The thick snow covered the whole earth, everywhere was white, the only little different color, it was just the weeds, stubbornly struggling out of the ground dry yellow, the sky, pieces of goose feather snow, leisurely falling down, stirring the sky dark.

The cold winter wind is so bitter that even a strong man is unwilling to go out of the warm house to bear the cold, there is no loneliness everywhere, except for the sound of the wind, there is nothing to accompani, perhaps, there is some sound of snow collapse.

Two blue beams of light, suddenly appeared, penetrating countless falling snowflakes, coldly erected in the air, but did not go straight to the sky, but disappeared in mid-air, making people almost think it was an illusion, a few passers-by who saw it from a distance, rubbed their eyes vigorously, and couldn't believe this strange scenery.

It's just that they are too far away to see the end of the beam, it is an old monk, the wind is too violent, they don't know that in the distance, in the courtyard of Tianzhenghou, there is a fierce battle, the three ancestor-level god refining great monks are fighting feverishly, and what they don't know is that in a piece of heaven and earth, Tianzheng Hou and his little marquis who are noble masters are already lying cold on the snow at this time, and there is not even a person next to them.

The blue light, which appeared so quietly, was not very dangerous, but it made the old monk's body retreat again and again, and his mouth roared wildly, but he couldn't withstand the continuous attacks below, and under the bombardment of the ion cannon, he couldn't retreat.

For the great cultivator who has reached the level of refining gods, his body muscles and bones have long been tempered harder than steel, and the ion cannon is okay to deal with ships, but it is difficult to hurt him, but Xiang'er does not want to be injured, just to interfere with him and fight for a chance for Zhang Xiaohu on the side.

Xiang'er turned off the burst fire and directly chose the burst shot that was the most depleting of the body, completely ignoring whether the ion cannon would be scrapped or not after this round, and whether the energy could withstand consumption.

In just a few seconds, the muzzle of the cannon faintly glowed with a hint of red light, continuous firing, so that the heat dissipation of the barrel was seriously insufficient, when it was originally designed, no one thought of using the ion cannon like this, because as long as it was hit, only a fraction of a second, the object would collapse, if it could not be broken, it would be bombarded for 10,000 years, and it was estimated that there was no possibility of breaking, so this heat dissipation was just added at random, mainly relying on the heat dissipation of the barrel itself.

The ion cannon let out a wailing sound, and the energy box also creaked and creaked, Xiang'er didn't care, her fingers pressed on the buttons, and her divine sense locked on the old monk, no matter how he retreated, he couldn't escape the bombardment of the beam.

The beam of light stopped suddenly, Xiang'er casually threw away the ion cannon that had already burned red, looked at the fierce battlefield in the sky, fell backwards, and lay in the snow without any image, with a smile on her face, and muttered in her mouth, "Brother Little Tiger, look at you"

The battle just now made her exhaust her potential, coupled with the backlog of injuries, this completion, she was a little unsupportable, and she was busy silently doing exercises to heal her injuries, and she couldn't help the above things, and she didn't need to help anymore, recovering herself, not worrying Brother Xiaohu, is the most important thing to do now, Xiang'er won't let Brother Xiaohu see her embarrassed side.

Zhang Xiaohu's spirit perked up, and as soon as the blue beam appeared, he understood, laughed wildly in his heart, and the thunder fire dragon spear in his hand was like a dragon, and he pushed away the attacking double hammer, and went straight to the chest of the old monk.

Don't look at the fierce fight he just had, but he knew it very well in his heart, and that's it, if he wants to repel the two, unless he completely controls his own strength, otherwise, there is no way at all, but, since there can be two refining gods, who can guarantee that there will not be one after another in the future?

I was in a hurry, and I couldn't wait to be divided into two, one to deal with the old man and the other to deal with the dwarf.

Speaking of which, this dwarf dun is the most hateful, every time the old man is forced to break out and defeat the enemy with one shot, the dwarf dun jumps out from the side to stir up the situation, making Zhang Xiaohu eager to tear him up and swallow him.

Without looking at the dwarf pier again, Zhang Xiaohu's spear was shocked, and the strength surged like a spear head, and the thunder was violent, and a string of thunder and fire erupted from the spear head, and faintly, a dragon chant sounded in mid-air.

Although the old monk was hit by the ion cannon, he didn't hurt him at all, the beam reached, the muscles were scorched black, and the smell of burning came from him, the huge force made him unable to stand firm, and kept retreating, but he was always inseparable from the bombardment range of the ion cannon.

The Xuanhua axe is much heavier than the original, and the old man regrets it, he knew that he had escaped just now, why bother.

Swinging his axe to block the lightning-fast shot, the thunderbolt leaped over him again, tearing through his ripe skin and blasting every inch of muscle.

The strength has been run to the extreme, and twelve points of strength have been taken out by him, this is the time of desperateness, and he can't afford to have half a point of slackness.

Qi and blood keep rolling, a wave is better than a wave, if you look carefully, you can find that every wave of qi and blood churning, there will be some disappear without a trace, this extra power, completely rely on the secret method to evaporate the blood to do, the time is short, long, that can hurt the fundamental, not ten or eight years can not recover, and, if you want to advance in the future, the road has been blocked.

It's just that at this time, where can I take care of those things, saving my life is the most important thing, I didn't look at the tip of the gun, like a poisonous snake coldly spitting a letter on my chest, a little careless, it is a dead end, the old man retreated and struggled in the beam, while covering the left and right, on the head, the sweat flowed down like a river.

Zhang Xiaohu was anxious, and the spear stabbed even more violently.

There is also the dwarf monk behind him, who will pounce on him at any time to stir up the situation, this hard-won opportunity, but he can't just slip away, besides, how long can Xiang'er's ion cannon last, he doesn't have any bottom in his heart, maybe, in the next second, the ion cannon will stop.

Faster, faster.

Zhang Xiaohu stared at the old monk in front of him, the spear in his hand flew over, and the gun was getting faster and faster, but perhaps it was because the thunder robbery had been activated for too long and too many times, and the power was constantly declining.

At the end of this battle, this spear must be refined to more than 100 refinements, Zhang Xiaohu secretly swore in his heart, otherwise, the role played is too small, obviously it has huge power, but it can't be exerted, which makes people really feel uncomfortable.

Behind him, the dwarf monk pounced with a double hammer, and the strength in his hand was also a little heavier, and it could be seen that he was also fighting.

If the old monk hangs up, he won't be able to escape, and he still knows very well that whether he lives or dies depends on whether the old man can escape the bombardment of the beam.

The melon hammer is still more than ten meters away, the strong wind has been forced up, the hair, rustled by the strong wind, the vest, as if there is a fierce beast staring at it, the muscles are tight and tight, a force, without control, automatically runs over.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't look back, only the old man in his eyes, and the spear in his hand continued to stab.

At this moment, the bet was that he was not killed by the melon hammer, and the old man was shot to death by him.

He couldn't help but bet, time passed by minute and second, Xiang'er's ion cannon below, I don't know how long it could last, if the old man escaped this catastrophe, even if Zhang Xiaohu could have a draw, there would be an unexpected god refining monk behind, besides, this time, Xiang'er was exposed, in case the dwarf dun gave up harassment and landed, the ending would still be the same.

Zhang Xiaohu kept shouting in his heart, faster, faster, the spear, constantly stabbing out, and was swept away by the old man, the roar continued to sound in mid-air, and the power leaked out formed a circle of shock waves, if it weren't for the two of them in mid-air, the surrounding trees would have been uprooted by the shock wave.

At this moment, in Zhang Xiaohu's mind, a scene of a meteor passing across the sky suddenly appeared, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Wrong, it turned out that he had been wrong all along, Zhang Xiaohu suddenly realized.

It turns out that this spear stabbed out, not fast, it was the only one, and the trajectory, yes, it was the trajectory, which was the most important, I didn't see that among the meteors, not all of them could fall to the earth, and there were those that did not break through the night sky and dissipated into fragments, only those with special trajectories could skim the sky and fall on the ground.

Zhang Xiaohu tried hard to recall the meteors he had seen, carefully reminiscing about the trajectory of the meteor, the more he looked, the clearer the trajectory, the meteor, only the curved skimming across the sky, finally came into contact with the earth, and those that fell straight down, all of them were destroyed in mid-air, yes, not the straight line is the fastest, sometimes, the curve, the same can also achieve the goal.

Zhang Xiaohu, who understood, shook the spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear stabbed out according to the old monk, but the spear seemed to be fast and straight, but it formed an arc, circled, swept past the Xuanhua axe wielded by the old man, and went straight to his chest.

At this moment, the ion cannon finally stopped wielding, the old monk was ecstatic, took a deep breath, and no longer had to leave a part of his strength to guard his body, all of them poured into the Xuanhua big axe, and slashed down according to the spear stabbed by Zhang Xiaohu.

Feng Shui takes turns, finally arrived at my house today, the double hammer behind has caught up, the old man is silent, as long as he blocks this blow, next, it is their world.

It's just that the expected collision did not appear, and the old man was stunned for a moment, and saw that the tip of the spear grazed the edge of the big axe, and at an incredible angle, it stabbed like lightning, and it seemed to go around in a circle, but the speed was more than twice as fast as just now, and he didn't even give him time to dodge, so he plunged into his chest.

The last remnants of the thunderstorm erupted in his body, and in less than half a breath, his internal organs were burned clean, leaving only charred black powder, floating freely in the cavity.

The old monk opened his eyes and opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, his head fell back, his body could no longer stay in mid-air, and his head rushed down and fell.