The short and fat man pinched the sword trick, pointed his hand forward, and pointed at Zhang Xiaohu.

The cyan flying sword vibrated slightly, made a buzzing sound, and turned into a streamer of light.

Flying out of less than a few meters, the streamer shook, turned into two, and then flew out a few meters, and then shook into four, eight, sixteen, and when Zhang Xiaohu came to him, there were already hundreds of streamers, dense, covering from all directions.

Zhang Xiaohu secretly said that it was not good, and he protected himself tightly with the heavy sword, and the sound of the flying sword hitting the heavy sword kept ringing.

From a distance, it looks like a black giant egg wrapped in a layer of cyan cocoon, but this cocoon is composed of the shadow of the sword, and the tip of the sword is inward, constantly shooting towards the giant egg.

He stood firmly on his feet, and the heavy sword in his hand knocked the flying swords away one by one.

It's just that when this action was not too long, Zhang Xiaohu felt a huge pressure, and sweat gradually flowed down.

You must know that when he first started to build this heavy sword, Zhang Xiaohu specially chose the weight of 20,000 catties, although it was a little excessive, but it was not a problem to dance in a short time, the most important thing was to think about the future, so as not to change the blade after advancing, but who knew that he would encounter today's situation.

The heavy sword in his hand became heavier and heavier, and the range of protection gradually compressed from three meters to less than one meter.

At this time, it is no longer to shoot the flying sword, but just to constantly move the position of the heavy sword, so that the flying sword itself collides with Yi Fei, the original Ding Bu has long changed, and the people are constantly moving in a small area, and those sword lights are now able to dodge and hide, and those who can't hide are blocked with the heavy sword.

Fortunately, although the flying sword is endless and the speed is amazing, the strength is not very good, and Zhang Xiaohu is even moving with the impact force of the flying sword.

Finally, the heavy sword slowed down a little, and the flying sword swept over the heavy sword and shot straight into Zhang Xiaohu's chest.

The white energy rose on Zhang Xiaohu's body, and at the same time tried to avoid the vital parts, the flying sword passed through the energy, and the original streamer gradually slowed down, showing a sword shadow, and flew over his arm with a string of blood flowers.

The unstoppable flying swords swept over Zhang Xiaohu's body one after another, and after a while, the treasure clothes turned into pieces of cloth hanging on his body, except for the pants that were specially protected above the knee, the whole person was almost **, and the scars on his body were clearly visible.

"Xiaohu, admit defeat" Zhang Yifan shouted loudly from the sidelines, very nervous.

Humpty Dumpty Monk glanced at it, and said to Zhang Xiaohu lightly, "Hand over my brothers' treasure talismans, kowtow to me and admit defeat, my brother is in a good mood, maybe you will be a fart and let you go."

"Dreaming" Zhang Xiaohu danced the heavy sword with difficulty, but he did not flinch.

"Okay, then I'll see how long you can last" Humpty Fat Monk's face was gloomy, his sword trick was pinched, and the cyan streamer pounced on him even more fiercely.

More and more flying swords passed through the heavy sword, piercing through the strength, and pulling out bloody holes on Zhang Xiaohu's body, where did many little girls watching the battle have seen such a scene, and they were so frightened that they covered their eyes and didn't dare to look at it.

The qi and blood have already been completely released, and the energy is running to the extreme, Zhang Xiaohu gritted his teeth and insisted on it, he didn't believe that this flying sword could be endless, and he didn't believe that he couldn't consume the moment when his spiritual power was exhausted.

Hmm? Something seems wrong.

Zhang Xiaohu suddenly found that the exercise was running much faster than before, and the blood mouth that had been opened grew up again under the surging of qi and blood, and the muscles that had grown again seemed to be tighter and stronger than before.

Zhang Xiaohu took out his heart and observed carefully, and sure enough, a few sword shadows that had been deliberately missed by Zhang Xiaohu slid through the place that had been separated, but did not pull the blood mouth again, but only scratched a shallow blood mark on the body.

I was overjoyed in my heart, and quietly let go of the protection, so that more sword shadows crossed my body, these pains are nothing, if I can borrow this guy to complete the spleen refining, it will really be the biggest gain today.

"Little Tiger" Zhang Yifan shouted loudly, his heart cramping.

In his eyes, Zhang Xiaohu's heavy sword dancing is getting slower and slower, and the vital parts that can still be protected are now being pulled out of the Dao Blood Mouth one by one, but fortunately, the body refiner is strong, and the muscles have long blocked the wound, or not only the blood that keeps flowing out can kill people.

The short and fat monk was also a little struggling at this time, although it seemed that he was extremely chic, standing there with a finger of his hand, there was an infinite stream of light towards Zhang Xiaohu, but only he knew that this spiritual power consumption was not ordinarily large, let him cultivate in the later stage of Jindan, the foundation was much stronger than others, and the spiritual power was still lost like flowing water, if he didn't see Zhang Xiaohu almost unable to resist, I am afraid I would want to give up.

The original white face gradually turned pale, and a flush came out of the white.

Everyone in the audience also knew that this was a manifestation of the spiritual power that was about to be exhausted, and couldn't help nodding secretly, but they didn't expect this little tiger to be so tenacious, they were all bleeding all over, and they didn't even give up, and they consumed the boss of the Liu family to such a point, and they couldn't say that they could kill him.

Looking at Zhang Xiaohu who was shrouded by the sword in front of him, the short and fat monk gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and the last spiritual power poured into the flying sword, and his hand pointed at Zhang Xiaohu heavily, the flying sword shined brightly, and the speed was doubled in an instant, and he couldn't see the sword shadow clearly, he could only see a long stream of streamers passing by.

Suddenly, the tinkling sound disappeared, the sound of hitting the human body with a puff kept ringing, and the streamer dispersed, only to see Zhang Xiaohu looking at the short and fat monk with a heavy sword, standing motionless, covered with blood.

"Little Tiger~" Zhang Yifan was shocked, so he wanted to rush to the stage, but a few people next to him grabbed him.

"I said fatty, this competition is not over yet, don't interfere," a boy said proudly.

"Exactly, don't disturb the competition" Several people next to him echoed.

"Isn't it okay if we lose?"

Zhang Yifan shouted angrily, took out a handful of treasures and stuffed them at a few people, "This bet is for you, it's okay."

Several sons refused to take it, "This is not good, this has to wait for the boss of the Liu family to speak, where can we be the master"

On the stage, this person who has caused a few people to lose so much, how can he spare it without shedding a little blood, besides, this is really unacceptable.

Zhang Yifan looked up at the Humpty Fat Monk, "Big brother, we admit defeat this time, and I agreed to all the conditions."

The Humpty Fat Monk's body shook, his spiritual power was almost exhausted, and his head was a little dizzy, but he still turned his face sideways and sneered, "What did you do just now, now it's too late, you can slowly admit defeat when I clean him up."

After speaking, with a finger of his hand, the flying sword circled in the air a few times, whistling and shooting towards Zhang Xiaohu.

Originally, he just wanted to teach a lesson, but he didn't think that he would spend himself in this field, where it could be solved by admitting defeat, and not giving him a heavy blow, Humpty Dumpty Monk was really unbearable.

Seeing that the flying sword was about to shoot Zhang Xiaohu, suddenly a black light flashed, and it was slashing on the flying sword, and with a bang, the flying sword was flying to the feet of the short and fat monk, twisted a few times, and let out a wail and stopped.

Humpty Dumpty's flying sword was hit hard, and a mouthful of blood spit out on the spot.

This is to see the owner of the black light slowly shake his body, layers of blood scabs fell from his body, and the skin that had just been roasted by thunder and lightning was changed again, becoming more white and delicate, as if the skin of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl was as watery.

There was a commotion in the field, just now it was clear that everyone saw the bloodstains, especially the last time they saw the streamers on Zhang Xiaohu's body, but at this time, looking at the past, there was still a trace of scars.

Looking up from below, the rags that fell on the ground, and the pants that just reached the knees, showed that there had been a vicious fight, but further up, the white skin was extremely smooth, and there were traces of a fight.

It turned out that at the moment when the last flying sword came to the body, Zhang Xiaohu's exercises were almost doubled, and the muscles of his whole body kept trembling and contracting, and a stream of energy poured out of his spleen, refining his body, and finally.

Protecting his face with his hand, letting the flying sword hit his body, Zhang Xiaohu only felt a tingling sensation, and looked carefully, but only stabbed depressions in the skin one by one, that is, he didn't even pierce the skin.

Of course, it doesn't mean that Zhang Xiaohu will not be afraid of the flying sword in the future, mainly because although the flying sword of the short and fat monk is infinite, the power has dropped by a full five layers, and the strength on the body has also offset a lot of power, so it is unscathed.

"What, do you still have to compete?" Zhang Xiaohu carried the heavy sword on his shoulder, tilted his head and looked at the short and fat monk.

"You~"

The Humpty Fat Monk took two steps back, his chest rising and falling.

I know the power of this flying sword, although it is almost five layers lower than a single streamer, but the endless blow has increased the strength by at least twice the strength, and this kid didn't even have anything to do in the end.

Recalling that Zhang Xiaohu had been moving within a meter or two just now, as well as the huge blood mouth at the beginning, and the scars that were getting smaller and smaller at the end, Humpty Dumpty still didn't understand that he was being used as a touchstone by others.

Thinking of this, Humpty Dumpty's last bit of thought was gone, and he arched his hand with a wry smile, "Where is the competition, thank you for your mercy, I have thanked a few brothers on behalf of me, and I hope that Brother Tai will not be polite in the future where it will be useful."

Seeing that the other party was like this, Zhang Xiaohu was embarrassed to put on a score, hurriedly put away the heavy sword, and arched his hand, "Brother Liu is polite, it's just a fluke, it can't be taken seriously, this comparison is just a joke, and I hope that Brother Liu will take back this bet."

After speaking, he walked over and took out the bets left by the previous few people, and handed them over with both hands.

As a body refiner, or a body refiner from a poor family, Zhang Xiaohu has never felt that he needs so many treasures to be around, it is enough to have a heavy sword in his hand, and too many treasures will make people lose their fighting spirit.

Humpty Dumpty Monk looked at the treasure handed over by Zhang Xiaohu and shook his head, "Losing is losing, this has to be taken back, what kind of person is someone else in my Liu family?"

After speaking, he turned around and left, and the brothers beside him glanced at Zhang Xiaohu blankly, and hurriedly chased after him.

Zhang Yifan was happy at this time, and shouted loudly, "Give money, give money"

Several sons had bitter faces, and they knew that they had to agree to come down just now, but they would lose miserably, and they couldn't get back in a few years, and it seemed that they could only practice behind closed doors at home in the past few years.