"Be careful"

Just before Xiang'er's divine sense swept to the demon king, Zhang Xiaohu suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the demon king.

Knowing that there is a demon king here, Zhang Xiaohu has long been vigilant, but he has not sensed it, and he thought that after this year or two, the demon king has left here, who knows that it appeared inexplicably in the induction, and it is still so advanced.

Zhang Xiaohu took a step forward, blocked in front of the two, waved the heavy sword in his hand, and slashed heavily in the direction where the demon king pounced.

The Demon King pounced on the three of them at the moment when Xiang'er's divine sense swept it.

Don't look at this demon king, he usually stands and walks, but when he really runs, he falls on all fours, and his running speed is as fast as lightning.

Looking at the sword that Zhang Xiaohu slashed into, the demon king did not dodge.

If you dodge, the momentum accumulated along the way will be lost.

If it was still Zhang Xiaohu back then, this demon king would not care about it at all, and it could be solved casually, but now it also sees the difference between Zhang Xiaohu, but it is like a huge torch in the night, which attracts it even more.

If it was only for fun that Zhang Xiaohu and a few people were attacked before, now it is for Zhang Xiaohu's blood.

A year or two has passed, not only Zhang Xiaohu is improving, this demon king has also walked to the edge of promotion, and one step further, it is the apex of the demon beast, the demon emperor, but if you want to take this step, you need too much energy, hunting all the demon kings around, and just standing on the edge, just short of this last step, how can you not take a step, this time I saw Zhang Xiaohu, the demon king knows that his fate has arrived, if he still lets go like last time, then I don't know how long it will take to advance.

picked up a boulder on the ground and slapped it heavily on the heavy sword that Zhang Xiaohu had chopped.

It's just an ordinary stone, where can withstand the slash of the heavy sword, and it will instantly turn into a cloud of rubble.

Two giant claws pierced out of the rubble and pressed on Zhang Xiaohu's shoulder, and then the demon king appeared, opening his mouth to bite off.

"Good time"

Zhang Xiaohu was already on guard, shouted, lowered his body, shrugged forward with his left shoulder, and crashed into the arms of the demon king with his head down.

Today's Zhang Xiaohu is no longer the Zhang Xiaohu of the past, not to mention the later stage of refining, just the various secret skills learned along the way have more than doubled Zhang Xiaohu's strength, and all kinds of tricks are also at his fingertips.

A burst of energy flashed on Zhang Xiaohu's shoulder, and with a loud bang, Zhang Xiaohu took a few steps back to gain a firm foothold, and the demon king was thrown back for more than ten meters, and rolled on the ground a few times before he got up.

The demon king bared his teeth, his mouth was full of blood, and his appearance was extremely hideous.

It's just that the demon king's chest has obviously collapsed, and his breath is a little unstable.

Raising his head and roaring vigorously to the sky, he expressed his anger in his heart, and the birds all over the mountain flew into the air and fled into the distance with their chirps.

The demon king had red eyes, his hands were beating his chest, and he made a banging sound, completely ignoring the injuries that had been severely injured by Zhang Xiaohu just now, and saw that the hearts of several people on the side were secretly jumping, for fear that this time he would slap himself to death.

With the roar and slapping, the demon king's body swelled, looking almost half the size, and rushed over again, but the speed was much slower, and the movements were more calm.

With the sound of rumbling footsteps and the smoke and dust rising behind him, the fierce light in the eyes of the demon king became more and more vigorous, and in a blink of an eye, he came to Zhang Xiaohu, raised the big slap of the pu fan, and slapped it with one palm.

Zhang Xiaohu suddenly got up, put away the heavy sword in his hand, clenched his fist, and punched out the slap.

The wind stopped, the sound was quiet, and everything seemed to be still.

The tall demon king stretched out his palm, and his fist as big as a sand bowl stood still under the palm, looking so incongruous, like an elephant stepping down but being held up by an ant.

Xiang'er on the side sacrificed the flying sword, pinched the law in his hand, and stared closely at the changes in the field, the small basin clenched his fists even more, ready to rush forward at any time, but the two of them also knew that their strength was limited, and they didn't dare to move until the last moment.

was originally like a sculpture of a person and a demon, but gradually changed.

First, the snort became heavier and heavier, as if someone was pulling the bellows, snorting, getting louder and louder.

The demon king's face became more and more hideous, and he leaned forward, not only with the strength of his palm, but also with the weight of his body.

Under the palm of his hand, the green tendons of Zhang Xiaohu's arms rose one by one, and the mountain rocks under his feet could no longer withstand the huge pressure.

Beads of sweat flowed down Zhang Xiaohu's head, it was just a moment of fun, but he didn't expect it to suddenly become the current situation.

Finally, the palm began to move, pressing down little by little, and Zhang Xiaohu's arm slowly began to bend.

Xiang'er and Xiaopanzi on the side were a little anxious, so they wanted to come forward to help.

Zhang Xiaohu, who was aware of the intention of the two, turned his head back and glared at the two, and after stopping the two, he suddenly took a deep breath and shouted.

"Up"

With this shout, Zhang Xiaohu's whole body was boiling, like a raging hurricane, the muscles of his whole body bulged one by one, although he did not become tall, but he was more than twice as thick, his arms were as thick as his usual thighs, and the whole person turned into a humanoid monster.

The fist slammed out, and the palm that was originally pressed down flew out in an instant, and the demon king Tengteng took a few steps back before stabilizing his body.

The demon king looked at Zhang Xiaohu in disbelief, it turned out that the little bug that could be killed with a slap, but he didn't expect it to grow to this point, just now he thought he had the upper hand, but who knew that the other party didn't use all his strength at all.

I wanted to retreat, but looking at Zhang Xiaohu's rising qi and blood, the demon king was a little reluctant.

Zhang Xiaohu saw the demon king's hesitant expression at a glance, last time he almost caused him and Li Yunlong to hang up, this time it would give it a chance to escape, and he waved his fist towards the demon king.

The demon king was hesitant, but Zhang Xiaohu pounced, and the demon king clearly saw the look of contempt in Zhang Xiaohu's eyes.

The overlord of this area, the symbol of the demon beasts, when has he seen such a look in the eyes of his opponent, where is there any hesitation, he roared and pounced, at this time it is no longer a question of whether to advance or not, now it is a battle of dignity.

The first fight was still a little restrained, and now the two of them are completely letting go, unreleasing their qi and blood without reservation, and attacking with all their might.

Zhang Xiaohu leaned back, dodged the Demon King's grasp, and flew up and hit the Demon King's lower abdomen.

The demon king shot out like a cannonball, and he didn't know how many towering trees he had destroyed along the way, and as soon as he got up, Zhang Xiaohu had already chased him to his side, raised his foot and lifted it again.

The demon king roared angrily, lowered his head to bear the heavy kick, but slapped Zhang Xiaohu hard.

The rough-skinned and thick-skinned demon king shook his head vigorously, gasped for a few breaths, and chased after Zhang Xiaohu, who had been beaten away.

Zhang Xiaohu tried his best to stabilize his body, and as soon as he landed, the chasing demon king pounced.

Suddenly grabbed one of the demon king's arms with both hands, Zhang Xiaohu shouted, lifted the demon king alive, and fell heavily to the ground.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't wait for the demon king to get up, and pounced on the demon king is a blow.

The demon king rolled hard and dodged to the side, Zhang Xiaohu's punch hit the mountain rock hard, and the gravel splashed, almost piercing his arm.

Taking advantage of the moment when Zhang Xiaohu's arm was restricted, the demon king pounced on him from the side and hugged Zhang Xiaohu with open arms.

With a roar, the demon king held Zhang Xiaohu in his arms, and with a squeeze of his hands, the bones on Zhang Xiaohu's body were strangled and clicked.

Zhang Xiaohu struggled hard, but his hands were clamped, and the strength of the demon king was not much different from him, and he couldn't break free for a while.

Seeing that the hoop was getting tighter and tighter, and he couldn't even breathe, Zhang Xiaohu lowered his head and hit the demon king with a head.

The demon king snorted, standing a little unsteadily, Zhang Xiaohu took advantage of the demon king's dizziness, and hit the demon king's head with a few hammers, bang.

The demon king couldn't bear it any longer, let go of his hands, took a few steps back, covered his face and squatted on the ground, and kept shaking his head.

Zhang Xiaohu, who was freed, was also powerless to pursue, bending over and panting heavily, his forehead was red and swollen, and he really killed a thousand enemies and lost eight hundred.

After a while, the demon king came to his senses, and looked at Zhang Xiaohu coldly, the fierce light in his eyes was even stronger, but his face was full of blood, and he looked even more hideous.

One person and one demon looked at each other coldly, no one took the initiative to attack, and the scene fell into a stalemate for a while.

It's just that the boiling blood on both sides is like a gust of wind, which makes the surrounding leaves rustle.

Finally, the demon king couldn't bear it anymore, roared to the sky, and rushed towards Zhang Xiaohu.

The two figures mixed together, bang, bang, the sound of hitting the flesh kept coming, occasionally the figures separated, but it was the one who was knocked away, but before he could see who it was, the figure pounced back like lightning, and became entangled again.

The two of Xiang'er on the side were already stunned, and they couldn't tell which one was Zhang Xiaohu and which one was the demon king.

At the beginning, there were still tricks to speak of, but at this time, the two of them seemed to be on fire, and if they could prevent it, they would be able to prevent it, and if they couldn't prevent it, they would endure it, where would there be any dodge, you punched me and kicked me, and the fight was extremely tragic.

The battlefield kept moving, and in a blink of an eye, it was a few miles away, and the place where it passed was a mess, and the towering trees fell one by one, and the rock formations on the ground were completely cracked, and in some places there were even stone pits one by one.

Suddenly, a person and a demon stopped, standing still more than ten meters apart from each other.

Xiang'er rushed over to take a look, and tears flowed down instantly.

Where is the little tiger brother I know, his face is bruised and swollen, there is almost no human shape, his body is blue and purple, there are blood stains everywhere, the original treasure clothes on his body have long been tattered, and they have become a few strips of cloth hanging on his waist, and his body keeps shaking, as if he is going to fall down in the next moment.

The demon king was also extremely miserable, the original black and shiny hair was full of blood, the arm was even stranger twisted, his chest was sinking, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth, but the fierce light was still there, staring at Zhang Xiaohu fiercely.

"Little Tiger Brother"

Xiang'er cried and pounced, and the flying sword shot at the demon king like lightning.