The knife, held in his hand, his gaze was still so cold, although he had almost no strength to fight, but Xiang'er didn't intend to give up just like that, insist, insist, perhaps, there was still a chance to win, just like just now, no one could have imagined that just by paying these few injuries, he would quickly kill one of the two.

The monk on the opposite side, the expression on his face changed again and again, the long knife in his hand kept flying, and a ball of knife light protected himself tightly, and when he saw Xiang'er raise the knife, the monk was ruthless, revealing a hideous color, and shouted, and a knife light attacked.

Xiang'er tightened the long knife in her hand, and the last trace of strength poured in, flooding with a thin layer of knife, but she didn't swing it, but just took a step forward.

The flying sword hovering above his head, with a whoosh, blocked in front of the sword light, and Xiaobai behind him also threw down the monk's body in his mouth, with a mouth full of flesh and blood, bared his teeth, and followed Xiang'er to force up, just waiting for Xiang'er to look at him, and he was ready to attack.

It's just that the expected impact sound didn't appear, the sword light suddenly disappeared, and the flying sword was separated by air, and it couldn't stop its force and shot into the air.

The monk didn't know that Xiang'er was already at the end of the crossbow, and when the flying sword swept up and she took a step forward, she suddenly turned around, took several vertical steps in a row, and escaped without a trace.

What is a divine walk, what is a scud, what is called coming and going without a trace, this is a model, the figure of the monk, just flashed a few times on the snow, it was like a black dot, and in a blink of an eye, it disappeared in sight, that is, to expand the divine sense, this person, also left a few miles, and did not know what exercises, too fast, so fast that Xiang'er thought that she was dazzled.

With a sigh of relief, Xiang'er lost her strength, and as soon as her legs became weak, she fell to the ground, and the wounds on her body were still bleeding, and a large amount of blood loss made her face extremely pale.

took a small jade bottle and held it in her hand, Xiang'er pulled out the cork and poured the spiritual liquid into her mouth, while looking at the sky and thinking quickly, whether to use the cold star crossbow or the small ion cannon brought by the waste star? As for drinking the spiritual liquid, you need to meditate to perfectly absorb the medicinal liquid, but Xiang'er ignored it, and there is no need to cure it, as long as you can temporarily curb the injury and replenish some strength, the injury, you can talk about it later, Brother Xiaohu, I really can't wait.

The power of the Cold Star Crossbow is huge, even if it is a god refining cultivator, it is difficult to dodge, but the problem is that several people in the sky are fighting with each other, how can this arrow not hurt Brother Xiaohu?

As for the small ion cannon, the power is average, it is okay for the cultivators of the Upper Refining Dirty Period, but for the Great Cultivators of the Upper Refining God, it is estimated that it will not explode, and it may not even be able to break it.

The brain just turned, and it was decided immediately, it was the ion cannon, if one shot didn't work, then ten shots and a hundred shots, don't blow him up, as long as you can fix him and give Brother Xiaohu a chance.

Two ion cannons appeared in his hand in an instant, and when his fingers pressed lightly, the muzzle of the cannon gathered a trace of blue light, and the ion cannon began to gather energy rapidly.

If a mortal uses it, there are two matching helmets, as long as you wear it, what your eyes see, the ion cannon will automatically move and lock on to the target, as long as you press the button, everything is fully automatic, however, Xiang'er has a divine sense, she can't use this thing at all, she threw it away as early as the waste star, the helmet, where is the divine sense easy to use.

The ion cannon makes a dripping sound, indicating that the charge has been completed, and the muzzle of the cannon glows with a faint blue light, which looks very beautiful.

Xiang'er swept the sky with his divine sense, and firmly locked the most powerful one, at this time, the ion cannon muzzle in his hand was raised, if it was early, the other party would be vigilant, and at this stage, as long as there was danger, there would be an early warning in their hearts.

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There is no way to avoid it, maybe it was a waste of time to pick up the long knife just now, maybe the other party's speed was already extremely fast, Zhang Xiaohu shook the spear and walked towards the Xuanhua big axe.

A thunderous crash sounded in mid-air, and the falling snowflakes were swept away by the raging force, and within a mile or two, they were empty and clean, as if the snow had stopped.

His left hand was covered with blood, and the tiger's mouth was cracked by shock, if it weren't for the agility of his hands and feet, his right hand stretched back and grabbed the spear, just now, he would have been defenseless.

However, the price of catching the spear is that the body is carried back by the power attached to the spear, kicking and kicking, stepping on the void is about to crack, and retreating more than 20 steps, this is the power to be removed, the person is standing firm, but the qi and blood on the body are still churning, and the arms are almost numb.

Zhang Xiaohu was shocked, this is the attack of demon beasts? One is stronger than the other, and it doesn't let people live.

The monk on the opposite side was an old man, with a face full of horizontal flesh, a half-foot-long beard, fluttering in the wind without stopping, and the clothes on his upper body were shattered by the force that spread out just now, revealing the thick muscles inside, just the arms, which were as thick as the waist of mortals, and the large bulging muscles were extremely strong, which bit looked like an old man.

Although his body was thick and powerful, and he took the initiative to attack, but this time, he didn't please him, his body retreated more than ten steps back, gasping for breath, for the time being, he had no ability to attack again.

He had no strength, but he was not the only one who came.

A black shadow came out behind the old man, with a short figure, thick eyebrows and big eyes, two melon hammers in his hands, one in front and one behind, one left and one right, according to Zhang Xiaohu to fight, this timing was just right, it was Zhang Xiaohu's old power dissipated, the new force was not gathered, and a mouthful of turbid air in his mouth had not been spit out, and the strong wind had already blown on his face.

Zhang Xiaohu roared, his strength was endlessly churning, his qi and blood were stronger than ever, and his arms, with this roar, became thick again, almost close to the thickness of the old man's arm, but it was still a little worse.

If you don't work hard, you won't have a chance, Zhang Xiaohu knows that this time, I'm afraid it will be the most difficult level for him, that is, it was not so difficult to face the resurrected witch back then.

With a puff of the spear in his hand, one circle after another was drawn, and if he couldn't fight hard, if he continued to fight, it would be a dead end.

Zhang Xiaohu has a realization, what can play a role in dealing with this monk of Great Xia can only be the flow of skills, the flow of power that he admired before, here, is no longer popular, and the strength he is proud of is not worth mentioning at all in front of these humanoid demon beasts.

The repeated fights, as well as the secret method that Miao Wei handed over and was returned back by him, let him know how amazing the exercises he learned were, along the way, not only the more injured he became, the faster he advanced, but also the power was amazing, it can be seen from Xiang'er, but, when he arrived in this Great Xia country where the aura was almost condensed into mist, all of this was no longer his strong point, perhaps, staying here for a while, his strength would still increase greatly, but now, he could only rely on skills.

Fortunately, when he was in the Shuangri Continent, not only did he gain the inheritance in the Cloud Forest, but also the countless books in the Zhang Family Library Pavilion, the gifts left to him by the two power witches, and the perception by the Five Finger Lake, all of this was his true essence.

One circle after another blocked the way of the double hammer, and the two violent blows were firmly set out by the circle, and the momentum continued to weaken.

The strength in the dwarf dun's hand continued to pour in, and the melon hammer shattered a circle, breaking free from the stirring airflow, but another circle was born in front of him, broken and coming, breaking and coming, as if there was no end.

But Dwarf Dun didn't care, any skill was a scum in front of enough strength.

yelled, the strength in the body burst out again, a brute force, injected into the double hammer along the arm, and the circle that could still entangle the melon hammer for a moment just now was like a soap bubble, bursting one by one, and the double hammer, without any obstruction, hit Zhang Xiaohu in front of the door.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't expect that one that could withstand the double hammer, all he wanted was respite.

Taking a deep breath, the strength finally flowed, and the churning power converged into a great river, and wave after wave poured into the spear, and the spear head once again erupted with thunder and lightning, attracted by the double hammer, divided into two strands, and wrapped around the body of the dwarf monk.

The spear is as fast as lightning, piercing straight into the opponent's chest, this thunder can only temporarily block the opponent, and it must be killed before the opponent recovers, otherwise, the two of them surround together, I'm afraid the skills will not be of much use.

At this time, the dwarf monk was shocked by the thunder, his soul had been dispersed, his whole body was stiff and immobile, there was no way to dodge, and he watched the spear stab, and the cold light on the tip of the spear had already stimulated a blood bead on his chest.

Zhang Xiaohu showed a hint of joy on his face, he didn't expect that he would easily kill one, now it's okay, no need to be in one against two, although that one is more difficult to deal with than this, but, at least one less, the chance is more than twice as big.

But he forgot that the other party was not alone, and there was an old monk who was wheezing behind him, and he was not stiff and unable to move.

The old monk silently pounced, and with a blow to his shoulder, he knocked the dwarf pier away, just in time to dodge the inevitable shot.

The Xuanhua big axe in his hand slashed down against the body of the gun, it was fast and ruthless, and when Zhang Xiaohu reacted, the dwarf dun had disappeared in front of him, and the axe blade was less than two feet away from the palm of his hand.

Retreating, he couldn't avoid the pursuit of the big axe, Zhang Xiaohu suddenly let go of his hands, gave up the spear, kicked his feet, and pounced on the old monk.

If you can't hide, then let's fight, see if you change your moves quickly or if I change your moves quickly.

The five fingers are like hooks, and they are grabbed by the neck.

The old monk raised his arm and blocked it in front of his neck, and at the same time bent his right leg and hit it with one knee, which was a good idea to exchange injuries for injuries, two against one, if you dare to catch it again, I will dare to exchange with you.