Rumble.

The earth shook, Guangyuan City trembled a few times, and countless monks rushed out to check.

A huge pit appeared, and inside, Zhang Xiaohu lay motionless, his chest collapsed, blood soaked all over his body, and he could only breathe out but not intake.

"Little Tiger Brother"

Xiang'er stayed for a moment, with a crying voice, and quickly caught up, her feet seemed to be weak, and the ground became soft.

"Adversary, it's my turn, uncle, let's die"

The Han Dynasty has been gaining momentum for a long time, and with a round of the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, a piece of sword light fell from the sky.

Don't look at Zhang Xiaohu lying in the pit and looking miserable, but these injuries are nothing to a body refining cultivator, as long as he is given time to repair, after a while, he will be alive and well, so he has to take advantage of his illness to kill him, cut off his head, and see what he can do.

In mid-air, Yan Biao gasped and laughed.

Unexpectedly, the life of the demon fell into the hands of his brothers, although the reward was nothing, but this head, and then the life of the demon, was a lot louder.

Thinking about going out in the future, the people next to me secretly said, 'The two brothers who killed the devil', haha, it looks so cool.

The round of mad demon slashing just now, about to go to the spirit of almost all of Biao's body, and was penetrated by the cracked treasure knife through several holes, Biao Biao was only barely standing in mid-air at this time, but the devil looked like this, and it seemed that he was about to be in the hands of his brother, Biao, and he was not in a hurry to heal, he wanted to see the fate of the devil with his own eyes.

The sword light was sharp, and it was still in mid-air, and the smoke and dust and gravel rising from the pit were blown away by the strong wind, revealing Zhang Xiaohu who was dying inside.

The strong wind pressed down, Zhang Xiaohu reluctantly moved, and wanted to sit up, but he was pressed and couldn't move.

"Brother Little Tiger, don't"

Xiang'er's feet were soft, she knelt on the ground, tears flowed down, she wanted to step forward, but she didn't know where she ran away, she cried twice, struggled, and staggered forward.

In mid-air, the man looked proud, and even people with knives came with a roar.

The demon below seemed to have given up the struggle, closed his eyes, and waited for the last moment as if he were fated.

Suddenly, the man's heart was beating, and a great danger went straight to his heart.

At this time, the demon below suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him coldly, with a full battle intent in his eyes.

The mouth opened and inhaled, and the surrounding air rolled into the mouth, and the surrounding air seemed to be emptied by him, like a vacuum in the starry sky.

Blood, with the action of the devil's inhalation, kept coming out, and the hole penetrated by the fragments of the broken treasure knife also shot out a column of blood at this time, just as he inhaled and his chest swelled, under his body, a pool of blood instantly formed.

Watching all this happen, although he didn't understand what the situation was, he also guessed that it was definitely a big move, otherwise, he would not rather be injured and injured, but at this time, he was exhausted, and there was no way out.

Seeing that the distance between the knife light and the light was only a few meters, Zhang Xiaohu finally stopped inhaling, and what followed was a breath of breath erupting, and the sound was left behind.

The air mass, colliding with the knife light, was silent.

The man tried hard to urge the long knife in his hand, but found that he only cut a small half, and then he couldn't move anymore, and the man and the knife stopped in mid-air, trying to let go and escape, but his body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.

Then, a buzzing sound exploded in his ears, and his souls were stunned, and the strings of little stars in his eyes suddenly seemed to be where he was.

Zhang Xiaohu moved, slapped his hands on the ground, and the whole person rushed out of the pit, but as soon as he left the ground, the fist as big as a sand bowl went straight to the man.

Rumble.

Under the punch, the man's tears and snot flowed straight out, and the strength of his whole body was dispersed by this punch, and the strength poured into his body with the fist, turning wherever the pain was, and the muscles and bone marrow kept stirring.

"Not good"

Yan Biao found that it was not good, and he couldn't care about his body, so he rushed desperately.

is a cunning devil, and he thought he had fallen into the trap, but he didn't expect that it was his two brothers who fell into the trap.

Xiang'er stopped, covered her mouth and laughed silently, tears still hanging on her face.

The ups and downs are too unbearable.

One punch, dissipating 10,000 pieces of strength.

Zhang Xiaohu smiled, and countless fist shadows appeared, bang, bang, like punching sandbags, punching to the flesh, and fighting non-stop.

The man who was arrogant just now, intending to smash the devil with a knife, is now like a dead dog, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue, and is fixed in the air by Zhang Xiaohu, constantly slamming him.

"Want it?"

Zhang Xiaohu's fists didn't stop, but the corners of his eyes kept staring at the Dian Biao above, seeing him coming, he stopped, suddenly kicked the Dian Han over.

The hurried Dian Biao was stunned, hurriedly stopped, opened his hands, and was about to catch the Dian Han, but he never thought that at this moment, the Dian Han suddenly exploded in front of his eyes, and the flesh and blood splashed his head and face, and there were still several strings of intestines hanging on his neck.

It turned out that Zhang Xiaohu's violent beating just now didn't seem to break his muscles and bones, and he didn't break his body, but he secretly buried his strength in it, just waiting for this Biao to come, and then lifted it up with one foot and exploded in front of him.

Only in this way can he disturb Yan Biao's mood, and then there will be a glimmer of opportunity.

Zhang Xiaohu stood in the air, blood gushing out of his mouth one after another.

The forcible attack had already made his internal organs a mess, but he just endured it, and there was still the last opponent, no matter what, he couldn't stop.

"Ahh I'm going to kill you."

Yan Biao's eyes were bleeding and tears, and he rushed over like a madman, exerting his strength without reservation, and his fists kept hitting Zhang Xiaohu.

Zhang Xiaohu changed his fierce posture just now, and he didn't entangle with Yan Biao at all, but he just blindly dodged, but he was planning to use up the remaining strength of Yan Biao.

Xiang'er watched from afar, not daring to move forward, she couldn't participate in the battle of the god refining monks, and if she was close, even the afterglow could hurt her.

The fists were one after another, the sand and gravel were rolling, the strong wind was messy, and the red eyes were red, chasing Zhang Xiaohu and constantly attacking, but this attack always fell into the air, just two strokes at a time, after a long time, the depression in the chest became heavier and heavier, the wheezing sound became louder and louder, and the fists gradually became heavier.

The first mad demon slash has consumed the spirit of his whole body, and he has been hit by a few holes in the fragments, in order to see the excitement, he still refuses to heal, and now he is being attacked by Zhang Xiaohu's excitement, regardless of the full force of the attack, this is completely attacking with his life, where can it last for a long time.

As the speed of the fist slowed down, Yan Biao's eyes gradually became clearer, although he was still full of anger, but it was no longer unreasonable, and he knew in his heart that at this time, there was no way, and if he continued to entangle, if he didn't get it right, he would even have to plant himself here, and when the time came, there would be no one to take revenge.

Leaving Qingshan without worrying about the lack of firewood, Yan Biao paid attention to it, shook a shot, forced Zhang Xiaohu back, turned around and ran towards Xiang'er.

Since you're going to escape, let's charge some interest, that girl, I can only blame you for your bad life.

is already a mortal enemy, where will Yan Biao have a little mercy, his fists rotate, a straight punch, and he will go to Xiang'er, not to mention hitting, just rubbing, all of them are half dead.

Don't look at Yan Biao's lack of strength at this time, but the emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, and the cultivator in the middle stage of refining gods, even if he only has a little strength left, it is much bigger than refining dirt, not to mention that Yan Biao's punch is full of hatred, it is a full shot.

"Doghead, Hugh go, your opponent is me"

Zhang Xiaohu did a lot of calculations, but he didn't expect this Biao Biao to find Xiang'er, when he dodged, he had faintly blocked the way to Guangyuan City, who knew that this Biao didn't go this way, but went to the opposite place, just for the little interest in his heart.

Galloping, Zhang Xiaohu chased frantically, just now he was crazy, and now, it is his turn again, it's just that the two are in the same realm, even if the speed is faster, but the start is slow, and that Xiang'er is a little closer, and if he wants to catch up, he is too late.

"Ah, don't"

Xiang'er screamed, but she didn't stop in her hand, pinched the sword trick, and the flying sword swished, flashed in front of Yan Biao, and stabbed it with a sneer.

Biao ran wildly, seeing the flying sword coming, he stretched out his big palm and grabbed the flying sword directly in his hand.

The flying sword that sharpened the iron like clay, like a child's toy in his hand, threw it casually, threw it far away, and when it fell to the ground, it stopped beating after just a few jumps.

Snort.

A palm thunder immediately sent out, hitting Yan Biao's body, the thunder light beating, tightly entwined, Yan Biao did not react, silently continued to run, as if the thunder did not exist.

"Chirp"

Xiao Bai was in a hurry, shook in the air, turned into the huge demon beast, and hit it with his teeth.

"Fuck off"

Yan Biao was irritable, and the big slap of the pu fan opened, and the little white fan flew out in one fell swoop.

Even Xiao Bai, who had advanced to the late stage of the Demon King, couldn't stop him from palming, flying out of a hundred meters away, Xiao Bai vomited blood, and had already turned back to the appearance of a little rabbit, struggling miserably on the ground, and wanted to rush back to help the little master, but he thought that he was powerless to return to the sky, and could only watch the little biao get closer and closer.

Xiang'er's little face turned pale with shock, her body retreated and retreated, but she couldn't escape the cultivator, seeing that Yan Biao was approaching, Xiang'er's brain turned sharply, and she suddenly slapped it on the storage bag, took an object, and stabbed it according to Yan Biao.

The sword obtained in the small world, if it weren't for the urgency at this time, I would have almost forgotten it.

The sword stabbed Biao's fist with a chill.

Yan Biao didn't care, there was no treasure light flickering, no matter how cold it was, it was just a piece of rotten iron in the mortal world, and with one punch, it could be smashed together, along with the people behind him.