"Quick, Hurry Up Altar Attack"

The only remaining Spirit Witch King ran to the altar in a hurry, shouting frantically as he walked, completely forgetting the appearance of despising the Blood Witch King just now. For more up-to-date chapters, visit: ШЩЩ.(7)(9)XS.сОМ.

The hair was scattered at some point, and the cloak was scattered, and the pale face looked like a ghost.

The Blood Witch King followed closely and ran away, but after experiencing a violent beating, his speed had slowed down a lot, and with the little time he had to push away the dead Spirit Witch King's 'wave' fee, he was more than a hundred meters behind the Spirit Witch King just by starting.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't stop at all, he chased after the Blood Witch King with one step, his left hand reached out, and pressed it on the shoulder of the Blood Witch King, his five fingers were like hooks, firmly clamping the Blood Witch King, no matter how he struggled, he was steady.

The right hand clenched his fist and struck at the heart of the Blood Witch Queen, the fist was like a hammer, slamming on the body, and in an instant, more than ten punches were punched out.

The strength pierced through the flesh like silk, penetrating deep into the Blood Witch King's internal organs, and then spreading out inside, stirring everything up.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Blood 'flowers' splashed, in front of the Blood Witch King's chest, a bowl-sized hole appeared, every time it exploded, a large amount of blood 'flesh' was sprayed, taking away the only remaining vitality of the Blood Witch King, more than ten punches were more than ten holes, and when the sound stopped, the Blood Witch King's entire 'chest' and abdomen almost disappeared, and between the holes and the holes, only a little skin 'flesh' was connected, and the only thing that looked intact was the spine.

The Blood Witch King lowered his head, looked at himself blankly, and raised his head again in the middle of a sound, looking at his companion at the altar in the distance, his lips moved a few times, he wanted to speak, but he couldn't say it anymore, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he fell into boundless darkness.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't pay much attention, and after the fist was struck, he let go of his left hand and continued to chase the fleeing Spirit Witch King.

The power that was constantly accumulating over there made him vigilant, and coupled with the power emanating from the old man on the altar, he knew that if he couldn't go one step faster and kill the Spirit Witch King before he arrived, he would probably be difficult to do again.

The speed was fast and fast, but the Spirit Witch King had already fled early, and when he killed the Blood Witch King and then chased after him, he couldn't catch up again.

Zhang Xiaohu stopped and looked at the altar silently, over there, the two people had already gathered together, and the fleeing Spirit Witch King was looking back fiercely at this time, his eyes were full of killing intent.

Before 'touching' the power of this altar, Zhang Xiaohu didn't plan to attack rashly, he had been on this continent for so long, from the mouths of a few people in white, he had already known that the altar was helpful to witches, the two witch kings, plus a complete altar, was not something he could beat down at will.

The old Blood Witch King's face was calm, and the moment the Spirit Witch King escaped, the crutches that he had been holding in his hand were lifted and stomped heavily on the altar.

Duh.

Above the altar, a figure more than two meters tall gradually appeared, the golden helmet and golden armor, shining, where the 'exposed' came out, the face and hands that were not covered by the armor were painted with power witch runes, and a huge mace 'stick' was held in his hand, and when the figure was completely condensed, a pair of empty 'hole' eyes slowly opened.

"Kill him, kill him quickly"

The Spirit Witch King pointed at Zhang Xiaohu frantically and shouted loudly.

The appearance of the altar guard gave him full confidence, and it was really difficult to understand the hatred in his heart for this enemy who drove him to flee like a rabbit.

The old blood witch king grinned strangely, pointed forward with the cane in his hand, and faced Zhang Xiaohu hovering in the sky from afar, the golden-armored guard got the order, and took a step, and the mace 'stick' in his hand brought a gust of wind and smashed down on Zhang Xiaohu's head.

As soon as the golden-armored guards over there moved, Zhang Xiaohu retreated violently.

The rising momentum and the wind brought by the dancing mace 'stick' all made Zhang Xiaohu feel invincible, and he retreated without thinking too much.

Rumble.

The ground was bombarded by the aftermath, and a huge crater appeared in front of me, and the rubble flew everywhere, and the smoke and dust billowed out.

There was only Zhang Xiaohu in the eyes of the golden-armored guards, and as soon as he took a step, he caught up and swept over with a 'stick'.

In the sky, the 'chaotic' stone remnants and bricks that were 'excited' were flying everywhere, colliding with each other, and those materials that were not strong enough had turned into dust at the moment of bombardment, and what remained now were extremely hard existences.

The wolftooth 'stick' swept through the air, and those residual existences were swept away by the wolf's tooth 'stick', and they flew towards Zhang Xiaohu faster than a meteor.

Zhang Xiaohu was retreating, but the flying stone was much faster than him, and the dense attack, the rain generally came, and he wanted to dodge, but when he saw it, it was too late.

The strength filled the whole body in an instant, and the strength was great, and there was like an extra golden armor guard in mid-air, shining with golden light.

Bang bang bang.

The flying stone hit Zhang Xiaohu's body at the moment when the strength bloomed, except for trying his best to leap and dodge, Zhang Xiaohu had no other way, and the rest of those who couldn't dodge could only rely on their bodies to resist.

The strength is shining, the power witch runes in the body are also shining under the skin, the qi and blood are boiling, and the body is harder than the magic weapon, but Zhang Xiaohu is not sure whether he can withstand the blow of this 'wave'.

The streamer kept flying by, Zhang Xiaohu jumped up and down left and right, moving his body, dodging the flying stones, but the flying stones were too dense, even if he did, it was impossible to completely dodge them.

The flying stone remnants that remained in the bombardment were unimaginably hard, but such an existence, after colliding with Zhang Xiaohu's body, directly turned into a cloud of smoke and dust, and the huge incomparable power contained in the mace 'stick' after being hit exploded at this moment.

The golden light was even more abundant, and the golden 'colored' blood splashed out of the body, condensing into blood 'flowers' in mid-air.

More than a dozen unavoidable flying stone remnants hit the body, except for the white fish vest on the body, the place protected by the white fish vest was only bruised and cracked, and those parts that were 'naked' and 'exposed' without protection, and were blocked by strength and runes, and were punched out of small holes almost one centimeter deep.

Zhang Xiaohu carefully avoided the vital parts, and the injured places, in addition to the hands protected in front of the 'chest', were the 'legs' with thicker 'flesh', five or six blood holes, and he snorted in pain, and continued to retreat with staggering steps.

The huge force was all transmitted to his body in the impact, don't look at the formation of a few blood holes, but the power did not dissipate, but kept raging in his body, tearing the muscles and flesh of the injured part, and bombarding the inside of the body.

With such a collision, even the hard flying stones and remnants of bricks couldn't withstand it, and only a pervert like Zhang Xiaohu took it after only paying a little minor injury.

The person staggered back in the air, the strength was running rapidly in the body, the qi and blood kept repairing the wounds suffered by the body, and when the golden armor guards arrived at him, the residual power had been dispersed, and only the blood hole still existed, looking scary, but it was no longer hindered.

The strong repair ability of the alchemist is extremely effective in the battle, as long as it is not very heavy damage, as long as there is time, turn his back, he can continue to fight, and if he wants to win, unless it is a 'sex' that knocks him down.

The mace 'stick' swept over, and the eyes of the gold-armored guards were empty, like machines.

The strong wind blew in his face, Zhang Xiaohu's body staggered back, and although the flying stone hit didn't bring him much damage, it greatly prevented him from retreating.

Seeing that he couldn't retreat, Zhang Xiaohu sighed lightly, turned his palm, and the Thunder Fire Dragon Spear reappeared in front of him, he didn't have so much courage, and dared to use his palms to catch the wolf's tooth 'stick'.

The sharp nails are cast on the mace, and from a distance, you can see the cold light flashing on the sharpness.

The mace 'stick' was thick and big, so that Zhang Xiaohu had no place to hide, and before he reached the front, the strong wind blew his face out of shape.

The spear was in the rung, barely in front of the mace, and with a low roar in his mouth, the muscles and flesh of his arms quickly bulged, his body leaned forward, and his feet arched apart.

Boom.

A huge sound exploded in the air, and the terrifying shock 'wave' and 'flesh' spread visibly in all directions, and the golden 'color' light in the air didn't even resist at the moment of contact with the mace', and smashed directly to the ground.

At the moment of contact, the Thunder Fire Dragon Spear quickly bent up, and under the heavy blow of the mace', it almost became a bow.

The hands holding the spear were drenched in blood, the tiger's mouth was torn, the arms were trembling weakly under the bombardment, and the bow-shaped double 'legs' couldn't stop the huge power that kept coming, Zhang Xiaohu couldn't parry it at all, just like a softball, he was hit into the ground by a 'stick'.

The soil is like tofu, it can't stop him from falling at all, the huge power contained in his body exploded directly on the ground, a huge deep 'hole' appeared in front of him, the rubble flew into the sky, and the force of the explosion burned the deep 'hole' around it into a glass shape.

Zhang Xiaohu lay down weakly, his mouth kept spitting blood, and the spear was horizontal in front of his 'chest', buzzing and trembling.

This heavy blow directly injured the internal organs, the ribs cracked one by one, that is, the bones of both arms, were full of cracks, and the heavy injury was not enough, but it also made him injured a lot.

The most terrifying thing was that he had already seen that above the deep 'hole', the gold-armored guard was chasing after him, and the mace 'stick' in his hand was raised high, and his gaze was still the same empty 'hole', but it gave people a feeling of fear.

The golden-armored guard roared silently in mid-air, his arms turned, and the mace 'stick' danced in a circle in mid-air, and then the man followed the 'stick' and smashed down like a gust of wind.

Traces of white smoke evaporated from the surface of the deep 'hole', which was caused by the high temperature of the explosion, and in an instant, the surface of the ground was burned into glass.

Zhang Xiaohu lay on the glass, staring at the golden armor guards tightly, nervously calculating the distance between them.