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Xiang'er didn't think about it, her body squatted, her waist bent, and the soles of her feet gradually lifted, leaving only her toes still on the ground, and she was about to jump up and block in front of Zhang Xiaohu.

At this moment, the accumulated power suddenly dissipated, Xiang'er sat down on the ground, picked up Xiaobai, kissed a few times, and smiled into a crescent moon with big round eyes, and a bright smile made the dark corners of the 'yin' a little brighter.

Zhang Xiaohu kept falling in the endless abyss, he had lost his senses, so he let himself fall and gave up struggling.

The sound of babbling was rattling in his ears, and he couldn't even remember who he was or why he was here.

At this moment, a thunderbolt sounded out of thin air in the abyss, Zhang Xiaohu turned his head in confusion, and in the dark abyss, a light lit up in the distance, rapidly expanding outward, illuminating the whole world at once.

Zhang Xiaohu woke up suddenly, where is this endless abyss, this is the attack of witchcraft, he is fighting, this is the battlefield.

A loud roar, the sound 'waves' kept spreading in all directions, deafening 'desire'.

Relying on this sound, Zhang Xiaohu successfully resisted the sound that was still babbling in his ears, his arms shook, and the spear stabbed out like lightning.

The explosion and thunder could only wake him up for a moment, but for Zhang Xiaohu, it was enough.

In an instant, he saw everything on the battlefield clearly, the thirteen crystal skeletons in the distance were still clicking and clicking, a feather arrow had come out of the string, and the blood witch king, following behind the feather arrow, a sword light slashed down.

The attacks were one after another, but Zhang Xiaohu knew that if he didn't get rid of the non-stop babbling sound in his ears, everything would be fake.

Without thinking about it, Zhang Xiaohu opened his mouth and let out a long roar, and one after another sound 'waves' struck around, colliding with the clattering teeth, and turned into a silent state strangely, and the surroundings were silent, like a death prison.

The spirit witch king, whose face was pale and persevered, couldn't bear it any longer, his body staggered back, mouthfuls of blood spurted out, and in an instant, he became much older.

With the infusion of blood, the crystal skeleton stopped singing, turned into streams of light, and disappeared into the body of the Spirit Witch King.

The Spirit Witch King gasped and stroked his 'chest', just now, if he hadn't reacted quickly when he saw the opportunity, spurted blood and retreated, and stopped witchcraft, I'm afraid that at this time, there would be no more than a few of the thirteen crystal skeletons left.

This is not an ordinary skeleton, this is all refined from the heads left behind by the death of this series of witch kings, gradually increasing from one to today's thirteen, I don't know how many witch kings have made dedication to this, one less is not one, if you want to increase, for now, the only possibility is to replace it with your own head.

The Spirit Witch King didn't want to make his head into a crystal skeleton, that kind of 'selfless' dedication was forcibly taken down after the person was killed, and the Spirit Witch King felt that he hadn't lived enough, and he didn't plan to make such a sacrifice.

The soul is locked in the skeleton for eternity, muddy, just thinking about it is terrifying, thinking about the smile on his face when he did it, but when he thinks that it may be his turn, his heart is inexplicably nervous.

Silently turning to the temple altar on tiptoe, the Witch King was ready to retreat.

The Spirit Witch King, who was consumed by the crystal skeleton and consumed a lot of magic power, he has no strength to fight again, at most, there is still a trace of self-protection ability, at this time, he will not retreat, he is fighting fiercely in his mind, his eyes are dripping and rolling, as long as there is any wrong change in the field, he will leave without stopping.

The long howl rolled and withstood the babbling singing.

Zhang Xiaohu's arms shook, and the spear stabbed out like lightning, and on the tip of the spear, a thunderbolt gushed out, tearing and pulling, cutting through the night sky.

The last to come is so fast that it's hard to see.

Thunder shone in mid-air, arcs of electricity leaping in all directions, clusters of flames wrapped around the arcs, constantly scorching the sky, spreading outward to 'expose' its heat.

The tip of the spear collided with the feather arrow, and the illusory feather arrow, under the bombardment of the thunder, seemed to be substantial, and cracks quickly appeared on the body of the arrow, making a clicking sound.

The thunder was tightly wrapped, the flames were constantly burning, and the runes stacked on top of the feather arrows quickly melted, and the dark feather arrows became lighter, and the white smoke rose and dissipated in the air.

In just a breathless effort, the feather arrow turned into a cloud of smoke under the blow of the thunderstorm, and the soul attack that can bring heavy damage to the god cultivator has no resistance in front of the thunder, and it is easy to be cracked.

The Spirit Witch King's arms trembled, and he could barely raise it again, the arrow just now had consumed too much of his strength.

Quickly calming down the magic power in his body, his eyes looked at the Blood Witch King who followed, he was full of confidence in his feather arrows, and he didn't think that there would be a time when he missed.

The explosion of thunder appeared, and the Spirit Witch King was horrified to find that his invincible feather arrows, under the bombardment of the thunder, there was not even a scum left, and after swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the Spirit Witch King involuntarily retreated, he already felt that the battle situation was no longer inclined to them.

Nervously turned around and looked at the altar of the temple, the halo of 'waves' over there was their last retreat, and they didn't care too much about it just now, thinking that the old blood witch king acted too early, and there was some fuss, just an enemy, how could he use it to activate the altar, but now, what he wanted to do most was to give the old blood witch king a big hug.

The eruption of thunder gradually weakened, and the illuminated sky returned to red and black, and the dark night was still dominated by the stars.

The Blood Witch King followed the feather arrow, and when the thunder sprayed 'shooting', he couldn't change it even if he wanted to retreat, so he could only rush up against the thunder, and the magic power swarmed out, and the sawtooth slash in his hand was bloody, and he rushed into the thunder in a flash.

The arc was entangled with the blood light, adding a hint of white light to the red halo.

As the thunderstorm subsided, the blood light prevailed, and the sword momentum of the Blood Witch King seemed so powerful and powerful, and in his heart, he suddenly had such a feeling, as if everything was under his control, and the one who had just lost could now be completely recovered.

With the momentum of the knife, he slashed towards Zhang Xiaohu hard, and after two consecutive defeats, the Blood Witch King was ready to take back all of this knife and all of the 'sex' at one time.

Zhang Xiaohu's spear was retracted, and he smashed it at the Blood Witch King.

There is no thunder, Zhang Xiaohu is more accustomed to using violence, smashing the gun like a stick, this style of play has always been his favorite.

The Blood Witch King grinned, his sword style unchanged, and slashed down against the shadow of the spear.

He is a strange thing in the blood witch, everyone is sucking blood and devouring blood, he is a natural strange power to cultivate the blood witch, relying on a huge force, to fight all over the world invincible, simply in the end, he doesn't want to learn anything, just fight the world with his hands, not to mention, everyone has lost their temper.

Now seeing that Zhang Xiaohu chose to fight him, he secretly laughed in his heart at the moment, and his subordinates were merciless and slashed hard.

Thundered.

Explosions rang out in mid-air, and the force of the storm kept coming in all directions, destroying the dilapidated houses on the ground, and flying sand and rocks everywhere.

Zhang Xiaohu and the Blood Witch King fought together, the spear turned into a whip shadow, and kept smashing down, the sword light was like a round of blood moon, flickering in the air, where the gun and the knife touched, a circle of impact 'waves' expanded outward, collapsing everything in front of him, and half of the Witch King City turned into ruins.

Behind a broken wall, Xiang'er and a ground mouse were half-lying on the ground, their clothes were full of dust, but they didn't dare to shake it, so they could only wrinkle their little noses and endure helplessly.

With a faint smile and big eyes dripping and turning, Zhang Xiaohu no longer has a problem, the two Spirit Witch Kings are half abolished, and the remaining Blood Witch Kings are by no means his opponents, and the bored Xiang'er began to think about what she was going to do next.

Just hiding underneath really made Xiang'er a little depressed, and if she didn't do something for Brother Xiaohu, she always felt empty in her heart.

His eyes swept around the Witch King City, and his mind suddenly moved, remembering the broken old man who was sneaking up the corpse just now.

It's him, Xiang'er's mood suddenly became a lot more 'excited', although it was a witch king with the same strength as several witch kings on his head, but Xiang'er believed that if he could sneak in and come suddenly, the witch king would not suffer a big loss.

Restrained her breath, her body ran quickly against the ground, and Xiang'er silently borrowed the ruins to avoid the shock 'waves' that surged from time to time in the sky, and kept drifting into the distance.

There are ruins all around, and the big trees are broken at the waist, and there is not even a little place to hide, and it is completely 'exposed' in people's vision.

Fortunately, now the battle in the sky is 'fierce', everyone's eyes are fixed there, how can anyone have time to look at the ground, that is, the two idle Spirit Witch Kings, now they are nervously watching the changes in the battle situation, and the movement of the little mouse on the ground can't get into their eyes.

Xiang'er sneaked quietly, and the courtyards on the ground were destroyed, but fortunately, Xiang'er used her divine sense to know where the old man had gone, and ran in a straight line.

The old blood witch king's mansion is relatively remote, not next to the temple, but in the outermost part of the witch king's mansion, especially the courtyard where the old man entered last, and it is even more in the outermost, so this piece of ruins, when it arrives there, gradually begins to preserve intact houses.

The Guardian Witch did not stay away, and before getting the Witch King's order, they still had to stick to their posts, but the sky battles were repeated, and they had already attracted everyone's attention, standing in the front yard closest to the battlefield one by one, no one noticed that in the backyard where the old blood witch king occasionally retreated, there was a figure quietly sneaking over.

In the secluded courtyard, a faint circle of light shrouded the small courtyard inside, everything inside became 'chaotic', and the divine sense could not penetrate it, Xiang'er watched it for a long time, and finally made a decision to 'draw' the sword with her backhand and stabbed it gently.