The Blood Witch King retreated frantically, and he lost the sawtooth slasher, which was equivalent to losing most of his combat power, and if he didn't retreat, there was only a dead end waiting for him.

A wave of blood rushed towards Zhang Xiaohu, blocking the other party's forward and buying time for his escape.

The crazy battle just now consumed a lot of his magic power, and these blood 'waves' that rely on magic power to exist have obviously changed from the sea to a lake compared to before the war.

Not daring to turn around, and not having time to turn around, the Blood Witch King retreated sharply in the face of Zhang Xiaohu, his hands in front of his 'chest', guarding against attacks that might attack at any time.

In the distance, the two Spirit Witch Kings were dumbfounded, and looked at them sluggishly, the most powerful and always ferocious Blood Witch King in the Witch King City was beaten with a bloody blade, and he didn't even dare to turn around and flee for his life.

Zhang Xiaohu stabbed the gun quickly, but was stopped by the blood 'waves', the 'waves' and 'flowers' rolled, and slapped on the body of the gun before and after, although the power was not great, but it interfered with the stabbing of his spear, and the Blood Witch King, who could be killed with one shot, was constantly retreating at the moment, seeing that the distance between the two was getting farther and farther away.

Smashing, stabbing, has no effect on the blood 'wave', the gun body is too thin, and the effect on dealing with this kind of piece of blood 'wave' is very small.

The strength wrapped Zhang Xiaohu's body, and the person directly broke into the blood 'wave', for the 'wave' and 'flower' that rushed to him, Zhang Xiaohu directly crashed over, breaking up the 'wave' and 'flower', turning into pieces of blood droplets, just waving a spear, but always interfering with the blood 'wave'.

The blood 'wave' was like glue, sticking to the body of the spear and refusing to let go, turning into strands of rope, dragging it vigorously to prevent the spear from hitting the target, and most of Zhang Xiaohu's 'spirit' was on breaking free from the shackles of the spear.

roared, and Zhang Xiaohu became a little angry.

Flipping his hand and putting the spear into the storage ring, Zhang Xiaohu rushed into the sea of blood again with his bare hands.

A blood 'wave' rushed in, and Zhang Xiaohu struck hard with his fist, shattering the blood 'wave' and turning it into a fine blood mist.

A few more blood 'waves' rolled in, Zhang Xiaohu raised his foot and stepped down, but before the blood 'waves' were formed, he stepped on a pool of stagnant water, and there were no 'waves' in peace.

Zhang Xiaohu ran in the sea of blood, splashing countless blood 'flowers', the blood mist in the sky, before he got close to Zhang Xiaohu's side, was melted by the energy on his body, and the splashed blood droplets, touching the strength, made a squeaking sound, but it was the brilliance that could not break the strength.

In just one step, Zhang Xiaohu broke through the sea of blood that had not been broken by dozens of shots just now, and 'pressed' in front of the Blood Witch King.

The right hand clenched his fist and bent his elbow back, and then hit it out heavily, the fist was huge, and the strong wind that 'stirred' up blew away the sea of blood around the Blood Witch King, leaving him with only his arms in front of his 'chest', and watched in horror as the fist as big as a sand bowl grew bigger in his eyes little by little.

The heavy punch hit the Blood Witch King's chest, and the arms in front of him had no power to resist, and the Blood Witch King's face was filled with a look of horror, and his footsteps did not stop, still retreating rapidly, hoping to get rid of Zhang Xiaohu's pursuit.

Bang bang bang.

Seeing the 'meat' in the fist, in an instant, after the first punch was successful, Zhang Xiaohu's fist fell like a rainstorm, and only the shadow of the fist was seen all over the sky, the Blood Witch King kept retreating, and the little tiger was like sticking to his body, and he didn't pull it away for a moment.

The two Spirit Witch Kings finally came back to their senses, and watched their companions being brutally beaten, and none of them thought of helping out, but immediately looked at the temple altar not far away.

There was their last battle line, and the old Blood Witch King was already presiding over the opening of the altar there, and the halos of 'waves' showed that the altar that had been sealed for a long time was about to be opened.

The Spirit Witch King's heart settled down, and he leaned over there without hurry, no one spoke, no one made a move, just watched in silence, watching his companions surrounded by fist shadows.

The old blood witch king didn't care, these witch kings who couldn't walk together and didn't listen to orders, even if they were all dead, he wouldn't blink.

The altar was successfully opened, and before the other party killed all the witch kings, the old blood witch king was already able to have the strength to fight the opponent alone, as long as the opponent dared to get close to the altar one mile away, he could use the power he had accumulated for many years to wound and maim the enemy, and even kill it was possible.

The strength of the other party, he has already seen in his eyes, he just started to activate the altar for other purposes, and now, he is secretly praising his foresight.

If you hadn't started it early and didn't remember it until you saw this scene, I'm afraid everything would have been over.

The old blood witch king was desperately thinking in his head, what was the origin of this opponent, and when did there be such a powerful enemy on this continent.

There were no signs, no clues, as if this person had just jumped out of the stone, abrupt and weird.

The power that rose up in his body was not the power of the witch, some of it was like the power of the witch, but it was only partially similar, and more of it was a system that he had never seen before.

The Blood Witch King wanted to call for help, but before he could make a sound, he was punched back into his throat, and his mind was 'chaotic', without any ability to think.

The arms were still helplessly blocked in front of the 'chest', there was blood stains on them, and the muscles and 'flesh' were torn and wounded, if it weren't for the Blood Witch King's cultivation of physical strength, I'm afraid that at this time, the arms would have already become two 'flesh' pulps.

The fist kept hitting the body, making a thumping sound, which sounded terrifying.

The Blood Witch King was a little numb, and he didn't realize that his body hadn't collapsed under so many heavy blows.

With his hands in front of his chest and his head hanging down behind him, the only thing the Blood Witch King could do was to close his eyes and suffer in the stormy blow, quietly waiting for the moment when the attack was over.

Zhang Xiaohu finally stopped, and a series of blows were also extremely expensive for him.

The person jumped high and kicked his right foot in front of the Blood Witch King's 'chest', this kick, as if condensing all the strength of Zhang Xiaohu, the Blood Witch King, who had always insisted on the blow just now, finally couldn't resist and flew out into the distance.

It was only at this time that the cries for help that the Blood Witch King had been suppressed in his throat finally came out.

In mid-air, a figure rolled, and a terrible rescue sounded throughout the Witch King City, and on the ground, the countless witches watched in amazement as the most powerful and savage Blood Witch King in their hearts was beaten away, and they shouted for help, all of which completely subverted their three views.

Some began to tremble, their eyes rolling around, looking for a way out, others fell to their knees in a frenzy, worshipping to the altar, some muttering to themselves, saying words they didn't understand, and others were sluggish, looking at the sky like a walking corpse.

The Spirit Witch King frowned, turned to look back, and the Blood Witch King in the distance was kicked away, rolling towards him, accompanied by the earth-shattering cry for help.

"Waste"

The Spirit Witch King spit out two words in his mouth, his face was pale, after this battle, what kind of face did this guy have to continue to stay in the Witch King City, knowing that the altar here had been completed, but he didn't know how to escape?

People are coming this way, and the 'forced' Spirit Witch King has to help.

On the ground, everyone was watching, and he couldn't stand by and watch when his companions were helpless, not to mention, the Blood Witch King was flying towards him, if he didn't make a move, he wouldn't want him to turn sideways to avoid it, and he couldn't do it so out of line.

The palm of his hand stretched out, against the back of the Blood Witch King's body, and a trace of magic power poured into his hand, giving the Blood Witch King that was tumbling over, and the Spirit Witch King looked at the Blood Witch King who was still screaming in panic with disdain, and wanted to kill it with one palm.

Before the scolding sound in his mouth came out, his palm just pressed against the back of the Blood Witch King, stopping the tumbling body, and a huge and incomparable force, suddenly, burst out from the Blood Witch King's body, where the palm touched, and went all the way up along the Spirit Witch King's arm, quickly filling the whole body.

The Spirit Witch King stood still, his expression changed instantly, frightened, panicked, and a trace of regret.

A 'wave' and 'wave' of power poured from the Blood Witch King's body, using the Spirit Witch King's palm as a medium, directly acting on his body, and there was no chance to defend himself.

Bang bang bang.

Click, click.

The body seemed to be hit by a fist continuously, the muscles and flesh were concave and convex, and the changes were endless, accompanied by each sound, a series of bone breaking sounds came from the body, one after another.

Starting from the palm of the hand, the phalanges shattered, and then extended all the way up, the arm muscle 'flesh' twisted and deformed, and the white bone fragments pierced out of the muscle 'flesh', and blood gushed out.

The Spirit Witch King's eyes bulged out like frogs, and then, with a bang, exploded, two balls of blood splashed out, leaving two large black 'holes' in the eye sockets, and blood and tears flowing down.

Every part of the body was exploding, the ribs were piercing out of the 'chest' cavity, the blood spurting out of the mouth was mixed with fragments of internal organs, and the ears and nostrils were gushing with blood.

At this moment, the Spirit Witch King turned into a blood man, and his life was fleeting, and when the Blood Witch King in front of him turned around to thank him, he was horrified to find that his companion had turned into a puddle of rotten 'meat', without the support of a complete bone, and his body was constantly paralyzing.

The Blood Witch King was stunned for a moment, then screamed in shock, pushed the bloody man in front of him aside, and frantically fled towards the altar, where could he care about the other party's help.

Fight cattle across the mountains.

Zhang Xiaohu's stormy blow just now, all the power was accumulated in the Blood Witch King's body, but the Blood Witch King was stunned, and he didn't notice at all that his body didn't suffer much damage, the only thing was that the place where his arms and fists touched, was beaten to the flesh.

When the Spirit Witch King stretched out his hand to block it, those long-accumulated powers finally exploded, which was equivalent to less than a breath of time, and the Spirit Witch King absorbed all the attacks into his body, and directly, the whole person was paralyzed.

Not to mention him, even if it is the Blood Witch King, he will have to lose most of his life this time, let alone a spirit witch like them who specializes in cultivating souls and has a weak physique.