The crowd was excited.

More than 100 guards mourned, cried a few times, turned the head of the gun, and pierced the heart at once, and died on the spot.

Blood flowed down his chest, and the man knelt down, looking at the direction of Emperor Xia, his eyes were not blind, the spear and the body crossed over, and the person knelt down.

There were also a large number of guards who could not help themselves, discarded their armor, prostrated themselves on the ground, screamed loudly, beat their chests and stomachs, and were already crying so weak that they were unable to fight again.

More guards and great monks, with red eyes and full of anger, forcibly suppressed the grief in their hearts, shouted the slogan of killing the enemy, waved the blades in their hands, and poured towards Zhang Xiaohu and the two like wild wolves.

For them, Emperor Xia is the sky, that is, their god, if it collapses today, the god is gone, and the faith is gone, there is only one thought in their hearts, that is, to kill the devil, and take his head to pay tribute, but they have never thought about it, even the Xia Emperor is not an opponent, where can they succeed, and they have also thought about it, but they want to fill it with everyone's lives, and use the blood of thousands of guards in the square to exchange for the head of the devil.

At this moment, the giant bell of the imperial court does not ring itself, and it should be ...... , The sound instantly resounded through Ulan City, and the aftermath continued to spread into the distance.

The residents of the city were awakened at this moment, and at the same time, they silently counted the sounds, and when it was ninety-nine eighty-one, countless people of Great Xia knelt on the ground in pain, although they didn't know the specifics, but they also knew that their emperor was gone.

Eighty-one bells rang, only the Xia Emperor collapsed, that is, the Emperor Taishang, and only seventy-two rings, this is the qualification that the emperor of the dynasty has, that is, the history of Great Xia for ten thousand years, such a bell has not sounded a few times, after all, the world has been laid, as the highest cultivation of the Xia Emperor, how could he die for no reason when he was in office.

In the small courtyard of the imperial court, by the pond where the emperor left, the eunuch and palace maid who came back to her senses wiped away her tears, endured her grief, and evoked the twin little princes who were waiting in front of the fish soup.

A large group of guards rushed towards Zhang Xiaohu and Xiang'er, and the crowd separated the two in an instant.

The guards who were not afraid of death followed one after another, and in just a few breaths, the ground was full of corpses, and the viscous plasma continued to accumulate, and one foot could not be passed over the instep.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't dare to be careless, glanced at Xiang'er over there, and saw that the guards couldn't threaten the girl, so he put his mind at ease, and the spear in his hand danced, constantly harvesting human lives.

Thousands of guards, if they are still as soft-hearted as they were at the beginning, then the two of them probably don't think about leaving.

The Great Monk did not rush to the front again, but in the name of exchanging numbers for victory, and using the lives of the guards to grind away the strength of the demons, one by one he hid in the crowd, and took advantage of his unpreparedness to come out, not seeking success, but only to cause a little trouble to the other party.

The gun is like a dragon, leaping left and right, a square circle around, as long as you enter, it is bloody and bloody, without the slightest affection, those guards in the bone refining period can't stop Zhang Xiaohu's spear at all, you will die if you touch it, and you will die if you touch it.

A great monk wielded two knives in his hand, and watched the spear above his head smash down, but his face was hideous and fearless, and he crossed the two knives to his head, but his body continued to pounce forward, completely ignoring the possibility of life and death.

While.

There was a bang, the double knives danced in the sky, I don't know where they flew, the great monk still maintained the posture of the knife, but from the top of his head to the crotch, there was an extra gap in the thickness of the gun body, and after a breath, the big monk fell to both sides, and the blood and intestines in his body fell to the ground with a bang.

Another big monk hid in the crowd and quietly made a move, turned out from behind a guard, danced in a circle with a melon hammer, and slammed Zhang Xiaohu on the head.

Don't look at Zhang Xiaohu facing the enemy on all sides, he didn't even look at him, but the perception of the great monk of the Transformation Period, where can the god refining monk understand, not to mention that Zhang Xiaohu drinks the washing of life every day, the perception of the Yuan Shen is extremely sensitive, and he has long been aware of the coming of this person, and the body of the gun shook, and he stabbed away in an instant.

The great monk looked at the tip of the spear with grief and indignation, and roared angrily, but he didn't care about the spear and his body, and pounced hard, and the qi and blood of his body and the strength of the body quickly ran to his hands and arms, and in the melon hammer, the abacus was actually death, and he was going to smash the devil's head.

The tip of the spear came as promised, and with a pop, it passed through the chest in an instant, and the blood and water spurted out from behind him like a pillar, drenching the heads and faces of the people behind them.

The great monk struggled forward, his body passed through the body of the spear, and the sledgehammer in his hand was raised high, and he was about to smash it down, but at this moment, he saw the demon turn his head coldly and smile at him, his palm shook slightly, and a force came all the way along the spear.

Rumble.

The Great Monk turned into a cloud of blood mist and exploded, his body was shaken into four or five pieces, blood was sprinkled everywhere, and the shoulder with the arm, the melon hammer was still flying high with strength, but he didn't know where it hit, and he didn't know how many guards he had knocked over.

There was also a great monk who pounced head-on, dancing with a short knife in his hand, making a move to defend, and not handing out a knife, just to make a decision not to make a contribution, but to disrupt the rhythm of this devil, so that his comrades around him could have a chance to shoot.

Zhang Xiaohu glanced sideways, and sighed in his mouth, as if wondering why this monk didn't attack and defended?

With a mistake under his feet, he avoided a few blades, Zhang Xiaohu flew with a spear in his hand, and pierced it according to this great monk, since you want to test how tight your knife skills are, then let you taste the taste of the spear.

Ding Ding Ding.

Like rain hitting plantains, a series of crashing sounds sounded, and the tip of the gun and the short knife constantly collided and handed over, the sound was crisp and pleasant, refreshing, as if playing a musical instrument.

The Great Monk looked at the side faces of countless comrades, and his heart was extraordinarily proud, a group of fools, what do you see, don't you take the opportunity to hurry up?

Suddenly, I found that there was no envy and admiration in that gaze, only a faint sadness.

At this moment, the Great Monk was less than a step away from the demon, and he was still the closest to the demon in this wave of attacks.

However, the demon glanced at him, turned around and drew his gun and left, the great monk's heart tightened, and the eyes of his comrades just now sounded, and he looked down with wonder and doubt, but found that there were more than ten or twenty holes in his body at some point, and his eyes could see through them, and in the holes, the electric light flickered, and the fire snake leaped, illuminating the internal organs, and streams of green smoke rose up, and the inside was already scorched black.

With a look of wonder and doubt, the great monk lowered his head, there was only darkness in his eyes, he looked at this one, his body fell suddenly, and his breath was instantly far away, it turned out that Zhang Xiaohu's shot, not to mention thousands of starlight, the gun carried a thunderstorm, and in an instant, through the impermeable sword light, a series of holes were stabbed, burning the vitality of the great monk.

Continuous sneak attacks by the great monks, Zhang Xiaohu also killed the fire, roared, the spear flew up and down, kicked under his feet, and the person rushed forward, for a while, the stumps and broken arms flew all over the sky, a conflict, a stab, dozens of guards fell to the ground and died, only the great monk in the late stage of refining the god could retreat with injuries in this shot, and the early stage of refining the god was like the guard, and he died when he encountered it.

But behind that, there were still endless guards rushing one after another, as if all the scarecrows had fallen on the ground, the blood plasma was viscous, and even the great monks had a feeling of unsteady standing when they stepped on their feet, but no one looked down, clenched the blade in their hands, and slammed towards Zhang Xiaohu like a moth to a flame.

After more than ten breaths, endless bloody flames rose on Zhang Xiaohu's body, which could be seen with the naked eye, and on his body, a huge red blood mist wrapped around him, and before he got close, he could smell the breathtaking smell of blood.

In the past, only the blood qi that only demon beasts could see was now completely substantiated, and Fang Yuanzhang Xu soared into the sky, and when he looked at it from afar, his heart trembled a few times.

Compared with Zhang Xiaohu's side, Xiang'er is much more relaxed.

The tortoiseshell runes flickered non-stop, blocking every shot and knife that came in, and none of them could break through.

Xiang'er waved the sword in her hand and cut everything in front of her into two pieces, the cold sword light was one after another, there was no scream, no scream, only endless killing.

The left hand clenched into a fist, and the palm thunder inside was already ready, and there was the great monk who was close, Xiang'er suddenly opened his palm, and the lightning flashed inside, beating the great monk to a stiffness.

Don't seek to kill the enemy to win, just to block the opponent for a moment, while the other party was thunder and lightning numb, the sword in the right hand will then be cut down, that is, the gods descend to earth, can not stop the sharp sword body, a rise and fall, the place where the cut is divided into two halves, the great monk opened his eyes, the upper half of the body from the right shoulder to the waist, obliquely slid down, people, instantly turned into two.

Blood and water, stump limbs, no less than Zhang Xiaohu's side.

Xiang'er is also so cold that her heart is killed, people are like machines, the palm of her left hand thunder sneaks up and down the monk, the sword in her right hand is slashed up and down, the flying sword hovers over her head, and from time to time she pulls a cold child and brings up a string of blood flowers, and the strongest tortoise shell swims around her body, not moving, and she is already invincible.

Xiaobai was not willing to be lonely, and saw the opportunity, sprang out of the tortoiseshell guard, turned into a demon rabbit more than one meter high, and bit down on the monk in front of him.

The strange big front teeth, usually can't see anything unusual, but now it is extremely magical, just like the upper and lower sluice knives are closed, even the great monk is wearing heavy armor, can not block it, everywhere it goes, there is half of the corpse left, the remaining half, chewing in its mouth.

For demon beasts, the monk's corpse is the most important thing, if it weren't for Xiang'er looking at it with cold eyes from time to time, Xiaobai probably had the intention of eating the entire square monk into his stomach, even Xiang'er glared at him, Xiaobai didn't spit it out immediately, but reluctantly chewed it in his mouth a few times, and then spit out the mutilated corpse.

With a bite down, with the cold light of dozens of blades, Xiaobai turned into a palm-sized white rabbit, passed through the tortoise shell and turned back into Xiang'er's arms, the tortoise shell behind him flickered, and a clanging sound sounded, so it sneaked up from time to time, and in the blink of an eye, it killed dozens of guards, that is, the great cultivators of the god refining, all of which became its delicacy.