witch King laughed and raised his legs to go that way.

"Don't worry, take another look"

The old blood witch king suddenly stared suspiciously in the direction of the deep 'hole', shook his head, and reached out to hold down the spirit witch king.

"What's wrong?"

The Spirit Witch King looked back at the Old Blood Witch King, and then looked nervously at the deep 'hole', "Is he still alive?"

"I don't know, there's movement in there anyway"

It was too 'chaotic' and 'chaotic', even if the two of them were witch kings, their powerful perception could only be seen roughly, and the old blood witch king found that in the 'chaotic' stones and mud that flew up and fell, the figure that was originally motionless was gradually beginning to recover.

"Oh no, the one inside is a golden-armored guard"

The Spirit Witch King screamed, his soul power was stronger than that of the old Blood Witch King, and after being reminded, he instantly discovered that something was wrong, the one in the deep 'hole', there was no soul 'wave' movement at all, at first I thought that the opponent was dead, but now it is still moving, then, how can it be the enemy.

The two remaining witch kings looked at the sky in horror, and the golden light was falling from the sky, like a fiery meteor, and at the moment when the two of them were aware, they fell into a deep 'hole'.

Zhang Xiaohu struck with his fists, and with the power of falling from the sky, like a storm, he hit the golden armor guard who had just gotten up and was shaking to find the enemy.

The punches are strong, one after the other.

The gold-armored guard, who had no consciousness and only relied on orders, was pressed to the ground by Zhang Xiaohu, and punch after punch kept knocking down, and the golden armor and golden helmet on his body were already messy.

Rumble.

With one punch, a pit appeared in the golden armor, and with another punch, the pit quickly became deeper and larger, and the fist kept falling, hitting it one after another, and the golden armor buzzed, crooked, and almost fell down.

The fists kept flying under the deep 'hole', and pieces of golden armor fell off the guard's body, flying in the deep 'hole'.

The golden-armored guard, who had no pain and no life, had no power to resist under the constant attack, just gathered a little strength, and was scattered by Zhang Xiaohu's heavy punch, the pair of empty 'hole' godless eyes, looked at him tightly without blinking, and his arms stubbornly supported his body again and again.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't care about the dead fish-like eyes, and sat on the golden armor guard, his fists were glowing with strength, and he still continued to blast towards him like a storm, and he would never stop until he broke up the guards condensed by this witchcraft.

The golden armor fell off, revealing the golden 'color' body inside, but under the continuous bombardment of Zhang Xiaohu's big fists, the golden 'color' was constantly fading and becoming a little transparent.

"What to do?

The Spirit Witch King grabbed his hands in a panic, wanting to move up to help, but he didn't dare to face the fierce Zhang Xiaohu.

The old Blood Witch King's face was calm, and he silently looked at the Spirit Witch King's pale face.

Useless waste, the old Blood Witch King thought to himself, and suddenly made a move.

The Spirit Witch King's voice stopped abruptly, his head lowered slightly, and he looked at a palm that poked out from his 'chest', and on it, a beating heart was beating happily.

"Why?"

The Spirit Witch King looked at the Old Blood Witch King with a shudder, the enemy was right in front of him, but why would his companions kill him?

The old blood witch king snorted lowly, his palms were closed, poof, streams of blood flew out from the cracks of his hands, and the beating heart turned into a mass of 'meat' pulp, and the spirit witch king opened his eyes with a blank look, and slowly softened on the altar.

The crutches in his hand waved in the air, and one after another witch duels were struck, wrapping the Spirit Witch King tightly.

The altar was full of light, and a humming sound sounded all around, as if the altar was making a cheerful sound.

This is a sacrifice, with the Spirit Witch King as the best sacrifice, it is a sacrifice that has never been seen in the history of witches, the old blood witch king hummed in a low voice, the cane in his hand danced, and the whole person kept walking on the altar.

A trace of power, blood, and soul were quickly 'pumped' by the altar, and the attack in exchange for the life of the Spirit Witch King was gradually forming, and the mighty power continued to spread out from the altar, and in the blink of an eye, it was all over the Witch King City.

Whether it was 'confused', frightened, or happy, all of them fell to their knees at this moment, chanting the witch decision, and the voices converged and became louder and louder, and the light on the altar became brighter as the sound became louder.

Zhang Xiaohu was very anxious in his heart, the power that was constantly accumulating over there made him panic again, just like this golden armor guard, if he didn't find the right opportunity to show the enemy with weakness, there would be only one way to go, that is, to run all the time, and escape until the guards were exhausted.

The fist bombarded more ferociously, and the golden-armored guard who had lost control lay quietly on the ground, his hands no longer struggling, a pair of godless and empty 'hole' eyes looked at him, his body became transparent little by little, and the power was constantly emanating from his body.

Kiss.

A crisp sound sounded from the golden armor guard's body, and Zhang Xiaohu's fist slammed through his body and hit the ground heavily, splashing countless fine rubble.

The guard, with that soft sound, turned into clouds of smoke and brilliance, quickly drifting around, blending into red and black, and even the golden helmets and armor that were knocked away also turned into nothingness with the sound.

Zhang Xiaohu sat down on the ground, gasped a few times hard, this time was not the time to rest, Zhang Xiaohu knew in his heart, when the qi and blood in his heart calmed down a little, his body shook, and he flew out of the deep 'hole'.

The power accumulated on the altar in the distance was already very terrifying, and Zhang Xiaohu didn't dare to let it continue, so he didn't dare to rest at all, and he beat the 'spirit' spirit and rushed straight away.

The stormy blow just now consumed a lot of strength, plus the previous battles, Zhang Xiaohu is almost the end of the crossbow now, but in front of him, there is only the last witch king left, and there is an altar that is accumulating strength and preparing to attack, Zhang Xiaohu still wants to fight, maybe, with more strength, everything will fall into his hands.

The old blood witch king calmly looked at Zhang Xiaohu who was rushing from the deep 'hole', and the crutches in his hand were slowly raised, everything was ready, just waiting for the opponent to send the 'door'.

With a hint of pride, he looked at his mansion from afar, in the deepest courtyard, his father, the old witch king who was struggling to survive, was making the corpse of the dead witch king into a 'essence' blood pill, and when everything was over, everything in this world, only the two of them were left to dominate.

At the moment when he saw the courtyard, his eyes were fixed, and a young 'girl' was walking out of the forbidden array of the courtyard with a little rabbit flying around.

The forbidden array was still open, but a crack had been broken on it, and between the paws of the little rabbit, there was a huge bright red pill containing supreme vitality and strength, and the continuous emitting light reflected the nearby bright red.

Xiang'er looked vigilantly in the direction of the altar, and just now, it seemed that a gaze was paying attention to her.

"Xiaobai, bring it to me"

Xiang'er reacted, shouted anxiously, and without waiting for the stunned Xiaobai to take it, a brisk step rushed up and snatched the 'essence' blood pill in his hand.

The gaze in the distance slowly receded, Xiang'er exhaled, her divine sense expanded, and what surprised her was that in the entire Witch King City, just after she entered the courtyard, there were two less Witch Kings, and now, only the one on the altar in the distance remained, that is to say, when Brother Xiaohu defeated this Witch King again, they could teleport away.

Under the cover of the night, Xiang'er took Xiaobai to quickly approach the past, and in the last battle, there may be something she can help.

Everyone was worshipping reverently, and no one even noticed the death of a witch king on the altar, let alone Xiang'er, who was running carefully through the ruins.

The Old Blood Witch King turned his gaze back, his eyes spewing with rage, and his body trembling with rage.

"Give Me Death"

The old blood witch king looked at Zhang Xiaohu who was rushing quickly, and finally couldn't hold back his loud roar.

The crutches clenched in his hand were raised high and pointed forward, the light bloomed from the head of the staff, and the runes on the altar were hooked together to form a large rune array, and the power was surging above the altar, and the sea of blood quickly transformed, rolling away towards Zhang Xiaohu.