The witch fist roared, setting off gusts of wind that blew away the jade runes embedded in the ground.

The black mist rolled and howled inside his fist, and the terrible sound pierced people's ears.

Zhang Xiaohu raised his head suddenly, and if he pretended to be dead at this time, he would be the one who died.

Turning his waist, the spear swung around and slammed into his fist.

Breaking with force, this is Zhang Xiaohu's consistent style of play.

Thundered.

The wind was raging, the formation was obscured by smoke and dust, and the rubble flew everywhere like bullets.

At the moment of collision, the whole world seemed to stand still, fist against the spear, motionless.

In the blink of an eye, the shockwave exploded and quickly spread to all sides, and even the Spirit Witch King on the altar was swaying in the shockwave, standing unsteadily.

Zhang Xiaohu smiled slightly, compared to strength, in this world, he has not been afraid of anyone, and if there are any other tricks, use them all.

At this moment, a black smoke rushed out of the magic fist that was exploded by the spear, gathered into a fist, and continued to hit Zhang Xiaohu.

The spear can't be stopped, the strength can't be stopped, and the qi and blood can't be stopped.

The black fist with a terrible sound hit Zhang Xiaohu's chest silently, and then shattered and dissipated in the wind.

Zhang Xiaohu was caught off guard, when the black smoke entered the crutch, it was just when he pretended to be dead and bowed his head not to look, the invisible soul did not have much reaction in perception, plus the attention was focused on the Spirit Witch King at that time, and he didn't understand at all that this attack was mixed with this move.

Thundered.

This sound sounded in my heart and in my soul.

Zhang Xiaohu kept the smashing action unchanged, but on his back, he vaguely saw a figure, beaten back by the black fist.

It was the original god who was beaten out of the body.

At that moment, Zhang Xiaohu suddenly saw a person in front of him who was exactly the same as him, holding a spear in both hands, standing there sluggishly.

Yuan Shen kept leaning back, and in the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared, the black clouds in the sky rolled, and the grimaces looked at him with a strange smile.

Sou.

It was as if there was a spring in the body, and the original spirit suddenly returned to the body.

Zhang Xiaohu was in a trance for a while, and this time, he couldn't react to the situation at all.

The Spirit Witch King's eyelids jumped, block, I think you can block a few times.

He didn't expect that after so many blows from Ripple, this Zhang Xiaohu still pretended to be injured, fortunately he was not a melee witch like Liwu, otherwise he would have been caught off guard by this guy's big brother when he walked in front of him.

However, I'm afraid this punch is not comfortable.

The Spirit Witch King laughed strangely, and the crutch in his hand was pointed out again, once, twice, three times, until he was exhausted, the Spirit Witch King stopped the movement in his hand, watched quietly, and waited for the other party's Yuan Shen to be knocked out of his body.

The primordial spirit is not a soul, just like the primordial infant in the body of the qi practitioner, usually nourished in the body, and provides a huge amount of power when fighting, but there is no ability to break away from the body, just like the great witch of Shuangri, the primordial god who broke away, if he does not find the body as soon as possible, there is only one way to go.

This is the plan of the Spirit Witch King, to fight the Yuan Shen, and then destroy Zhang Xiaohu's body, so that he has no way out, except for dissipation, he can only be devoured, without the support of the body, the Yuan Shen is nothing, as long as the law is obtained, cats and dogs can bully it.

Xiang'er also trusted her little brother's ability too much, turned her head and walked towards the mortal crowd, without carefully looking at Zhang Xiaohu's condition at this time, if she knew that it would be so sinister, she probably cried and shouted, and rushed over to help.

If Zhang Xiaohu hadn't been tempered by the ripples for a round of Yuan Shen just now, this time, I'm afraid that the Yuan Shen would have been beaten out of his body.

A drink and a peck, without just now, there is no now.

No pain, no gain.

The pain of refining the primordial god is not worth mentioning at all compared to the current danger of being knocked out of the body.

Zhang Xiaohu suddenly returned to his body, his eyes were still Venus, his ears were roaring, and a magic fist hit him again.

There was no time to meet the attack, and at this time both hands were still stiffly stretched forward.

Reluctantly holding the spear across his chest, this is the only thing he can do now.

Zhang Xiaohu's strength turned sharply, his strength continued to converge in front of his arms and chest, and his left foot pushed back half a step.

The magic fist instantly struck the spear, and the huge force continued to attack, like waves of giant wolves.

Zhang Xiaohu tried his best to keep his movements, his body was pushed back more than a meter, a deep mark appeared on the ground, and the soles of his feet were rubbed into green smoke.

The fist finally dispersed, but the black fist inside flew out again and hit the chest lightly.

There was no way to resist, Zhang Xiaohu's eyes flickered, and the Yuan Shen was beaten out again.

The black clouds in the sky were still rolling, and the ghosts inside were grinning like grinning.

Sou.

This time it bounced back into the body, compared to the last time, it was less than a thousandth faster, and if it wasn't for the strength of the Yuan Shen, there would be no difference between the two at all.

It was only the second time, and Zhang Xiaohu had already developed patience for this attack.

The same Venus in front of him swirled, his ears still roaring, and the third fist struck with a whistling blow, not giving people a chance to breathe at all.

Block, if you can't stop it, you have to block it.

With his arms exerting his strength, the spear was crossed in front of his chest, and he resisted the incoming fist.

The howling wind blew his hair back up, his clothes whirred, and the person quickly retreated, this time five or six meters more than the punch just now.

The spear pressed against his chest, causing him a faint pain in the chest, continuous blows, and passive defense, so that he could not exert his strength at all, and could only be beaten.

The black clouds are still the same black clouds, and the ghost faces are still those ghost faces.

Zhang Xiaohu was stunned, as if, this time, until the end, the back of his head was in his eyes.

It's great, even if he returns to his body, Zhang Xiaohu still can't stop being excited.

This means that it is not far off to completely resist the black fist.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, the ribs in his chest had long been broken, and the distance from the altar had increased by dozens of meters compared to the original, but all this, at this moment, began to improve.

"Come on"

Zhang Xiaohu roared angrily, his qi and blood rose infinitely, soaring straight into the sky, and the strength was crazy in his body, like a wild wolf.

The magic fist struck at a rapid pace, with a howling wind.

Zhang Xiaohu swung his arms, the spear turned, and for the first time, he rushed in front of his fist and smashed it out.

Thundered.

A violent storm arose, the shock wave was raging here, the formation had been completely destroyed, it was a temporary formation, where could the teleportation array be so strong, several collisions in a row, and finally broke it up, pieces of jade fluttered in the air, shattered in the shock wave, carried by the strong wind, and shot to all corners.

The black fist flew out of the shattered witch fist, shaking and pounced on Zhang Xiaohu, silently and gently fluttering.

Zhang Xiaohu let out a low snort, lowered his head, and slammed into the fist.

Since the spear can't be stopped, the strength can't be blocked, and the qi and blood can't be blocked, then it can't be blocked.

The fist collided with the body in an instant, vibrating, and extending outward from the place of contact.

The primordial spirit swung outward, inevitably striking out of the body.

On the altar, the Spirit Witch King had a fierce light in his eyes, pressed his cane with his hand, and just waited for the winner to be decided, and he wanted to take down Zhang Xiaohu Yuanshen and send wine in one fell swoop.

Zhang Xiaohu roared loudly, although Yuan Shen couldn't make a sound, he could see his appearance of opening his mouth and shouting hard.

Yuan Shen just stopped halfway out, on one side of the Yuan Shen detachment, on the other side of the black fist on the chest.

Persistence, persistence.

Zhang Xiaohu kept shouting in his heart, his kung fu turned faster and faster, and there was a faint light on the Yuan Shen.

"Ha ......"

Zhang Xiaohu shouted hard, and the huge shock wave shattered the fist on his chest in an instant.

Staring at the Spirit Witch King on the altar, Zhang Xiaohu shook his arms, stretched out his spear, rose up, and stabbed it with one shot.

I played so well just now, and now it's my turn.

Zhang Xiaohu is holding his stomach, from the beginning of the battle to the present, but he has been beaten, even if there are only a few times that the Spirit Witch King bleeds, it is far away, just a few light blows that are not painful, and there is no addiction at all.

"Not good"

At the same time, the Spirit Witch King was horrified to find that the invincible fist was actually pushed back by Zhang Xiaohu, and the Yuan Shen was not beaten out of his body.

I can't care about what to swallow anymore, where is it important to have a small life when I advance, for people like them who have lived for a hundred thousand years and have long become essences, living is the most important thing, as for promotion, a lot of mortal essence can be absorbed, not inferior to Zhang Xiaohu.

The Spirit Witch King jumped to his feet and was about to flee into the distance.

In mid-air, I began to curse in my heart, I want to open an altar in this wilderness, and provoke anyone, as for the fight for my life when I come?

The things he started thinking about were all left behind by him, and for a moment, he remembered the group of witch kings in the Witch King City, if they weren't useless, where would this little princess escape here, if she didn't come here, there would be no today, and the disciple would not die, and he wouldn't have to run away in embarrassment.

"Where to go"

Zhang Xiaohu shouted, his arm flicked, and the spear was like a flying sword, turning into a streamer, which came in an instant, passing through the chest of the spirit witch queen and nailing it in mid-air.

"Too much deception"

The Spirit Witch King scolded angrily, and struggled to pull the spear out of his body, and in the corner of his eye, Zhang Xiaohu was hurrying over, and if he didn't leave, he might not be able to leave.

Blood splashed in the air, as beautiful as words, but the Spirit Witch King was not in the mood to look at him, it was his own blood, and a glance made him can't help but stop and scold.

"Wait, I'll be back"

"Ah......h

As soon as the sound in front fell, Zhang Xiaohu rushed to his side, and he was never vague about the speed.