With the sword in hand, do not retreat but advance.

Xiang'er screamed, and moved forward with her sword, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the heart of Yan Biao's fist.

Yan Biao didn't care at all, there was no treasure light circulation, at first glance, it was a piece of iron, what was there to worry about, it was the small sword that flew around, and it was not a piece of it that would be caught.

The fist whistled away with a strong wind, and he would break the sword, and the man who fought with the sword behind him, to pieces.

If you can't kill the devil, then take a little interest, the hatred in Biao's heart is monstrous, if it is not an emergency, where would he like to understand with such a punch, according to his thoughts, a thousand knives, it is difficult to solve the hatred in his heart.

Kerala.

The sound sounded, the posture of Yan Biao remained unchanged, and the fist continued to move forward, but the sound seemed to be a little strange, shouldn't it be a crisp sound like 'ding' or 'dang'?

I was still thinking strangely here, but over there, a sharp pain suddenly came from my hand.

The corners of his eyes swept over, and he was suddenly shocked.

The sword, which was thought to be easily shattered, is now piercing through the fist, stabbing the bones of the hand to pieces, and then all the way up, straight to the heart.

Blood splashed, flesh and bone were broken, and the fist and arm, which were tempered harder than steel, were like mud under the sword, and everywhere they went, the skin and flesh were separated, and the bones were shattered, and there was not even a trace of the ability to resist, and the tip of the sword was less than half a foot away from the heart.

It's also that the speed of Biao is too fast, the two of them are walking opposite each other, speeding up, at this time, even if they want to avoid it, there is nowhere to avoid it.

Just in an instant, Yan Biao figured it out, the body that was about to dodge just now remained untouched, and his left hand circled, and he was about to exchange his life for his life.

Since you can't dodge, let's compare your guts, your sword can kill me, but my fist is not vegetarian, it can also kill you.

Of course, what Yan Biao hopes most in his heart is that the girl dodges away, so that both parties can escape.

It's just that he didn't know that Xiang'er used to be timid and afraid of death, but since Li Yunlong died to save her, since he followed Zhang Xiaohu to the north and south, he has already changed his personality, don't look at the usual coquettish and cute behind Zhang Xiaohu, like a little daughter, that is against the person she likes, on the battlefield, Xiang'er has learned enough from her little tiger brother.

Isn't this kind of thing supposed to be done by her to exchange injuries for injuries? When did this god refining monk also learn it? Could it be that he secretly learned Brother Xiaohu's exercises, and the more seriously he was injured, the faster he would be promoted?

"Shem"

Zhang Xiaohu saw it from a distance behind, and his soul flew away, shouting loudly, his footsteps did not stop, but he couldn't catch up.

Xiang'er was all on this sword, Zhang Xiaohu's shout was only slightly heard, but he went in and out of his left ear and out of his right ear, ignoring it.

In the midst of the electric light, Xiang'er's left hand stretched out, and the strength in her body poured in wildly, with a faint golden light, pressing towards the fist that came from the blow, and the sword in her hand stretched out as much as she could, and the pace under her feet was slightly faster.

The master duel is more than that point.

Yan Biao also didn't expect the other party to dare to fight for his life, let alone the other party, without the slightest hesitation and consideration, and directly chose to go further.

The sword stretched forward, and the footsteps accelerated, just right, and it staggered a little, so that Yan Biao's iron fist was half a point slower, but the sword pierced into the chest half a point first.

The sword light was clear, like a pool of spring water.

Yan Biao couldn't believe that the girl in front of him really gave up hiding and chose to die with him.

I watched the tip of the sword pierce into my chest, like cutting tofu, without any hindrance, and it was easy to pierce my heart.

Sen Sen's chill, after piercing into the heart, turned into countless small sword lights, just a shock, the heart last vigorous, bang explosion, a cloud of blood mist rose in the chest, the original position of the heart, is already empty, there is no residue left.

The body refining cultivator is the most difficult to kill, especially this refining god cultivator, the whole body has been refined to perfection, and the bad heart is not dead, which is also the reason why Yan Biao dares to fight for his life.

However, he didn't expect that the sword that seemed to be mortal iron not only destroyed his arm in one fell swoop, but also, after piercing into the heart, without any movement from the girl on the other side, the chill of the sword body alone shattered his heart.

If you lose your heart, you are a cultivator, and you have no life.

Yan Biao didn't blink his eyes, endured his last breath, and looked hatefully, he wanted to see with his own eyes this girl who dared to die together, and was broken by his iron fist, so he was willing to close his eyes.

The monk was dead, but the iron fist still struck out by itself, but there was no control, no longer the power of change, and the follow-up power was suddenly broken, completely relying on the original strength, and the speed of running, and slammed into Xiang'er's body sluggishly.

The fist with a strong wind, still running towards Xiang'er, the first thing to contact is the palm that is pressed with strength.

It's just an instant, the moment it touches the fist, with the sound of clicking, the metacarpal bone of the palm is directly broken and dislocated, under this punch, it is almost impossible to see a complete hand bone, that is, it is broken, it is broken to a very small extent, and the metacarpal bone in the center is broken into more than ten pieces.

The fist continued to move forward, and the strength was only consumed by less than a tenth, and it could not be stopped at all.

Click.

The sound was like that of a cooked bean, crackling constantly.

The arm bones were broken inch by inch, bent in a strange shape, and the broken bones broke out of the skin, and columns of blood flew in all directions.

The fist still did not stop, all the way forward, until the whole arm was shattered, and the shoulder was hit, and the power was finally consumed to most of it.

Xiang'er snorted, with a broken arm and a collapsed shoulder, and was knocked out by the fist.

It seems that Jinmang is about to collapse at the touch of a button, in fact, Xiang'er knew from the beginning that her Jinmang could not deal with Biao's fist, so most of the strength was placed on the protective arm, and the broken arm seemed miserable, but there was basically no loss, and it was firmly locked on the arm by Jinmang.

This punch is a fight between Xiang'er's own tempered arm and the fist of the god refining monk, but this god refining monk is one step slower, he is already dead and dead, and he has no stamina, just relying on the forward force, he can only do this step, and then he wants to break the whole person, unless he is not dead yet, otherwise, he can't even think about it.

Xiang'er, it's not just about speed, it's not just about who wins first, it's about the duel between Yan Biao's exercises and Zhang Xiaohu's exercises.

Sure enough, she won, although it was extremely miserable, she could be a dirty cultivator against a god refining cultivator, and she had already achieved perfection.

The light in Biao's eyes gradually dimmed, life was flying away, but his eyes couldn't be closed.

Until he died, he couldn't have imagined that the mere cultivator who was refining dirty would escape from his hands and win the battle with him.

"Xiang'er"

The corners of Zhang Xiaohu's eyes cracked, and he rushed wildly, and after that Biao, he struck with a resentful palm, which was death, and it was difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

After a while, a fresh breeze slid by, and with the breeze, Biao drifted away, turning into a cloud of blood mist, floating around.

"Xiang'er, how are you, don't scare me"

Zhang Xiaohu hugged Xiang'er and called loudly, Xiang'er in his arms, his face was pale, frowning, but he still endured the pain and didn't let out a moan.

Falling into the warm embrace, he woke up and turned around, looked at Zhang Xiaohu and smiled sweetly, "Brother Xiaohu, I'm amazing."

The little white flapped its wings, staggered and flew over, and pounced on Xiang'er, with big red eyes, full of tears, and non-stop screams.

"Go"

Zhang Xiaohu flew up and flew towards the depths of the mountains and forests far away from Guangyuan City, not daring to stop for a breath.

At this time, the state of the two of them has reached the extreme, if there is something stunned, or if the fate is not good, there will be another great cultivator of God Refining, then everything will be over.

"Brother Little Tiger, Knife, Knife"

Xiang'er turned her head to endure the pain, shouted quietly, seeing that Zhang Xiaohu didn't understand, she hurriedly said, "The loot, the loot hasn't been harvested yet."

"When is it, still thinking about those, don't want it"

Zhang Xiaohu's face stiffened, and he thought that Xiang'er was in trouble, but how did he know that it was a wealth fan, and he said angrily at the moment.

"Oh"

Xiang'er replied in a low voice, but the little head was still reluctant to look back, refining the blade of the god monk, even if he couldn't use it, but the materials were all good things, and when he was free, he would break it down, maybe he could fight a few good magic weapons.

However, Xiang'er still knew the priority, seeing that Zhang Xiaohu was unwilling, she didn't make a sound anymore, just silently watched the baby leave her, pouted, and pouted.

The two men and one beast were just a streamer, and they quickly disappeared into the mountains and forests, leaving only traces of blood and weeds swaying in the wind.

The countless monks standing outside Guangyuan City looked at each other stupidly at this time, their mouths opened wide, and they completely lost their thinking.

"Where is the city lord?

After half a sound, someone shouted bitterly, and only saw the two great monks, but weren't there still the city lord and the divine beast? Where had they gone?

Fear spread rapidly, and after looking at each other for a long time, someone finally came out, organized people, and looked outside.

Until this time, they still refused to believe that the city lord and the divine beast were dead.

Perhaps, it's not that I don't want to believe it, but I can't believe it.

The two people who died, they are still friends, friends of the city lord, often come and go to Guangyuan City, those are two great monks in the middle stage of refining gods, compared to the city lord, they are stronger, but just such a great monk died here one after another.

Is this day going to change?

The people who went out to search have not returned, and the city here has stabilized, and those who came forward to maintain order, urgently reported, and conveyed orders one by one.

After 10,000 years of operation, Daxia has long had a set of methods to deal with various emergencies, and officials at all levels have also stood up at this time and exercised their rights.

The city lord may or may not be dead, but no matter what, this Guangyuan City can't be messed up, after all, they all have to continue to live, if it is just because there is no city lord, something has happened in Guangyuan City, I'm afraid, when the responsibility is pursued, no one can escape.