Guns, constantly stabbing out.

Under the sky, a little dazzling starlight flickered and jumped, corresponding to the sea of stars in the sky.

Zhang Xiaohu is also very helpless at this time, as long as there is a shot, he can stab Xia a little bit, and he doesn't want to hurt him, as long as he can slow down, he will have endless means to continue to exert it, but now, he knows that it is useless, and he must keep stabbing out, because he knows that just like him just now, Xia has a chance to breathe, and he can stabilize the injury and start over.

The thunder exploded below, the lightning was raging, and the flames were raging, but the two of them were not distracted for a moment.

In the summer, when his subordinates died, he might as well take it to heart, but Zhang Xiaohu had confidence in Xiang'er and was not worried that anyone would hurt her at all.

The thunderbolt was stimulated by the force, and it continued to erupt outward, hitting the summer little by little, and pieces of scorched black covered his body, layer by layer.

It's a pity, Zhang Xiaohu sighed in his heart.

This thunderstorm is just a small remnant of the Jiaohuang tribulation, at this time the summer is prepared, this thunder can't play a deterrent role, but just makes him sad somewhat.

It seems that we will have to find a way to get some more thunderstorms in the future.

Everyone else is still thinking of ways to avoid the thunderstorm, but Zhang Xiaohu is worried in his heart, I don't know if he is stupid and doesn't know how powerful, or if he is bold and doesn't take it to heart.

The spear was still piercing out, and Summer finally felt a little powerless, and the power that had just burst out was exhausted in the impact again and again.

The attack of the tip of this spear is light and heavy, erratic, when you block hard, it is light and fluttering like a feather, so that people can't help but spit out blood, and when you put your strength down, it is as heavy as a mountain, and you are caught off guard.

Summer almost used all his energy to deal with it, and he couldn't care about the injuries to his arms and ribs, and the blood was not smooth, so that he couldn't use all his strength, and as the attack prolonged, this feeling became more and more obvious.

The thunder crackled and exploded, and the nine-ring machete in his hand became heavy again, and several times in a row, the tip of the spear almost broke through the defense line of the knife light, if it wasn't for the summer to bite the tip of the tongue hard, in exchange for a trace of spiritual qi and blood, it would not be possible to dodge.

It's over, it looks like I'm going to die here today.

There was a sad look in Summer's eyes, but it was only for a moment, and then it disappeared without a trace.

A dignified cultivator, who has not experienced any storms, even if he is dead, how can he show his childly appearance, which makes people laugh.

Summer didn't wait to be exhausted, and suddenly roared, regardless of the sharp spear head, and pounced forward.

Poof.

The head of the gun sank into Xia's body without any barrier, and as he continued to pounce forward, he instantly approached Zhang Xiaohu.

"Die"

Regardless of the spear that penetrated his body, Summer jumped forward with all his might, and the nine-ring machete in his hand was raised, and a dazzling sword light lit up the entire sky.

With his unwillingness, with his anger, and with the glory of his god cultivator, Summer slashed out the most wonderful sword in his life.

The light of the sword tore through the sky and illuminated the clouds, faster than the thunder, more gorgeous than the rainbow.

"It turns out that the sword light can be so beautiful"

Summer muttered, swinging this knife, his life has come to an end, whether the knife light has cut off the opponent, he has no time to care, only the beautiful and dazzling knife in his eyes, watching it bloom in the air.

The eyes slowly closed, the palm of the hand was no longer able to hold the machete, after the slash, the nine-ring machete also completed its mission, as if knowing that the master had disappeared, the machete let out a mournful roar, and fell from the sky with a whirl.

A fist-sized hole in the chest in the summer, a pair pierced, able to see the clouds opposite.

The tip of the spear passed through the middle of the heart, and the thunder and fire combined with the strength completely shattered the internal organs, leaving only an empty body, which remained in place, but it only lasted for a while, and when the residual power in the body dissipated, the body was planted from the sky.

Zhang Xiaohu stood far away in the air, so embarrassed that he was extremely embarrassed, there was no trace of victory on his face, and he was full of fear and happiness.

The treasure clothes worn on the outside have become strips of cloth at this time, and they are barely hanging on their bodies.

The underwear refined by Jiaohuang's skin, with white marks on it, if it weren't for the activation of the runes entered by Xiang'er, which flickered with spiritual light to protect Zhang Xiaohu, just by relying on Jiaohuang's Jiao skin, I am afraid that I would not be able to resist this dazzling knife.

Unlike the injury caused by the previous knife, it was only caused by a huge force impact, but the Jiaopi showed no signs of being broken at all, but this knife could completely cut the Jiaopi and disembowel Zhang Xiaohu.

On the arms, where there is no underwear protection, there are deep blood mouths everywhere, muscles keep squirming, desperately blocking the flow of blood, but although the knife light dissipates, the power is still remaining, and the strength keeps flashing, but there is no way to drive the power away, the wound that is soaked in power can only be combined with the peristalsis of the muscles, and if you want to heal, you can't do it for a while, only if the power is driven away, the wound can be healed.

The skin vibrated slightly, and the residual blood covering it was shaken, turning into powder and drifting away with the wind.

Zhang Xiaohu ripped off the broken treasure clothes, looked at his embarrassed appearance with a wry smile, and sighed.

How powerful the cultivators in the refining period are, they are all princes when they go out, not to mention the feudal marquis, at least they are also the county guards of prosperous and wealthy places, and Li Kuan has become a county guard in the later stage of refining, although it is remote, it is also above 10,000 people.

Just lost his life, it can be seen how difficult this monk's road is, either you kill me or I will kill you, you can fight to the death for resources, not to mention that the monk did not jump out of the stone, everyone has relatives and friends, maybe he will die on this road of revenge, just like this summer.

Zhang Xiaohu calmed down and slowly descended.

...

The spear is one zhang long, dancing out, and the surrounding two zhang are all Xiang'er's territory, and the four follow all kinds of conflicts, but they can never attack.

However, the followers were not in a hurry, and from afar, there was the commander who pulled the bow and stringed and looked at this side, ready to give Xiang'er a fatal blow at any time.

A sledgehammer, a pair of copper maces, and two big knives kept falling around Xiang'er, dingding, and the sound of weapons hitting was continuous.

The flying sword was suspended above her head, and Xiang'er didn't use it, just relying on the spear in her hand to steadily block the four people out.

The gun is like a dragon going out to sea, flapping and leaping, sometimes clever, sometimes hard, feminine and masculine, Xiang'er is more and more skillful, as if the arm is extended.

What Xiang'er really likes is swords, but Brother Xiaohu likes guns, and Xiang'er naturally follows and practices, compared to Brother Xiaohu, it is far from enough, but it is not a problem to deal with these followers, if it weren't for four to one, Xiang'er would have taken them down a long time ago.

Following Jia's eyes, he suddenly threw the hammer in his hand and went straight to Xiang'er's door.

The follower next to him got the information, and the copper gong in his hand danced into a bright light, protecting the surroundings of the follower A.

Xiang'er frowned, made two moves, repelled the two following behind her, and then sent the tip of the spear forward, lifting the hammer high.

At this moment, the commander in the distance finally got a chance, and at the moment when Xiang'er picked up the heavy hammer and was sluggish, with a whoosh, the feather arrow pierced through time and space, faster than the electric light, silently passing through the gap between following A and following B.

If it were ordinary people, this arrow would never be able to dodge, but what they encountered was Xiang'er, the divine sense of the qi practitioner, who had already seen the commander's every move clearly, and there was a clever cover with two followers, but here was to grasp the opportunity, the tip of the spear, and at the same time as the hammer flew into the sky, Xiang'er's body twisted and retreated obliquely.

The feather arrow flashed away, and if Xiang'er was still standing in place, she would definitely not be able to dodge.

Following the trajectory of the feather arrow, Xiang'er rushed straight to the two holding big knives behind her, and the two in front of her had already supported each other, wanting to attack, they would not be able to get their hands for a while, it was better to rush at these two, you must know that they also need to dodge this arrow, even if they know that it is not aimed at themselves, but human instinct will still let them have a dodge action.

Taking advantage of the two of them to dodge, Xiang'er shook the barrel of the gun, and the two spear flowers attacked the two of them, just stabbing at the place where the two of them were dodging, it looked like the two of them hit the tip of the gun by themselves, and it was not so exciting one minute earlier or one minute later.

Following C's lazy donkey rolling, he dodged in embarrassment, but his ribs were red.

It was not so good to follow Ding, the arrow was more in his direction, forcing him to jump away, and the person was still in mid-air, and the spear flower had already chased in front of him.

When the follower Ding saw the spear flashing, he only had time to twist his neck hard, dodging most of it, and the sharp spear head cut a small half of his neck effortlessly, and the blood was like a fountain, shooting straight out.

The commander in the distance couldn't shoot an arrow, he reached out to the quiver behind his back, and the three feather arrows fell into his hand, half-squinted, and shot out like beads, almost the arrow was next to the tail of the arrow in front of him, and it was behind Xiang'er in an instant.

It's a good fragrance, and he doesn't have to look back, his consciousness is swept away, he can see it clearly, and he follows Ding by attacking, blocking the sight of that guy tightly, and when the feather arrow reaches the back less than one meter away, he twists his delicate body and dodges dangerously.

Following Ding Gang just guarded the heavy injury, his mind was lost, and while waving the big knife in his hand indiscriminately, it seemed to be retreating, who knew that this Xiang'er suddenly smiled at him strangely, her delicate body writhed, and from behind her, three feather arrows flew out.

The distance was less than two meters, and the man's movement had been completed, and he couldn't change it at all, and he watched the arrow shoot at him.

The first arrow reluctantly moved the big knife in his hand, but was directly knocked away from his hand, the second arrow couldn't even be blocked, directly through the chest, the third arrow was nailed to the front door, followed Ding Yan to the commander's side, his mouth opened slightly, and with a bang, he fell to the ground.