Xiang'er had returned to the flying sword at this time, swaying up and down with the wind, looking at the invincible pounce, not only did not retreat, but her big eyes smiled like a crescent moon, and Xiaobai also returned to the appearance of a little rabbit, squatting in her palm with the chirping, her eyes were full of joy.

Seeing the invincible in his eyes, he just thought that the girl was scared stupid, and she didn't know how to advance or retreat, so the iron shovel in her hand tightened, and she was even more powerful.

At this time, suddenly, Xian Wushu felt that he seemed to become lighter and more rapid, but the bad thing was that the action seemed to be a little difficult to control.

In the midst of the swiftness, Xian Wushu took the time to look down, but at this moment, his mind suddenly went blank, and then he fell into darkness.

It turned out that he was only left above his chest, and he was still flying with an iron shovel, and below his chest, he had fallen from mid-air, and large patches of blood were pouring like pouring water, and his intestines and internal organs were colorful and sprinkled everywhere.

Originally, with his momentum, he was invincible and could have rushed to Xiang'er, but when he looked at it, his momentum suddenly disappeared, and he became a dead man in a blink of an eye.

Look at the body refining monk's muscles and bones are like iron, ordinary injuries, just a few breaths can be repaired, but, that also depends on the specifics, when encountering the kind of missing arms and legs, the body refining monk has no choice, unless it is to find the legendary heaven and earth treasure, it is still possible to replace.

Like the invincible, he was directly cut off by someone with his chest, which is no different from cutting off his head, and it is the same as not being saved.

"Yay"

Xiang'er was overjoyed, jumping up on the flying sword, Zhang Xiaohu smiled in the distance, he didn't expect Xiang'er to be the first to kill the Demon Emperor, and he also picked up a bargain, although it was not a skill, but it was good, and two of the four dangers were removed, and then, it was up to these two, Zhang Xiaohu turned his head, and a burst of light appeared in his eyes.

In the middle stage of the two most tricky god refining, Zhang Xiaohu was slightly excited, and next, it should be a tough battle.

The men glanced at each other, and saw each other's helplessness, irritability, anger, and a trace of fear.

That obvious invincibility, in their eyes, swept past Zhang Xiaohu, and Zhang Xiaohu's spear shadow starlight, just flashed, didn't see clearly, and then disappeared, and then, I saw that on the body that flew over, a red line was gradually revealed, and blood beads rolled out, and then, the invincible turned into two sections.

Yan Biao dared to swear, at that moment, although he didn't see the starlight of the gun clearly, he clearly heard the sound of popping through the muscles.

The invincible death, although the two of them stopped for half a moment, but then aroused the blood of the two.

killed the city lord of Guangyuan City in front of them, and their brothers lost all this face.

With a look, Yan Biao shouted, bypassed Zhang Xiaohu's position, and went straight to Xiang'er.

Xiang'er screamed, turned her head and flew away, pressed the flying sword and landed on the ground, joking, in the middle of the refining of the gods, how can there be any possibility of winning, the victory over the demon emperor just now was just an accident, Xiang'er just wanted to drag it at first, but she didn't expect to hit it by mistake and kill the stone-skinned poisonous lizard.

How could Zhang Xiaohu let Biao get close to Xiang'er, and with a horizontal spear, he stopped Biao, but he never thought that this was just a game, just stopped Biao here, and the Han over there dragged the Qinglong Yanyue Knife to chase Xiang'er.

"Where to go"

Zhang Xiaohu was so angry that he roared, waved his spear with both arms to shake off the Yan Biao attack, and turned around and chased after the Yan man.

Unexpectedly, the two mid-stage cultivators of the dignified God Refining Sect actually abandoned him to deal with a dirty female cultivator, which made him regret it, how could he not expect these two to be so despicable and shameless.

The Han chased fast, but Zhang Xiaohu's figure was faster, and he chased behind him in a few steps, and he was about to stab down with a gun in the back of the heart.

"Adversary, I've been tricked"

The man suddenly laughed, dragged the long knife in his hand and turned around suddenly, turning a big circle, and a piece of knife light filled Zhang Xiaohu's eyes.

"Not good"

Zhang Xiaohu noticed it when the long knife turned, and hurriedly swept the spear horizontally and blocked it in front of his chest.

While.

With a loud bang, Zhang Xiaohu's body rushing forward instantly turned backwards, and his feet kept staggering in mid-air, trying to stop himself.

This knife alone is not very effective, but Zhang Xiaohu feels that a danger is constantly approaching, so even if it takes a lot of strength, he must stabilize his body and prepare for the subsequent changes.

Boom.

Yan Biao pounced on him with a smile, his body spun, and the two treasure knives in his hands were like wheels, slashing one after another.

Zhang Xiaohu was relieved when he saw Yan Biao, if his back hand was this wheel-like chopping, it would be nothing, just a little troublesome.

At this time, the body still couldn't control the retreat, Zhang Xiaohu forcibly controlled and stabilized, while dancing the body of the gun, stabbing out with a little starlight, and constantly facing the heavy knife light that came to his face.

Yan Biao smiled coldly, and the double knives in his hands kept chopping out, even if Zhang Xiaohu took the knife, there was no flaw, and he still didn't stop.

Behind him, the man chased after him, and the strength in his hand flowed back and forth in the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, the treasure was shining, and he was already ready to go, just waiting for Zhang Xiaohu to relax a little, he would catch up and slash down with a knife.

One link is closely linked, and Zhang Xiaohu is already in danger.

At this time, Zhang Xiaohu still didn't care too much, the original dangerous feeling had been left behind by him, and he was concentrating on blocking the pieces of knife light that were constantly chopping.

It's just that he doesn't know that Yan Biao's knife technique is very famous in Great Xia, and if it weren't for the limitations of this knife technique, countless people would have snatched it up a long time ago.

Mad Demon Slash.

The full set of knife type 9981 style, with the power of knife rotation, one style is more fierce than the other, and to the last style, it has the power to surpass the refining god.

However, for so many years, no one has been able to withstand the last formula, so even Yan Biao doesn't know whether this is a legend or a reality.

A knife is better than a knife, this point is clear, and the limitations are even more clear.

That is, when this knife method first started, the power was not very good, and if you want to crack it, you have to disrupt the knife style in the first ten knives, otherwise, when the madness has been completed, there is no solution.

In other words, if you are a monk in Great Xia, you understand, you will not give Yan Biao a chance to become a mad demon, only Zhang Xiaohu, how did he first arrive, he didn't understand this horror at all, and when he found out that something was wrong, it was already too late, the knife technique had been completed, and the mad demon was at first rising, and he couldn't contain it or break it.

Zhang Xiaohu had already controlled the retreat, the spear in his hand vibrate, and he was going to vibrate the dogskin plaster that was sticking to it, but where did he think that it was more than ten knives down, and this knife style became heavier, and he couldn't stop it, so he stepped back again.

Anxiously thinking about countermeasures, the corners of his eyes were firmly fixed on the man who was following him, but he was holding a knife but not firing, and his heart was tight for a while.

Before he could come up with a way, the knife style, in the blink of an eye, passed more than ten knives, and it had reached the three-nine-twenty-seven style.

Just after the last knife, the twenty-eight style suddenly changed, the knife style was more violent and fast, and the power was nearly doubled.

Zhang Xu's defensive space was slashed down one after another, and gradually, only more than one meter remained.

Zhang Xiaohu tried his best to block, ding, ding, the knife light collided with the body of the gun, and a little spark burst out, and the shock wave formed by the collision of forces was almost connected, erupting violently.

Zhang Xiaohu retreated again and again in mid-air, Xiang'er galloped and jumped on the ground, chasing after him, flying swords, hovering above his head, always looking for an opportunity, but from time to time, the man would look down coldly, making the flying sword, every time he wanted to attack, he had to stop and protect himself.

In the blink of an eye, more than 20 styles have passed, and when it comes to the 6954 style, the sword light is bright, and I can no longer see the blade clearly, I can see a ray of light shining in the sky, and the huge power keeps slashing at Zhang Xiaohu's spear, and the spear that was still covering the left and right can now only be firmly blocked in front of the chest.

Fortunately, it was the first time that Biao had mastered the knife technique to this realm, and he couldn't change it, so he could only watch Zhang Xiaohu save himself with a horizontal gun, but he stupidly continued to slash with a knife, the only thing was that he could only wait until Zhang Xiaohu couldn't parry, or the last one came.

The huge strength made Zhang Xiaohu expand a little bit from a step back, to now, one step is almost ten miles, just ran out for a thousand miles, this round of knife down, several people returned to the original point, Guangyuan City, once again appeared in the eyes.

Zhang Xiaohu's arm was already numb from the shock, and there was nothing left in his mind, only a strong horizontal gun, arm bones, clicking, cracks, looming on the arm bones, and I don't know how long I can hold on.

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Xiaohu let out a low cry again, and another force entered the body of the gun, and the sword light was still blocked out.

"Haha, die"

Yan Biao suddenly laughed wildly, and the knife style in his hand turned, and he had been chopping down with a knife, but this time, it was replaced by a double knife, and the last one, a double knife.

The sky, as if all slashed by this knife, had come out of the boundless snow of winter, revealing the flowery and green earth, and at this time suddenly lit up, and it was completely snow-white.

Blood spurted wildly in Zhang Xiaohu's mouth, and the spear in his hand could no longer be stopped, and he hit his chest with a knife and a gun.

Kerala, the sternum is broken instantly.

The two treasure knives in Yan Biao's hands, in the continuous chopping, had already buried the cracks, and this last blow made it go to a strange road.

Boom.

The twin knives turned into countless fragments and flew in all directions, even Yan Biao, and he couldn't dodge it, but the power was aimed at Zhang Xiaohu, and he was only penetrated by a few pieces of his body.

Zhang Xiaohu twisted his neck as hard as he could, a fragment grazed his cheeks, tearing out a big bloody mouth on his face, and a few strands of hair, fluttering in the air, slowly falling, his body, like a broken sack, was punched out of one hole after another by fragments.

The man, like a meteor, crashed into the earth, and the spear in his hand, while falling, could not hold it, and flew out far away.