Whoosh.

Dozens of figures rushed from all directions, the fastest one in the first foot, dressed in leather armor, holding the straight knife with both hands, dancing the straight knife to cut down the head, a knife like a half moon, with the flame of the oil cylinder, illuminated the square.

Zhang Xiaohu's footsteps did not stop, the strength in his hand kept pouring into the head of the gun, the thunder was excited, and there was an explosion, like a thunderbolt out of thin air, and ten thousand electric snakes sprayed out, covering the half-moon sword in an instant, and the power of heaven and earth exploded, and the body of the great cultivator who pounced on him stiffened, and he was so oppressed that he couldn't move.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Xiaohu chased after the electric light, the spear in his hand stabbed rapidly, and the starlight reflected in the sky, and in an instant, he passed by the leading monks.

Behind him, blood splashed chaotically, several people dropped the blades in their hands, screaming in their mouths, unable to shout, and looked carefully, they had been stabbed by Zhang Xiaohu and cut their throats, leaving only a thin layer of skin on the back of their necks.

"Be careful"

"The devil is powerful, don't fight hard, fence up"

"Quick, behind, keep up"

Zhang Xiaohu and Xiang'er let go of the secret method when they pounced on the palace wall, revealing their original appearance, at this time, it doesn't matter whether they hide their identities or not, they have the leisure time to use the secret method, it is better to run their strength wholeheartedly and fight with these guards.

A few great monks have just been killed here, and the great monks who are chasing around them immediately moved, and the power of heaven and earth, for them, is not a stalemate, and when the sense of oppression is gone, everyone who knows that it is powerful immediately changed their strategy, no longer attacking one by one, but changing to a siege.

Dozens of blades in the sky and on the ground, attacking from all directions, there were swords and swords everywhere, and the terrible sound of the wind suppressed everything, the light and shadow flickered, and people were dazzled.

Zhang Xiaohu had to stop, the spear in his hand danced, the blade kept falling, there was no time to stop, and a huge force continued to come from the body of the gun, hitting him to keep sinking, just a breath of effort, the person was shot down to the ground.

At this time, Xiang'er relied on the sharpness of the sword in her hand, and after cutting off a few blades, she didn't wait for others to oppress, she automatically lowered her body, controlled the flying sword, and kept shuttling and dodging in the crowd.

Five or six Great Cultivators of God Refining chased after her, Xiang'er did not dare to fight hard, although it was said that the spirit and body were double cultivators, but compared to the Divine Cultivators, it was still a lot worse, not to mention that there were a few behind her, and if there was a slight pause, it would fall into death.

With the help of the incoming guards, Xiang'er swung his sword, and with a sword, he split one of the guards in half with his spear, and his left hand was opened, and a palm thunder erupted, beating the other guard stiff and unable to move, and took the opportunity to go around behind him.

The big monk was furious, and several people couldn't take a small dirty female cultivator, so they were so anxious that they almost went crazy, and shouted 'dodge', seeing that their subordinates were stiff and did not react, their hearts were on fire, and they didn't let it anymore, and the person and the knife turned into one and collided directly.

Flesh and blood flew, and the stiff guards watched the light flash, and the people scattered in all directions, and five or six figures passed through the blood mist, chasing the small figures in front of them.

The battlefield was divided into two groups, one was dozens of god refining cultivators fighting Zhang Xiaohu, here was the most intense, the earth-shattering roar continued to sound, the strong wind blew people to stand unsteadily, the refining guards couldn't intervene at all, and they couldn't even get closer.

In the other place, Xiang'er took five or six great monks, scurrying around in the group of dirty guards, the divine sense enveloped the entire battle group, the flying sword flew up and down flexibly, the sword kept falling, and the guards were easily killed one by one, cutting off their limbs and flesh, and throwing them around in the crowd.

Compared with the fierce battle situation on Zhang Xiaohu's side, this side is even more bloody and tragic.

On the ground, just a few breaths of effort, it has been covered with a thick layer of plasma, and the guards are not afraid of death one by one, knowing that the cold sword light can cut everything, but they still keep colliding with it, just to slow down the opponent a little.

The crowd is getting denser and denser, at first Xiang'er can still move in the crowd, and in the end, between people, almost the front chest is next to the back, trying to find a gap to turn around, it is impossible at all, forcing Xiang'er to give up being flexible and changeable, relying on the sharp sword in her hand, and directly rushing forward.

However, in this way, the pursuers behind him were rapidly approaching, almost reaching their bodies.

Seeing that there were pursuers behind him with no way out, almost to the point of death, Xiang'er glanced at Zhang Xiaohu, who was fighting more fiercely, bit her lower lip, and suddenly kicked a guard in front of her, and used her strength to retreat backwards.

The speed of the two sides was amazing, and this reversal collided with the pursuers in an instant.

The bearded man sneered, and the double knives in his hand slashed back and forth, as fast as lightning, seemingly simple, but they blocked Xiang'er's left and right paths, and the two knives went together, that is, the sword was sharp, and one of them could be cut off, and the other would also kill Xiang'er.

"Little White"

Xiang'er screamed, Xiaobai who was hiding in her arms burst out, rolled in the air and turned into a huge demon rabbit more than one meter high, the demon emperor let go of his momentum, and with the shock of the bearded beard, his wings flapped, and he passed through the knife light, and the curled feet kicked heavily on the bearded man's chest.

Kerala.

The unsuspecting bearded man's chest was sunken, and the blood in his mouth was accompanied by fragments of internal organs, spurting out wildly, and in just one moment, he lost his combat effectiveness.

Xiang'er's sword stabbed, and he was about to take the opportunity to take the beard's life, and the two big monks in the back rushed forward one left and one right, one with a heavy hammer in front of the sword, and the other rounded the spear, turning into a gun shadow, and smashing heavily at Xiaobai.

"The White Guy Returns"

Xiang'er's sword was a little on the hammer, and with the huge impact force, the person flew back, and Xiaobai instantly turned into a palm-sized rabbit, fluttering his wings, constantly dodging in the shadow of the gun, chirping, chasing behind Xiang'er, two little paws tightly grasped the collar, and the little heart was already beating in fright.

Bullying people, taking the opportunity to sneak attack, these Xiaobai are doing a lot of tricks, but they really face the great cultivator of refining gods, and they are hard to face, Xiaobai is not so bold, as soon as he heard Xiang'er's greeting, he rushed back quickly for the first time, and he refused to let go even if he grabbed Xiang'er.

In a towering hall in the depths of the imperial court, an old man wearing a purple and gold crown with a bunched hair and a nine-clawed golden dragon robe looked at the square from afar and said with a smile, "It's a little interesting"

An old eunuch behind him stepped forward and bent down and asked, "My emperor, the general in front of the palace suffered heavy casualties, so let the old slave lead someone to capture them."

Emperor Xia shook his head, waved his hand and said, "No, I'm afraid you can't either."

The old eunuch was shocked, raised his head and said, "When did this demon become so powerful?" I remember the last time in Guangyuan City, he was only in the middle stage of refining gods, is it not possible now?"

"I'm afraid there will be more than one in the later stage," Emperor Xia squinted, watched the battlefield carefully, and said leisurely.

"Even what about the later stage, can it still withstand the thousands of troops of my emperor" The old eunuch patted his ass respectfully.

Emperor Xia laughed, nodded the old eunuch and smiled without saying a word.

Before and after the main hall, countless armored guards guarded, inside, there was almost the breath of a hundred Dao refining monks, I am afraid that in this imperial court, all the great monks gathered here, if they were not guarding Emperor Xia, the whole army was dispatched, or they stood still and let Zhang Xiaohu kill one by one, and he would be tired to death.

"My Emperor"

"My emperor, the minister's escort is late, please ask my emperor to surrender"

"My emperor, the minister is willing to bring 3,000 gold armor and swear to kill the devil"

One by one, figures descended from the sky, kneeling in front of the main hall, in Ulan City, many great cultivators of refining gods continued to gather at this time, in the blink of an eye, the main hall gathered more than two hundred great cultivators of refining gods, although there are fewer and fewer behind, but there are still people coming one after another, the background of Great Xia, it is really not as simple as it seems.

Emperor Xia waved his hand, silent, the crowd around him was silent, and the great monks who came came automatically lined up in two rows after kneeling, and turned their heads to look at the battlefield in the distance one by one, and their perceptions were scattered, and they saw the battlefield clearly.

As the perception continued to shroud, the great monks around Zhang Xiaohu fought even more fiercely, and they used to avoid one or two, but now they are directly exchanging injuries for injuries, and they are not afraid of death.

Boom, boom, boom.

Dozens of blades flew up and down around Zhang Xiaohu, and the sound of impact came and went, Zhang Xiaohu was like a leaf in a strong wind, swaying in the circle with the strong wind.

It turned out that he could still fight to a draw, but now the other party suddenly went berserk, and Zhang Xiaohu's pressure increased suddenly, and in just a few clicks, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

The strength was running to the extreme, constantly surging into the body of the gun, and the thunder in front of the tip of the gun continued to erupt in all directions, the muscles of both hands bulged, and the green tendons kept beating.

Zhang Xiaohu rushed left and right in the crowd, a dodge disappeared in place, and quietly appeared next to a great monk, the spear in his hand stabbed out, instantly picked off the opponent's long knife, and went straight to the chest.

The two big monks beside him pounced, and they had been guarding against Zhang Xiaohu for a long time, and before Zhang Xiaohu could fully appear, the blade smashed over.

The great monk who was picked off the blade not only did not dodge, but roared in a low voice, let go of the blade in his hand, turned his body vertically, and rushed towards Zhang Xiaohu, with his hands open, facing the spear, it was death, and he had to drag Zhang Xiaohu down.

If it was before, Zhang Xiaohu would have retreated without thinking about it, and he couldn't fight hard with his opponent, but at this time, he also played a fire, every move was to fight with him, and he had to return from many consecutive attacks in vain, and he couldn't suppress it for a long time.

The left and right knives and hammers hit the body in an instant, even if the thunder quenched the body, they couldn't stand this blow, a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, and the whole person was beaten to a stumbling and fell forward.

The monk in front of him gritted his teeth, and the thunder had already blown his internal organs to pieces, but he was already dead, and he still held on to the spear with both hands, but in his eyes, there was a trace of disbelief, and there was a lot of unwillingness.

The tip of the gun turned, the strength spat out, and with a bang, the great monk exploded into several sections, and Zhang Xiaohu ran forward with the power of the hammer.

"Xiang'er"

Breaking through the encirclement in an instant, he was awakened by a heavy blow, and if he didn't leave at this time, he was afraid it would never be too late.