The energy continued to converge in the palms, and gradually, the hands seemed to be wearing a thin layer of golden gloves.

Zhang Xiaohu still had his eyes closed, standing still as if he was frozen, supporting his front with both hands left and right, and attacking with defense, which was an excellent way to deal with this strange body method.

A faint blood mist was everywhere, enveloping the space within a radius of a hundred meters, and the Blood Witch King was hidden in the blood mist, constantly changing its position.

The little tiger seemed to be motionless, but his hands seemed to protect all the gaps, so he couldn't do it.

Stretching out and retracting again and again, the Blood Witch King finally lost his patience, he didn't believe that the attack that could burst in front of him could be avoided by reacting, and this kind of attack was still an attack that could not be touched.

The blood mist rippled slightly, and several blood thorns poked their heads out of the blood mist, and a trace of cold light flashed, and they grabbed down fiercely.

Zhang Xiaohu had already prepared, and as soon as he appeared here, he reflexively kicked over, leaned back, and avoided this grab.

"Boom"

The Blood Witch King laughed, and instantly exploded into a blood mist and dissipated.

Zhang Xiaohu kicked into the air, feeling uncomfortable in his heart, and behind him, a few blood thorns poked out again, and he grabbed them again.

Like a maggot attached to the bone, tightly wrapped around him, hit and missed, dodged and couldn't dodge, Zhang Xiaohu attacked several times in a row, only to get kicked in the air again and again, the strength in the body was repeatedly disordered, and he felt very sad, he couldn't help but let out a long howl, his arms danced wildly, and he didn't care if he hit or not, he just wanted to be able to get rid of the depression in his heart.

The Blood Witch King was like a cloud, circling around Zhang Xiaohu non-stop, and strings of smug laughter echoed in the valley.

The ten blood thorns in his hand kept dancing, like blooming flowers, and with his rotation, they outlined a bewitching band of light in the blood mist, but they spit out a cold light, ready to pounce on it and take a bite at any time.

Zhang Xiaohu's wheezing intensified, and he stopped his hands dancing wildly, although he consumed a lot of strength, he was able to soothe and stabilize his strength, which was worth it more than anything else.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled, Zhang Xiaohu looked at the Blood Witch King and laughed, the guy who can't fight, if, just now, the Blood Witch King forcibly attacked, he was already in a disordered strength, where is there how much parrying power, this guy who only knows how to use that weird method to attack and kill, and the means are too simple, below, I'm afraid it will be my turn.

Zhang Xiaohu, who almost completely understood the methods of the Blood Witch King, was full of confidence in his heart, fighting, either killing with one blow, or hiding hole cards, both of which were lost, and I am afraid that it would not be far from defeat.

The Blood Witch King looked at Zhang Xiaohu, his body gradually faded, this time he chose to dissipate directly, blood thorns, can appear anytime and anywhere.

Zhang Xiaohu closed his eyes and meditated, every place in the valley was in his perception, especially the one-meter range around him, which was his top priority, here, the perception was almost condensed into substance, and a fine grain of dust drifted by, all sketched in his heart.

The disordered blood mist behind him was instantly noticed by Zhang Xiaohu, but he was motionless, until the blood thorn poked out of it and grabbed him by the neck, he only turned the side of his head, and his hand popped out like iron tongs, grabbing the blood thorn that stabbed him.

The strength on the palm of his hand is like a pair of golden gloves, protecting his palm tightly, the sharp stabbing blade did not bring any harm to Zhang Xiaohu, the blood thorn that no one dared to touch, the first time, was caught in his hand.

Zhang Xiaohu opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed the blood thorn with his left hand, retreated with his right hand, and then punched out.

The fist as big as a sand bowl quickly enlarged in the eyes of the Blood Witch King, and then magnified.

He didn't expect to be caught at all, and after being stunned for a moment, Zhang Xiaohu was instantly hit with anger.

The fist wind was raging, sweeping away the surrounding blood mist, and the howling wind blew his eyes so hard that he could barely open them, and his hair was messed up.

The blood thorn was clutched tightly, and the Blood Witch King struggled for a few struggles but couldn't break free.

This is not like the ordinary blade that can be let go, this blood thorn grows in his hand, and it is one with him, how to let him go.

What he is most proud of is this blood thorn, made of his own fingernails, which can usually be collected in the body, popped out when needed, extremely sharp, sharpened like clay, and even more powerful, the blood thorn is connected to his body, as long as the blood thorn hurts the other party, the blood sucked can be directly absorbed by him, and he doesn't want other blood blades, and it takes time to slowly refine it after devouring the blood, which does not play a helpful role in the battle.

The unique skill, that is, the most favored apprentice, has not learned, but at this moment, he regretted it, regretted why he made his nails into blood thorns.

The fist is rapidly enlarged, and if you don't dodge, I'm afraid that the skull will crack and the brain will burst.

The Blood Witch King's heart was ruthless, his palm turned, and with the sound of cracking with a click, the Blood Witch King snorted, and then turned into a cloud of blood mist, dissipating away.

At the moment of dissipation, the fist struck, and the blood mist rippled before disappearing.

Zhang Xiaohu looked down at a few blood thorns with blood, snorted, threw them to the ground hard, snorted a few times, the sharp blood spurs were under Zhang Xiaohu's throwing force, I don't know how much dirt it penetrated, even his perception, it couldn't be detected, the only thing was that there were only a few small gaps left on the ground.

He couldn't help but be careless, this kind of practice of growing blades from his body was the first time he had seen it, coupled with the fact that the blood witch was unpredictable, who knew if he could put this blood thorn back again, and the results that he had finally obtained could not be easily lost.

"You, you, you, I'm going to kill you"

The Blood Witch King appeared not far away, his left hand tightly holding his injured right hand, and his five fingers were still dripping blood.

His body was a little bent, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and he was a little slower to dodge just now, but the fist wind still hit him.

As the saying goes, ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the injuries caused by the fist wind are nothing compared to the injuries of the fingers.

The Blood Witch King was not only heartbroken, but even more sad was his five blood thorns that had been with him for I didn't know how many years he had been with and had been tempered countless times.

It's like a part of his finger extended, the blood is still dripping down, he can't stop, his heart hurts together, and he summons it with secret methods several times, but the blood thorn that was thrown away by Zhang Xiaohu didn't react at all.

The Blood Witch King looked at the small holes on the ground, stayed for a long time, and raised his head and roared at Zhang Xiaohu.

"Okay, I'm here, come on"

Zhang Xiaohu was in a good mood, stretched out his finger and hooked it, and said provocatively.

"Ah......h

The Blood Witch King roared into the sky, and his endless momentum soared outward, and the ground was filled with rocks, and a puff of smoke and dust rose into the sky.

With the momentum, the tip of the right finger, the blood thorn gradually began to emerge outward, but it only grew to about an inch, and it could no longer be stretched out.

The Blood Witch King's eyes were red, his hands were in front of his eyes and he looked at it again, the muscles on his face twisted together, he could no longer keep his composure, he roared wildly and rushed forward, the blood thorn in his left hand grabbed from top to bottom, setting off a series of sneering sounds that broke the air.

The speed was amazing, and the blood thorn became thicker and longer, and the bright red color evolved into jet black, and there was still a faint golden blood light of Zhang Xiaohu on it.

The trapped beast was still fighting, Zhang Xiaohu did not choose to resist hard, but took half a step back, avoiding the edge for the time being.

Blood thorns whistled in front of him, and the bitter wind and the pungent smell of blood kept blowing.

Zhang Xiaohu stepped forward as soon as he retreated, his right fist clenched, and hit the Blood Witch King the cheek, there are comings and goings, that is the way of friends.

To his surprise, the Blood Witch King instantly turned into a blood mist and dispersed, and this punch hit the empty space again.

Zhang Xiaohu toed a little, and the person rushed forward, either in front or behind, this routine, he was already familiar with it, and he couldn't be more familiar with it.

Sure enough, as soon as he jumped out, five blood thorns stretched out from the blood mist behind him, sneered, and slashed across the place where Zhang Xiaohu had stayed.

The Blood Witch King snorted, got out of the blood mist, and chased after him quickly, without grabbing a few holes in Zhang Xiaohu's body, he couldn't hold down this breath.

Zhang Xiaohu had just landed on his front foot, and the blood thorn behind him was already approaching the back of the heart, and the speed of the Blood Witch King was even faster than Zhang Xiaohu.

Inhaling and turning around, Zhang Xiaohu was in one go, looking at the blood thorn that was about to reach his body, without any panic, he suddenly opened his mouth and roared at the Blood Witch King.

"Ha ......"

The sound wave was like a hammer struck, and the blood thorn sank into the mire, stabbing forward with difficulty for less than an inch, and then reversing with a bang.

The Blood Witch King's eyes were dark, and his mind was as chaotic as a river and a sea, and a huge bloody body was beaten by the huge waves, swaying, cracking, and constantly forming.

Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, Zhang Xiaohu will not pity it.

Striding out, he pinched the neck of the Blood Witch King with one hand, and the strength in his body surged out, wrapping the Blood Witch King tightly, winding around it like a fishing net, and a fist as big as a sand bowl fell with a bang, hitting the head hard.

One punch, two punches.

The Blood Witch King's head was covered in blood, and his skull didn't know how many cracks had opened.

"Ah......h

struggled desperately, wanting to turn into a blood mist to dodge the heavy blow, but Zhang Xiaohu had already expected this, and when he made a move, he wrapped it with his strength and strangled it tightly like a zongzi.

A thick mist of blood rolled in the energy, but there was not a single gap to escape.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't bother to care where the head was and where the tail was, he held it down with one hand, and hit it hard with the other.

Boom, boom, boom.

With each blow, the blood mist faded a little, and every blow brought a scream.

Zhang Xiaohu became more and more energetic, bigger and more excited, the fist fell like raindrops, and the few people in the distance were stunned.

This, this is too ferocious, Bai Yi swallowed his saliva, this round of fists down, is there a human form underneath?

Yun'er clapped her little hands, cheering and shouting desperately, her little face was flushed, if it weren't for Xiang'er hugging her tightly, she would have run over and hugged Zhang Xiaohu and kissed her.