Zhang Xiaohu stretched out his palm towards Xiang'er, bent two fingers, and only three remained, and waited until Xiang'er nodded, then slowly bent up one by one.

One, two, three.

Rushing sideways, even if Zhang Xiaohu didn't let go of his qi and blood, this wall couldn't stop him from colliding.

In the rumbling sound of bricks and tiles, the monk inside looked back in amazement, and saw that in the dust, a palm pierced out, but just raised his hands, and before he had time to make defensive movements, the palm danced, and a big slap slapped down, hitting him in the face, and immediately beat his face in a circle, and there was a crisp sound of cervical vertebrae breaking, and the monk fell directly to the ground.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't wait for the monk to finish to the end, and rushed to the cold star crossbow.

There are two Great Cultivators of God Refining, and there is no delay at all.

Before he got close, he could feel the breath of the demon emperor constantly emanating from the cold star crossbow, no wonder it took nearly 10,000 years to wait for this day, and it was only six cold star crossbows, two of which were given by the founding emperor of Great Xia, and now that I read it, I finally understood that this material is really rare.

The crossbow body made of huge beast bones, the crossbow string made of thick beast tendons, up and down, there is no place that is not made of demon emperor materials, even the crossbow arrows, they are the same, and Zhang Xiaohu found at a glance that the crossbow arrows are very likely to be disposable, no wonder they are reluctant to use them that day.

Since it is a crossbow arrow, no matter how ever-changing, some will not change, that is, the trigger, aiming.

Zhang Xiaohu rushed forward, grabbed the trigger, and quickly turned the cold star crossbow, the target was naturally to choose the one with the most surging qi and blood, and pressed lightly with his fingers, boom, the crossbow arrow just flashed, and disappeared without a trace.

On the other side, Xiang'er was not so rude, her hand slapped on the storage bag, and the flying sword flew out, flashed a few times on the wall, snorted, and disappeared into the wall.

The monk inside heard a voice from next door, and was frowning and turning his head to look sideways in confusion, when the flying sword turned into a streamer of light, and it turned around his neck, and a big head rolled to the ground with a grunt.

Xiang'er waited for the bricks and tiles to fall clean, then her body shook, through the hole in the wall, while controlling the cold star crossbow, her divine sense unfolded, locked on to the target, and there was another bang.

Tianzheng Hou Zheng and Xiao Hou Ye were eating refreshments, and suddenly there was a rumbling sound below, Tian Zhenghou frowned, and looked over there dissatisfied, thinking that his subordinates didn't know anything and made some noise.

How do you know that in the next second, on his perceptual side, the breath under his hands dissipated directly, and he was so shocked that a stirring spirit stood up, this is, the enemy is coming?

It's just that this sudden change made him forget that this is where the Cold Star Crossbow is stored.

The brilliance flashed in front of him, the crossbow arrow was so fast that he couldn't see it clearly, Tianzheng was so frightened that he reluctantly raised the long knife in his hand to block it in front of his chest.

When, with a loud bang, the blade body that was as thick as an inch was directly raised by the arrow, and then, the crossbow arrow burst open, and the frenzied power made Tianzheng Hou no longer able to hold the long knife, and with a snort, the long knife passed through the roof and disappeared without a trace.

Tian Zhenghou took a breath, but he didn't expect it to be blocked, and when he looked down, the palm of his hand was full of blood, and the huge power had shattered the bones of his hand, if it weren't for the strong physique of the cultivator in the God Refining Period, his hands would be gone at this time.

"Be careful"

Just when Tianzheng was secretly rejoicing, the little marquis next to him shouted heartbreakingly.

Tian Zhenghou didn't look at it, and at this time he knew that even if he looked at it, it would play any role.

The body shook, turning hard, and the heart sensed that the danger was approaching, and naturally, the body made a dodging action.

Boom.

The crossbow bolt flashed and nailed to Tianzhenghou's right arm, and then exploded violently, half of his arm was blown away, and blood spurted out like a fountain, Tianzhenghou shook a few times, and fell to the ground.

No matter how strong the monk is, this kind of injury is just as unbearable, and it directly makes Tianzheng Hou seriously injured.

"Daddy"

Xiao Hou Ye's eyes were red, he jumped up and blocked the wound with both hands, turned his head and shouted loudly below, "Someone, someone."

Zhang Xiaohu shot a crossbow arrow and turned his head and slammed into the wall next door, this row of three tiled houses, but there are cold star crossbows in between, since they are all next to it, where can it stay.

Two bowstrings sounded, and the monk in the tiled house over there looked blankly at the light flashing in front of him, and his mind was confused, this companion was crazy rhythm?

Thinking wildly in his head, the wall next to him collapsed with a bang, and the rocks flew down, and the monk shouted in surprise, "Enemy attack"

In the dust, a hand reached over and grabbed his neck, and the sound of a broken neck bone sounded, and the sound suddenly stopped.

Fingers pressed lightly on the trigger of the Cold Star crossbow, and with a bang, another crossbow arrow shot out.

Xiao Hou Ye was busy stopping the bleeding for Tian Zhenghou, but suddenly a strong force came, Tian Zheng Hou, who was wilting and weak, suddenly came with strength, and hit Xiao Hou Ye on the shoulder, knocking him out, without waiting for Xiao Hou Ye to react, he saw a little star flash in the sky, and a crossbow arrow was nailed to Tian Zhenghou's chest.

Tianzheng Hou looked at the big hole in his chest blankly, then turned his head to look at the little marquis, and fell down with full nostalgia.

"Ah...... I'm going to kill you."

The little marquis roared wildly, turned his head to stare at Zhang Xiaohu, who was slowly coming out of the tile house, and the knife in his hand flashed, and he pounced on Zhang Xiaohu.

Zhang Xiaohu patted the storage bag, took out the Thunder Fire Dragon Spear, and flew up to meet the little marquis without waiting for the little marquis to come over.

As soon as the knife and gun collided in the air, the power that leaked out immediately shattered the house, and countless pieces of rubble and tiles flew out in all directions.

Zhang Xiaohu glanced back at the formation on the ground, knowing that if he continued to fight here, he was afraid that this formation would be difficult to protect, so he laughed, turned around and flew out.

"Hugh away"

Where was the little marquis willing to let go, carrying the long knife in his hand and chasing after him, and in a blink of an eye, the two flew into the air.

Here, after Xiang'er pressed the trigger, her body was vertical, and she hit the roof and flew into the air, but the flying sword converged its light and went straight to the opposite side of the ground.

Bang bang, three bowstrings sounded.

When a few monks on the opposite side saw this crossbow arrow shot, they didn't understand that someone had killed them, and they didn't care about it, they just moved their hands, and the cold star crossbow shot out.

Three crossbow arrows were fired into the two tiled houses, and a rumbling explosion rang out, and the tiled houses were blown to pieces.

Xiang'er folded in mid-air and turned to the nearest tiled room, while the flying sword had quietly moved closer.

The monk shook the crank in his hand vigorously, the bowstring of the Cold Star Crossbow was made of the big tendons of the Demon Emperor-level demon beast, where was the cultivator in the refining period who could pull it casually, without the cooperation of this set of tools, this Cold Star Crossbow would be a waste.

Someone pounced on him, and the monk didn't know it, but there was still some distance for him to put on the bowstring, and when he got the string ready, wouldn't it be to die if he came? At this time, he wished that the other party would rush to him.

It's just that he didn't notice that on the ground, a faint streamer slashed in an instant, and the wall was like tissue paper, and with a snort, it was pierced by the flying sword, and when the monk found the light in front of him, the flying sword had passed through his chest.

Xiang'er kicked open the window and followed the flying sword into the room, where the monk on the ground was vainly clutching the big hole in his chest, and blood was still blistering out of his mouth.

The thief looked around, and Xiang'er waved her hand for the first time and took the cold star crossbow into her pocket.

The time was too tight just now, it was too late, it was a pity that I had a cold star crossbow in vain, and now that I have the opportunity, how can I let it go.

Glancing at the monks struggling on the ground, Xiang'er Li didn't bother to take care of it, and with a finger of the sword, the flying sword pierced through the wall and went straight to the monk in the tiled house next door.

The monks here had already been prepared, watching Xiang'er burst into the tiled house, and the monks on his side disappeared without even a bubble, where did they dare to indulge carelessness.

With the sledgehammer in his hand, the bowstring of the Cold Star Crossbow was only halfway up and then thrown away, at this time, no task was more important than his own life.

Xiang'er was unhurried, her divine sense swept over, and she knew that the other party was vigilant, so it would be useless to rush over in a hurry.

The flying sword slashed through the wall, instantly breaking a big hole, Xiang'er tiptoed, pounced through the dust, and before the person arrived, the fist wind stirred first.

The monk laughed fiercely, danced with a sledgehammer in his hand, and smashed it down according to the attacking fist, joking, the flesh and blood fist dared to step forward, and he really thought that he was a great cultivator of the gods.

Xiang'er showed a hint of ridicule in her eyes, and her fist continued to move forward until she was about to collide with the sledgehammer, so she turned her fist into a palm, turned her palm over, and the forward movement stopped abruptly.

The empty door was wide open, and the monk retreated, although he didn't understand what the opponent did with this move, but as the monk's instinct, the empty door could be easily exposed to the other party, especially in the battle of life and death.

He retreated quickly, the flying sword was faster, and he carried a sledgehammer, no matter how fast, it couldn't move as fast as a lightning-fast flying sword.

Xiang'er's shoulders moved slightly, and the flying sword hiding behind her flashed out, heading straight for the monk, only to see a flash of light in the small room, and blood sprayed from the monk's back, staining a large area of white walls.

"Hehe, another"

With a wave of Xiang'er's hand, the Cold Star Crossbow disappeared in front of her eyes, this rare treasure, none of them could let go.

The divine sense unfolded, and the monk next door had already put the bowstring on at this time, but the companions connecting the two huts were silent, which made him a little flustered, and the crossbow arrow in his hand was not put into the arrow slot several times in a row, which was unimaginable for a dirty cultivator.

This discovery made Xiang'er's heart tighten, she was still careless, and she couldn't care about her image anymore, Xiang'er threw herself into the wall, and at the same time, the flying sword flashed and shot through.

The contest between life and death is more about who moves faster, and whoever can take the lead will survive.