Zhang Xiaohu stood proudly in the air, quietly waiting for the arrival of the three witch kings.

The outbreak just now consumed a lot of his strength, and now he needs to recover his qi as soon as possible to deal with the next fierce battle.

The three witch kings in front of him are at least twice as powerful as the three they killed in an instant just now, this kind of strength is not simply doubled by doubling the number of people, this is not one plus one equals two, maybe equal to three, or four, Zhang Xiaohu is not sure.

The breathing stabilized, the strength slowly flowed, and he was constantly accumulating strength, ready to explode at any time.

The body of the witch king fell from the sky in a circle, and there were bursts of exclamations in the distance, and the 'yin' wind blew in mid-air, and the 'yin' cold feeling almost froze people's blood, in addition to this, it also brought a strong smell of blood to people's noses.

The thunderbolt calmed down from the eruption, the beating arc became smaller, and the sparks and 'flowers' that were wrapped around it were like nothing, and the power of heaven and earth that could bend people just now slowly dispersed, and everything returned to its original state, and the blood-colored black fog that was dispersed was now slowly drifting towards this side, little by little, slowly soaking over.

The three witch kings had calm faces and rushed over quickly.

They didn't expect that after strictly ordering the two to stop them, they didn't hold on to a breath, and they were killed in front of them.

Even if the first one was stoned to death with a single shot, it was not as angry and vigilant as it is now, after all, that one was poorly prepared and had an element of sneak attack in it.

A few hundred meters apart, the three of them stopped and stopped moving forward, the scene just now made them understand that this is a witch-type monk, melee combat, not a good idea.

The three witch kings, two of whom were spirit witches, for the sake of safety, the two of them stopped a little further back than the blood witch next to them.

On the altar of the temple in the distance, the last old blood witch king had already walked up, and one after another flashes of light, and the altar was already in a state of 'excited' activity, which made the three of them feel a little more relieved.

The altar is the root of the witch, without it, the strength will be reduced by at least about half, but no one can stay on the altar all the time, and no one has the ability to never come down from the top for the rest of their lives, just like the current situation, if you are forced, you need to fight without the altar.

The moment the old blood witch king ascended the altar, the corners of the three of them invariably 'pumped' and 'pumped', as if they were smiling, and the battle started at this moment.

Standing at the end, the Spirit Witch King's palm stretched out, slowly waving from left to right, and one after another small skulls in the shape of transparent crystals appeared in front of him.

A column of thirteen fist-sized crystal skeletons hovered quietly in the air, the surrounding body was transparent, glowing with crystal light, the black "hole" and "hole" eye sockets, and the slightly open teeth, vivid, like the head of a real person.

The Spirit Witch King's face was calm, and a stream of blood mist erupted from his mouth, evenly spraying on the top of the thirteen crystal skeletons, and the ten fingers on his hand flipped, and one by one the witches flexibly pinched out, converging into a big rune array.

The light flashed, and the crystal skeleton became more transparent, and when I looked over, I could barely see its presence except for the distortion of the light.

Soul Fantasy.

The thirteen crystal skeletons opened their mouths together, their teeth touching each other, making a clanging sound, which looked so strange in the red and black sky.

In Zhang Xiaohu's ears, what came over was not a pleasant dinging sound.

It was as if a group of babbling children were singing, babbling sounds, continuously reaching his ears, but in an instant, everything in front of him became blurred, thirteen skeletons, overlapping into tens of thousands in his eyes, his mind was 'confused', and he couldn't concentrate on thinking and observing.

The Yuan Shen, which had been perfectly integrated with the body, was also shaking at this time, and one after another bulges and concaves could be seen on the surface of the body and skin, accompanied by the whole person standing unsteadily and swaying in mid-air.

The primordial spirit trembled, and the essence of the primordial spirit began to transform towards the void, a blurred, indistinguishable shadow appeared on the surface of his body, swaying from side to side with his swaying, and the sound of babbling kept echoing in his mind, the sound was not loud, but it covered everything.

Zhang Xiaohu's strength flowed wildly, and the exercises were running as hard as he could, but he couldn't calm his mind that was 'messed up' at all, and a sense of weakness kept coming out of his body.

The second Spirit Witch King quacked and laughed, his left hand was held forward, and in mid-air, wisps of black threads came out of thin air, stirring together in the palm of his hand, condensing into a huge black bow.

Strange runes manifested on the bow body of the black bow, dense and layered, as if this was a bow made of runes.

The black 'colored' light flowed on the bow, dim but real.

In the strange laughter, the thumb and index finger of the Spirit Witch King's right hand were pinched together, and he pulled back from the middle of the bow, and he didn't see the bowstring or the feather arrow, it was just an illusory pull.

A long feathered arrow quickly manifested on its forehead, the same black line was stirred, the same seemed to be made of runes, and the same black 'colored' light flowed.

There was no bowstring, but the Spirit Witch King was extremely hard, and the short distance made his face even paler, and the only trace of blood was completely disappeared in this pull.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his face, the feather arrow gradually took shape, and the bow body turned into a round of crescent moon, and on the tip of the arrow, the cold chill of 'yin' continued to gather, causing countless tiny ice crystals to appear in an instant around a few meters.

The feather arrow was aimed at Zhang Xiaohu, and at the moment when the crystal skeleton appeared, this one's bow and arrow also quickly formed and pulled, and when the babbling sound reached Zhang Xiaohu's ears, the bow and arrow finally let go, and the feather arrow left the string, and passed through Zhang Xiaohu's 'chest' in a flash.

Xiang'er's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth with her little hand to prevent the exclamation.

The magic decision in her hand almost hit out at this moment, if it weren't for the fact that she saw that Zhang Xiaohu didn't have any scars on her body in her divine sense, and the person continued to hover in mid-air, she was ready to rush out desperately and stop the three witch kings above.

She immediately understood, knowing that this arrow was a soul attack, although there was no physical trauma, but the damage to the soul was extremely great.

With big eyes, staring at Zhang Xiaohu without blinking, the nervous heartbeat in her heart almost stopped, Xiaobai in her arms seemed to feel her nervousness, and resisted the pressure of the witch king on her head, leaned in front of Xiang'er, and rubbed her face with her 'hairy' little head.

"It's okay, Brother Little Tiger is fine"

Xiang'er kept comforting herself, her body trembled slightly, her right hand tightly held the hilt of the sword, her posture changed unconsciously, and with a little afterburner on her toes, she could rush out at any time and protect Zhang Xiaohu behind her.

Zhang Xiaohu held the spear in one hand, and the person leaned back, as if he was suspended in the air unconsciously, his hands drooped, his face was pale, and his body was trembling constantly.

The feather arrow passed through his body in a flash, and what he brought to Zhang Xiaohu was as if something had been taken away at that moment.

Yuan Shen trembled, at the position of the 'chest' mouth, where the feather arrow passed, a hole appeared in the Yuan Shen Phantom, although the exercises were still running, and the wounds were constantly being repaired, but the arrow still made him seem to have fallen into a bottomless abyss, and there was a feeling of almost death.

The 'yin' was cold, constantly expanding from the wound to the side, the weakness became more serious, the body leaned back, as if it had suffered a serious blow, but the body clothes could not see the slightest wound, all of this was only acting on the soul of the primordial spirit.

Zhang Xiaohu felt that he was constantly falling, his surroundings were tightly wrapped in darkness, and in his ears, there were still babbling sounds, which made his mind chaotic and unable to think, but he seemed to remember in a trance that he should be in a vicious battle.

Wake up, wake up.

A voice kept shouting in the bottom of his heart, competing with the babbling voices.

Who am I going to fight, and where is this? Why is it so dark, so 'gloomy' and cold, and it's been falling for so long, and there's no end in sight, is it going to go on forever?

These thoughts appeared directly in Zhang Xiaohu's heart without thinking, making him feel 'confused' and 'chaotic', but whenever he wanted to remember what he was doing, the babbling sound would become loud, stirring his head into a mess.

The Blood Witch King was the last to make a move, pounced all the way, and under his feet, a sea of blood had already gathered, and huge 'waves' rolled around him, and hideous faces poked out of the giant 'waves', roaring silently ahead.

The palm of his hand fished into the sea of blood, and a bloody blade appeared in his hand, the whole body was blood-red, and the material could not be seen, as if he had been staying at the feet of the Blood Witch King, waiting for him to fight together.

The back of the sword is densely covered with serrations, and the whole body exudes boundless might, reflecting the bright red all around, and the blade more than three feet long vibrates gently, making a buzzing sound, and the blood water sticking to it from the sea of blood is falling down drop by drop, splashing small blood 'flowers' in the sea of blood.

The crystal skeleton sang, and the Blood Witch King did not move, and the moment the arrow flashed out, the Blood Witch King suddenly rose and jumped out of the sea of blood.

Holding the knife in both hands, he slashed down on his head, a distance of more than 300 meters, which can be reached without a single step, and with a flash of the knife, he has already come to Zhang Xiaohu.

In the sky, a crack was cut by this knife, and the bright moonlight fell from the sky, through the blood and black mist, and reflected everyone on the ground clearly.

The sword light is sharp, and it has not yet been cut, Zhang Xiaohu has been reflected as a bloody man, and the strong wind blowing from the sawtooth blood knife is whistling, blowing his hair and clothes rustling, this knife, when the head is cut in the face, with the attack of the two spirit witch kings, the blood witch king's plan is to cut him in half.