A large number of people poured out of the gate, because there was no sense of consciousness, Zhang Xiaohu could only see that there was a black oppression in front of him.

First of all, there were two guards guarding the door, then a group of children playing at the door, and then there were the villagers, men and women, young and old, who were not of any class.

Zhang Xiaohu looked at it dumbfounded, completely at a loss, and stopped in the air in the middle of his steps for a while, if he wasn't a monk, this pause would definitely be a big fall.

The red Yunguang not only covered the villagers, but even the two of them did not let go, the moment they touched, the two of them felt their blood boiling, and their hearts welled up with the crazy thoughts of violence and murder, and their muscles began to tremble a little, and there was an urge to open their mouths and scream.

Fortunately, Zhang Xiaohu reacted in time, his strength flowed rapidly, his strength flashed on his body, enveloping his body, and the golden light and the red light kept colliding, not allowing it to continue to affect him, the exercises were running, and with a cool breath slowly flowing in his body, the thought gradually calmed down, and finally suppressed the strange thoughts.

Xiang'er next to her was also in a hurry, and beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, this Yunguang was too weird, fortunately, it was just a flash, otherwise, just relying on this strength, she couldn't isolate the immersion of Yunguang, just a trace of Yunguang entered the body, and she almost couldn't figure it out, if it was longer, Xiang'er didn't dare to think that she would be like those crazy villagers, falling into running and shouting.

The light entering the body was instantaneous, Xiang'er looked at the front in shock, and then turned her head to look at Zhang Xiaohu who was stupid next to her, covering her chest with her little hands, and secretly said lucky.

The crowd became crazy, I don't know if it was an illusion, those people's eyes seemed to be dyed a layer of red, their faces were distorted, their noses were spraying rough air, their mouths made a strange sound of 'ho ho', the green tendons on their arms burst out, waving indiscriminately, and after the light, their strength surged, and they ran in stride.

Maybe it was because the explosive power was not easy to master, maybe he tripped over a stone under his feet, a seven or eight-year-old boy suddenly stumbled while running, and after running a few steps and still couldn't balance, he finally fell heavily to the ground, but, from beginning to end, the boy's eyes looked at the two fiercely.

There was no exhalation, the boy still screamed from 'ho ho', propped up his upper body with both hands, and was about to get up and continue to pounce, not caring about the blood marks on his body.

A big foot fell in the back of his heart, stepping heavily on the boy's back, and the sound of brittle bones made Zhang Xiaohu's heart tighten.

How heavy are the steps of the monk in the runZhang Xiaohu knows deeply, if he doesn't lift his breath, then every step he takes is a big pit, the strength of these villagers is not strong, and the strength under his feet is far from catching up with him, but in the same way, it is just the power that bursts out by the stimulation of Yunguang, and he has not tempered his body for them, so even if the strength is small, where can he withstand it.

The big foot fell, the boy's mouth opened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out more than two feet away, and as the soles of his feet moved away, he saw that all the trampling places collapsed, as if all the internal organs were squeezed to his chest, and he could even feel that no matter how heavy the footsteps were, the internal organs would be stepped on directly.

The crowd swarmed and did not avoid it because someone had fallen in front of them, and all of them had red eyes in their eyes, and no one looked down at all, let alone picked up the boy who had fallen to the ground.

It was just a momentary effort, Zhang Xiaohu watched dumbfounded, and after the crowd ran over, only a puddle of flesh and mud plasma was left on the ground, and those villagers were stained with meat mud under their feet, and they were hit by the bloody gas, and they looked even more crazy.

The most terrifying thing is that Zhang Xiaohu never saw the boy shout from beginning to end, but he just let out a strange 'ho-ho' cry from his mouth, that is, he was trampled into a pulp, and before he died, he kept watching the two of them with his cold and violent eyes, and the hands that were supported on the ground were trying to support his body and want to get up before they were trampled off.

"Let's go, let's go"

Zhang Xiaohu can't look at it anymore, these are no longer human, and he can't control his mentality if he stays any longer.

Holding the blood-colored Xiang'er with one hand, he quickly turned around and left, at this time, there were black crowds of people in all directions, and the crowd of people pouring out of the gate was rapidly surrounding, and he was about to converge with the crowd behind him, and if he didn't leave, he might not have time to escape.

The arrow feathers in the sky kept falling, Zhang Xiaohu didn't dare to be careless, he ran away with Xiang'er in his left hand, and the spear in his right hand danced, pushing the arrow feathers away one by one, his heart was full of depression.

The arrows are made of unknown what they are made of, they look extremely sharp, with a hint of cold light, and they shoot over and make a sneering sound of breaking the air, especially the few guards who are in the lead with the strength of the God Refining Period, and the feather arrows shot out have a terrifying power, and when they are blocked, they make his spear vibrate, far exceeding the strength of ordinary God Refining Monks.

There are strange screams of 'ho ho' all over the mountains, people are surging in all directions, and in the rain of arrows under black pressure, Zhang Xiaohu pulled away the long arrow and ran away with Xiang'er, but, without the power to fly, his strength was suppressed in his body, and his steps couldn't get up fast, plus he just watched the boy being trampled, and he started slowly for a few breaths, and when the two of them fled, the place where they closed gradually closed, and finally, there was no way to live.

Zhang Xiaohu stopped, put the gun in front of him, looked around at the crowd, even if it was estimated in front of him, there were at least two or three thousand villagers, and there were only a few strong young people, most of them were old, weak, sick and disabled, and women, girls and children accounted for a huge weight.

"Brother Xiaohu, what should I do?"

Xiang'er pulled out the sword with her backhand, looked at Zhang Xiaohu nervously, Xiaobai in her arms was very excited, poked her head out of Xiang'er's arms, her ears were pricked up, her red eyes widened and she looked at the crowd around her, and her two little claws unconsciously hooked, as if it also wanted to go out to fight.

"What else can I do?

Zhang Xiaohu frowned, let go of Xiang'er's hand, strode towards the strongest guards, took two steps, and suddenly turned around and shouted, "Remember, don't show mercy to your subordinates"

A guard rushed forward with a sledgehammer in his hand, and threw it at him before he could get close.

The strong wind howled, the chain behind the sledgehammer made a jingle bell collision sound, the speed was amazingly fast, Zhang Xiaohu's spear stabbed quickly, the tip of the gun was under the sledgehammer, the wrist turned, gently picked, the gun body sank and bent, and then quickly bounced, the sledgehammer turned around and flew straight into the sky.

A big man beside him, naked and naked, revealing a piece of black chest hair, 'ho ho' screamed and pounced, clenched a nine-ring machete with both hands, jingled, jumped into the air and slashed down, the knife light was like electricity, and he came to Zhang Xiaohu in an instant.

Zhang Xiaohu was on one side, dodging the knife light, and the tail of the gun was retracted and picked up, colliding with the machete.

While.

The machete rose in response, the big man was full of blood, and the huge power was used in waves, and the big man who fell into a state of madness didn't seem to feel the pain, and his hands held the handle tightly and did not let go, and the whole person turned over and threw it backwards together with the machete.

A few people suddenly came from the left and right, the spears in their hands stabbed, the spear shadows were heavy, the cold light of the spearhead flickered, and the strong wind sneered, caging Zhang Xiaohu inside.

Zhang Xiaohu lunged forward, holding the spear horizontally with both hands, the shadow of the spear disappeared in an instant, one by one the spearheads were broken and flew into the sky, five or six big men stepped backwards, holding a half-truncated spear in their hands, and blood flowed in their hands.

With just a face, the most powerful people were beaten back by him separately, even a genuine god refining cultivator couldn't block his blow, not to mention these villagers who had such strength inspired by that red light.

However, as these people retreated, the crowd behind them gradually arrived, Zhang Xiaohu looked around with a gun, there were blood-red eyes all over the world, and the strange sound of 'ho ho' occupied everything, and the villagers rushed frantically, and many of them didn't even hold a blade in their hands, but rushed up with their bare hands, their hands wide open, and they bit Zhang Xiaohu with their mouths open.

Blood splashed, Zhang Xiaohu's spear shook, thousands of starlight flew out, a villager rushed over, but was pierced in the forehead by a shot, his brain was cracked, the red light in his eyes was dim, and his body fell down with a shake, and another villager bumped into the dead and opened his mouth to come, but when he ran halfway, he fell to the ground softly, with several holes in his chest, and blood flowed all over the ground.

The crowd fell one after another, and in an instant, a mountain of corpses formed around him.

The blood kept flowing, the ground became sticky, and the smell of blood from the sky irritated the crazy villagers even more, and the crowd was like a tide, huddled together.

Thorn thorn thorn.

Zhang Xiaohu kept shaking the spear, and the villagers who rushed to the ground one by one fell to the ground, at this moment, he didn't dare to show mercy at all, even if the other party was unarmed, as long as he dared to step forward, he would solve it with one shot, but even so, none of the villagers retreated, the tide became violent, the safety zone was shrinking little by little, and gradually, the spear was a little difficult to deploy.

A white light in the sky continued to whirl, Xiaobai spread his wings and turned into a big rabbit, a pair of claws kept grabbing the villagers, flying high and far away after letting go and dropping, just like dumplings, the red-eyed villagers were swished down by the red-eyed rabbit, no one screamed, just looked at it fiercely with those cold eyes, even if it fell into a pulp, it never left.

Xiang'er didn't dare to stay, she walked while fighting, the fireball thunder in her hand kept spraying outward, the roar on the wilderness kept ringing, and the stumps and broken arms were everywhere, and the situation was much more tragic than Zhang Xiaohu's side.

There were too many people, and if she stood still, she was afraid that she would be overwhelmed by the crowd in an instant, and she didn't want to be stained with blood all over her body after dancing the sword light.