"Help"

"Run"

"Master, save me"

The thunder flashed, and the spirit witches fled in panic, but the time was too short to escape far, and besides, just now a few people killed the fire dragon, and they all gathered together, this time, it really became a nest.

The dazzling pillars of light, together with the two ends of heaven and earth, a string of electric light and fire snakes jumped around, within a radius of ten meters and so on, everything was burned and melted by high temperatures, and the farther ones were entangled in countless arcs, crackling and crackling, and the smell of burning was everywhere.

The time was short, just a breath or so, and the pillar of light disappeared.

With Xiang'er's strength, she has been brewing for such a long time, in order to take down these spirit witches in one fell swoop, not to kill them, but to hurt them, so the landing point she chose was also in the center of everyone, and none of them were missed, and they were all hit.

A few strange people dressed in tattered strips of cloth, with dark faces, and the smell of meat and green smoke up and down, ran out of the electric light shouting.

Bai Yi looked at the group of people in front of him sluggishly, are they all spirit witches? Is it the extremely weird and difficult spirit witch?

The one in the center, there are only two holes left in the position of the eyes, and every time he takes a step, the rotten meat on his body falls down a little, but he doesn't know it, he runs forward vigorously, and on the ground behind him, a lump of rotten meat, exuding the smell of meat, exuding heat.

The most miserable thing in this is not the one in the middle, those spirit witches with high strength and quick movements, at the moment when the thunder came down, instinctively, they hit the thunder pillar, and one by one the souls attacked the witch decision and faced the thunder.

It's just that they forgot one thing, the heavenly thunder is pure yang, the soul is pure yin, and attacking pure yang with pure yin, and it is heavenly thunder, which is simply looking for death.

The attack just came into contact with the heavenly thunder, and those people invariably covered their heads, the exercises were devoured, their souls were damaged, and their brains were all messed up into paste.

The only good thing is the two spirit witches who sit on the ground and are lazy, because everyone despises them, they refuse to approach, but instead stay on the periphery of the thunder pillar, and a round of electric shocks comes down, and they are the least injured, and now they are the fastest to escape.

Ape Qing rolled up his sleeves and took a step to meet it, what a good opportunity, this is what it means to beat the water dog, this time, the spirit witch team is probably going to be wiped out, the only one, just waiting for Zhang Xiaohu's side.

A streamer of light rushed out from behind a few people, and shot quickly towards the collapsed spirit witch, and the ape green people were just a flower in front of them, and the streamer had already reached that side, compared to the speed of the force witch's running, I don't know how much faster.

The spirit witch at the head reacted quickly, and with a wave of the blade in his hand, he blocked it, and ran wildly with his head down behind him, planning to take advantage of the opportunity of the senior brother's distress to run away quickly.

"Ah......h

The screams stopped abruptly, as if they were blocked in their throats, and the spirit witch who ran in the second looked up and saw a ray of light passing through his eyes, and then, he found himself infinitely taller, on the ground, the senior brother stood still with the handle of the knife, and a stream of blood spurted out of his neck, and then behind, a headless corpse looked so familiar, and the blood was like a pillar, straight into the sky.

Snort.

The streamer pulls out arcs, like beautiful butterflies dancing, but that beauty takes away life and ushers in death.

Blood flowers, with the stroke of the streamer, a string of splashes into the sky, a human head tossed up, except for the first one is pierced, each of the back, was surrounded by a flying sword around the neck, and a head was cut off alive.

The ape and the few people stopped, and in an instant, the spirit witches in front of them who had been hit hard had already dispersed the fire of life, the strongest one, but the first one, and now, still kneeling on the ground, blocking the gushing blood with his hand, but the breath was more than the breath, and he couldn't live for a long time.

Is this the same level?

The ape green people were full of admiration, and sure enough, they were monks with Zhang Xiaohu, and as soon as they made a move, they were fire dragons and thunder pillars, and finally killed six with one sword.

This still doesn't make people live, a few people looked back at Xiang'er, only to feel that their faces were hot and panicked, after so many years of cultivation, they have been refining to a dog, and they can't compare to a female baby.

Xiang'er smiled proudly, stretched out her hand, and the flying sword flew back with a sneer, hovering overhead, swaying, as if even it was proud.

After killing the cruel spirit witch, he suddenly felt better, and his originally flat little face now had a hint of a smile.

Turning her head to look at Brother Xiaohu, who was still fighting, Xiang'er showed a little worry, but in the blink of an eye, she was left behind.

Who is Brother Little Tiger? In Xiang'er's memory, before he could worship him, the Spirit Witch King would also bow down at the feet of Brother Little Tiger.

Xiang'er snorted, no longer paying attention to the battle over there, and slowly walked to the edge of the formation, the bound mortals, the flying sword sacrificed, and wanted to untie these poor people one by one.

Suddenly, the black clouds rolled over the formation, the wind was grinning, and countless miserable howls suddenly appeared, only to see that the mortals who were bound suddenly trembled, and in a few moments, black shadows emerged from the top of their heads and threw themselves straight towards the altar.

"Abominable"

Xiang'er clenched her fists and looked at the Spirit Witch King and waved her arms fiercely.

At this moment, hundreds of mortals who were still moaning and screaming in pain directly lost their voices, lowered their heads, and lost their lives.

Xiang'er gritted her silver teeth and ran quickly towards the surrounding crowd, although there was no formation or anything like that, who could keep the Spirit Witch King from harvesting this side without other strange means?

"Let's go, get out of here"

While running, Xiang'er shouted loudly, and several people in white who reacted also followed, driving the crowd to flee to the foot of the mountain.

Ignorant mortals, although they didn't know why, they also understood that these people had saved their lives, holding the small ones and dragging the big ones, following behind Xiang'er, and quickly evacuating.

The old man of the altar, the Spirit Witch King, didn't pay much attention, but when the crowd was far away, he snorted in a low voice with a gloomy old face.

From the very beginning, the fight between the two was fierce to the point of explosion.

Zhang Xiaohu stirred the spear, wrapped the black thread, and danced with his arms, trying to pull the Spirit Witch King directly from the altar.

The old man at the altar sneered, and with a little crutch in his hand, the black line was like a living thing, and it grew in an instant, like a spider spinning silk.

The black line waved forward, and it broke free from the spear in a flash, and the thin line one by one, raised its head, the sharp thread was like a steel needle, and shot it with a sneer, and the sky was full of black shadows, and there was cold light everywhere, blocking the little tiger up and down, left and right, and there was no other way but to retreat.

But who is Zhang Xiaohu, he is no longer the little hunter who just came out of the mountain, he has seen a lot of such scenes.

The strength surged, and the thunder suddenly appeared.

A series of arcs of lightning flashed out from the tip of the spear and struck in all directions, and the black lines that shrouded it, when they touched the arc, turned into puffs of green smoke and dissipated directly.

Using the power of thunder to fight against the spirit witch technique, this is a countermeasure that Zhang Xiaohu has thought about for a long time, the only bad thing is that he is far away from the spirit witch king, but it only breaks up the black line, and it does not affect the spirit witch king, although the effect is good, but it also makes him prepared.

The Spirit Witch King snorted, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The backlash of the exercises, even to the level of the Witch King, is just as inevitable.

The soul exercise is different from others, it hurts people invisibly, but it can be damaged, and it is also invisible.

Before the two had any contact, they had already decided a round of winners and losers.

Zhang Xiaohu shook his arms, shook the spear, jumped up in the air, and the spear was a stab, and the wind and thunder roared.

The Witch King half-narrowed his eyes, lifted the cane in his hand, and paused on the altar a few times.

Aggressive.

Circles of invisible ripples, centered on him, continued to spread around, if it weren't for Zhang Xiaohu's strong spirit, he wouldn't have seen any changes at all.

Vigilance is sudden, but the gun has been pierced and cannot be changed, and this attack, unheard of, and there is no way to defend against it.

Zhang Xiaohu's heart was horizontal, and he wrapped his whole body with that strength, and his qi and blood were constantly stimulated, and that's all he could do, and the rest could only be blessed by God.

The ripples were encountered in an instant, the strength penetrated directly, there was no barrier at all, the qi and blood seemed to have no existence, and the invincible protective weapon had no effect in front of the ripples, Zhang Xiaohu collided with his body like a child without clothes.

Shake.

Zhang Xiaohu only had one feeling, as if his soul had been shaken out of his body.

The ripples pass through the body and go straight into the soul, and the god after refining the god is the soul into the body, that is to say, there is no more virtual point to hide, the body is the soul, the soul is the body, this touch, the soul shakes, and it is better than the sonic attack that was received at the beginning.

The soul was shocked, the strength was out of control, Zhang Xiaohu fell to the ground with a bang, and the formation paved with jade was thrown out of a big pit.

The Spirit Witch King laughed wildly, and the cane in his hand was beaten again, and a puff of black smoke rose from the head of the cane, and in the middle of the air, a fanged ghost face, hideously sticking out of the black smoke, grinning and about to pounce on the Spirit Witch King.

"Don't do it yet"

The Spirit Witch King was on crutches and glared coldly.

The fanged ghost shrank back in fear, turned his head to look at Zhang Xiaohu, poured out all the monstrous anger, opened his mouth and roared silently, and pounced with a puff of black smoke.

Zhang Xiaohu coughed a few times, propped up his arm from the ground, shook his head, and shook off the dizziness hard, at this moment, a monster suddenly came to him in the corner of his eye, his heart tightened, the cold hair on his back stood upside down, and as soon as he grasped the spear, his strength surged into it like a river, and the light at the tip of the spear lit up, and in an instant, a huge ball of light shrouded him.

The thunder that hit the opponent in the past hit him directly on himself this time.

Countless arcs of electricity jumped and scurried on his body, crackling, the power of heaven and earth acted on his body, Zhang Xiaohu's hand was weak, and he lay on the ground again.