As soon as the figure moved, it turned into a string of phantoms, and came to Zhang Xiaohu in an instant, the fist as big as a sand bowl, with gusts of wind, straight to his chest, before he arrived, the muscles on Zhang Xiaohu's face had been blown out of shape.

The speed was so fast that his eyes could barely see the other party's movements, Zhang Xiaohu just relied on his feelings and crossed his hands to protect his chest.

Punch.

A straight punch hit the center of his hands, and there was a loud bang, Zhang Xiaohu couldn't stand, his body retreated back again and again, and his arm was even more painful, although the bone was not broken, it was estimated that at least it was cracked.

The monk had already guessed that this trick would not have much effect on Zhang Xiaohu, and with a shake of his body, he chased after Zhang Xiaohu, his arm bent up, and he did not change the place, and once again struck hard at the chest protected by his hands.

Elbow strike.

There was a loud bang again, and the hands that had problems could no longer resist it, until they were hit by this blow to their chests, and almost half of the force was transmitted to their chests.

Zhang Xiaohu's chest was stuffy, his eyes were almost black, his hands were no longer powerless to support, he just stopped in front of his chest, and the whole person kept retreating, and by retreating, he moved the huge force to his feet little by little, and every step stepped out of a big pit.

The monk laughed strangely, but his feet did not stop, and he followed Zhang Xiaohu up, his body slightly to one side, his shoulders shrugged, and he hit Zhang Xiaohu's almost unprotected chest.

Shoulder strike.

Zhang Xiaohu was already in chaos at this time, and knew that this big witch was absolutely difficult, so he sent Xiang'er and Zhang Peng away early, just to fight a good fight without worrying, but he didn't think that the other party was so powerful, and he took away all the opportunities to resist after only two hits on the field.

The feet are not only transferring the force, but also accelerating, just want to avoid the other party, as long as there is a breath, there may be a chance to calm down, who knows that the opponent is like a maggot attached to the bone, chasing closely, and the attack is one move after another.

With a bang, the hands that were finally on his chest were knocked away by the monk's shoulders.

Zhang Xiaohu could barely stand, the person was almost knocked into the air, kicked, stepped back, and took several steps back, his throat and eyes were even sweeter, and a stream of blood almost spurted out.

From the moment he started, the monk made up his mind and beat Zhang Xiaohu to death in one fell swoop.

Not only is he ruthless and fast, but he also does not use spiritual power or witchcraft, but uses his own brute force.

Since you are a refiner, let you die at the hands of the refiner.

The monk stepped a little on his feet, followed his body to the side again, and leaned forward with his back aimed at Zhang Xiaohu's completely defenseless chest.

Back.

I have to say that this big witch has really invested a lot of money for this body, that is, this Xiaohu's authentic body refiner is not much stronger than him, you must know that this body was unqualified at the beginning, and he was terminally ill, but now it is a witch, body, and qi three cultivations, Wu didn't see it for the time being, this qi is already in the middle of Jindan, and this body actually beat Zhang Xiaohu without the power to parry, and it is amazing.

The incomparably strong back drove straight in, and leaned heavily on Zhang Xiaohu's chest.

With a loud bang, there was a non-stop click.

The first time he was directly attacked to the chest, no matter how much the ribs of the little tiger were tempered, they couldn't stop this huge force, and there were many crisp sounds in a row, and the heavy impact made the person unable to stand anymore, and he was knocked into the air.

Zhang Xiaohu's head was raised slightly, his feet couldn't grasp the ground, his body was knocked off the ground and flew into the air, and the force that had been transferred by the ground under his feet had no place to go, and it directly acted on his body, and the blood that had been blocked in his throat could no longer be swallowed, and his mouth was opened, and he spurted out of the sky.

The monk kicked his feet, didn't look back, as if he had eyes on his back, and jumped into the air with Zhang Xiaohu, his body was on one side again, and the whole person turned sideways to Zhang Xiaohu, his arm stretched out, and his clenched fist hit his chest solidly.

Throw your arm.

With this spin, this punch was more violent than the punch at the beginning.

The fist hit Zhang Xiaohu hard in the chest, and the ribs that had just been hit by the back and were almost all cracked were completely broken.

The chest collapsed, as if it were a little heavier, and the fist could pierce the chest.

The ribs that were broken were inserted directly into the intestines, and the whole chest was messy, and where the ribs were broken, the sharp ones were inserted into the lungs, the heart, and the fragments of the bones flew randomly in the chest, and the internal organs were scarred.

Zhang Xiaohu, who had been knocked into the air and flew into the air, shot straight out like a cannonball, breaking many thick trees along the way, until he flew out of Lixu and hit a huge stone mountain before stopping.

There was a loud rumbling sound, and the whole mountain shook, like an earthquake, and the boulders kept rolling down, and the trees shook and shook, and the mountains cracked several deep cracks.

Zhang Xiaohu weakly opened his eyes, but his eyes were blood-red, and he couldn't see clearly, and he was no longer vomiting blood in his mouth, but constantly foaming blood, which was caused by injuries to his lungs.

The whole person was embedded in the mountain wall, several meters deep, and struggled a few times, not only could not break free, but bursts of sharp pain came from the body, making people almost faint.

I wanted to mobilize the strength in my body, but I found that these successive blows seemed to have broken up the strength, obviously there was strength in the body, but it couldn't be mobilized at all, and the same was true for qi and blood, which quietly stopped in the body, and did not heal the wound at all.

Looking at Zhang Xiaohu's spurting blood, a little bit of golden light flashing from the blood in the sun, the monk frowned, "Royal blood?"

After thinking about it, he still shook his head, this is impossible, if it is really the royal bloodline, it would have been followed by the teleportation array to another place, how could it be possible to stay here, besides, after so many years, even if it was the bloodline left back then, it should be diluted by now, and it is impossible to have such a pure gold.

The monk stepped forward to take a closer look, but found that there was no golden light, as if everything he had seen was an illusion.

Rubbing his eyes, the monk grinned and showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, "Maybe this has been a long time, and there is something wrong with your head"

The monk only thought that his eyes were dazzled, and he no longer thought about it, and he smiled strangely, his eyes rolled around, and after a few steps, he flew up a few feet in a row, and a piece of pebbles with the big mouth of the bowl shot towards Zhang Xiaohu in the distance.

Woo woo, the stone flew straight to the little tiger with a whistling sound, the speed was too fast, and the friction with the air ignited a spark, and in the end, it turned into a fire meteor.

Bang bang, bang bang, continuous crashing sound came, and the fire meteors flashed into the mountain wall in a flash, making a muffled sound.

The mountain was hit again, and pieces of rubble tumbled down the mountain, burying the place in an instant.

The blood in Zhang Xiaohu's mouth was like a fountain, spurting out without money, and the fire meteor that shot out not only hit his body, but also hit his heart.

The secret technique of the exercises, which he has always been proud of, did not even have a chance to perform in front of this monk, and was directly beaten into waste, embedded in the mountain wall and unable to move, and he couldn't even mobilize his strength.

If he was just injured, Zhang Xiaohu didn't care at all, he had fought many times, and this injury was already a habit for him, if he wasn't injured, his skin would still be a little itchy.

But if you can't mobilize it, you're going to die.

Not only can't fight back, can't heal, but there is also that Xiang'er Zhang Peng outside I don't know what to do, whether he ran far away, and whether he would be caught up by this monk.

With all kinds of thoughts, Zhang Xiaohu gradually weakened and fell into a coma.

"Little Tiger Brother"

Seeing Zhang Xiaohu embedded in the mountain wall by a series of blows, Xiang'er's eyes were like the rabbit in her arms, red and red, crying and about to rush back.

Zhang Peng grabbed Xiang'er and grabbed her, "Don't go, the master is not an opponent, didn't you look for death in the past?"

Xiang'er cried and kicked and beat Zhang Peng, "Even if I die, I will die with Brother Xiaohu"

Zhang Peng didn't dodge, let Na Xiang'er punch and kick, and said in a deep voice, "How can you avenge the master if you die?"

Hearing the revenge, Xiang'er fell down, didn't know what to do, and looked at Zhang Peng blankly.

The little rabbit in his arms was woken up by this toss, stared at the big red eyes, got out of Xiang'er's clothes, looked at the two of them as if he hadn't woken up, suddenly sniffed his nose, looked at the monk in the distance, shivered, quickly got into the clothes, curled up in a ball, and his body shook non-stop, as if he had encountered something terrible.

Zhang Peng grabbed Xiang'er's shoulder and said, "Senior aunt, you hurry up, don't look back, as long as you get to Zhongzhou City, it'll be fine, with the ancestor, no matter how powerful he is, he can't escape."

Xiang'er was stupid when she heard this, "Are you the little pot?"

Zhang Peng cracked his mouth and said with a smile, "I'm not as fast as that guy, walking together will drag you down, I won't leave, stay and block him"

Xiang'er's tears flowed down her eyes, "No, we have to go together, or don't go."

Zhang Peng shook his head, "The master told me to take you away, but I didn't do it, and I stayed here with you to watch, I was wrong."

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Peng continued, "Senior aunt, you control the streamer, the speed is faster than mine, whether you can help the master avenge it depends on you."

Xiang'er looked at Zhang Peng blankly, her mind was in chaos, remembering that when she escaped from the Jiuhua faction, her brother said the same, thinking that when she met Brother Xiaohu, she could live a happy life in the future, but she didn't expect to do it again today.

Wiping a handful of tears vigorously, Xiang'er seemed to have grown up all of a sudden, looked at Zhang Peng gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go, I will definitely rush back to find the ancestor."

After speaking, Xiang'er looked at the monk in the distance from afar, and deeply engraved that appearance in her mind.

As if he knew that Xiang'er was looking over, the monk suddenly turned his head to look at the yin smile.

Xiang'er forgot to be afraid, forgot to cry, just looked at each other lightly, stretched out her hand, and was about to jump on the streamer and leave, when suddenly a word came to her ear.

"Since you're not dead, don't hide inside, and if you don't come out, I'll chase after you and kill your two juniors."