"It's you!" Meng Xiaoqi's eyes flashed with lightning, and he suddenly laughed: "Okay, I was looking for you, and you came to the door, just in time!"
He slashed out with his sword, and with a flash of black light, he appeared in front of Chu Li and directly killed Elder Fan, who had become a middle-aged and beautiful woman. What he wanted to kill even more was Baili Na, who was played by Chu Li.
I was so suffocated at the hands of Baili Na, and even after killing several people, I still couldn't get rid of this bad breath. Only by killing can I feel happy. Otherwise, this feeling will be stagnant in my heart, and I will think about it all the time, which is extremely unpleasant.
Chu Li roared angrily, and a ray of light fell from the sky, condensing into a bright palm print to meet the black knife.
"Bang!" The black knife was shaken away.
"Huh?" Meng Xiaoqi looked at him in surprise, not expecting Chu Li to have such profound cultivation.
Chu Li's body shrunk a bit and flew out upside down.
Elder Fan and the others could tell at a glance that he had used the Divine Art of Sacrifice, even the tenth level of Divine Art of Sacrifice, and they had risked their lives as soon as he started.
He shouted in the air: "Elder Fan, you go first!"
Elder Fan said: "Be careful with his knife!"
"I know!" Chu Li laughed and said, "When I was chased by him, I learned how to use his sword. It's nothing special!"
"Hey, it's no big deal, come again!" Meng Xiaoqi sneered and slashed with his black knife.
"Bang!" Chu Li's Heavenly King Palm condensed again and hit the black knife.
This time, the black sword only struck once and then continued to slash out.
When Chu Li struck out with his left palm, his right palm had already followed, and the second Heavenly King's Palm had already hit the black knife.
"Bang!" Black Knife struck again.
Chu Li's third Heavenly King's Palm has been taken.
"Bang bang bang bang..." His inner strength seemed to be endless, and he struck one after another with the Heavenly King's Palm, which shocked Elder Fan and the other five people.
They all know about the Heavenly King's Palm. They know that one strike of this Heavenly King's Palm is enough to consume more than half of the body's internal energy. Two palms are already rare, and four palms are already the limit. But looking at Chu Li's appearance, one palm after another is continuous, as if the internal energy is strong.
Infinitely general.
They watched with fear as Chu Li tried his best. If he continued like this, he wouldn't be able to hold on for more than a few seconds before the thief would leave the building empty. He was unable to move and would be slaughtered by others.
"Go quickly!" Chu Li shouted.
Elder Fan was moved and glanced at the remaining five people: "You go first!"
"Elder, if we don't leave, the worst we can do is stay with each other!" The remaining five people shook their heads and were determined to die. Infected by Chu Li's madness, they were about to take action, but were blocked by Elder Fan: "Don't cause trouble!"
They could only stop and watched helplessly as Chu Li struck out one Heavenly King Palm after another, trapping the black knife.
The black knife suddenly disappeared in front of everyone, and they shouted that something was wrong.
The next moment, the long knife cut through Chu Li's heart.
Chu Li struck hard with his left fist.
The long knife flipped and chopped lightly, and Chu Li's left hand fell silently.
He snorted angrily and continued to strike without caring.
Although he had the Wanxiang Guizong and Tianxing Dongxu techniques, he vaguely sensed the coming of the long sword, but he still could not block the sword. The cultivation level of this heavenly man was really amazing, and he was not as good as me, so there was no possibility of winning.
"Okay!" Meng Xiaoqi hummed.
Normally, he would have killed Chu Li long ago, but seeing Chu Li's desperate state, he was not in a hurry to kill him. He just wanted to see how long Chu Li could last, and wanted to exhaust Chu Li to death. Only then was he happy.
He only thinks about how to have fun, because after the heavenly being breaks the seal, he seals it again an hour later, and his twenty years in the world have been ruined. If he doesn't torture his opponent well, how can he not be happy and happy!
Chu Li's left wrist had already been sealed with blood, and he cursed loudly: "Bullshit Demon Sword Sect, it's just bullying!"
"How did I bully you?" Meng Xiaoqi laughed.
"You are not human at all!" Chu Li snorted: "Although I am ignorant, I know that the light on your body is definitely not normal!"
Elder Fan said coldly: "When heaven comes, aren't you afraid of punishment according to heaven's rules?"
"Haha... you know a lot, but it's a pity..." Meng Xiaoqi shook his head and said, "Don't worry about this, you are going to die anyway!"
Chu Li said: "We will file a complaint when we get to Tianwaitian!"
"Haha! Naive!" Meng Xiaoqi laughed and said: "You think you can enter the outer world after you die?"
"We are masters of Heaven and Earth. If we die, we will naturally enter Heaven and Earth!" Chu Li snorted.
As he spoke, his right hand kept striking out, one strike after another with the Heavenly King's Palm, but it had already begun to weaken by two points. He saw that his momentum was gradually weakening, and he could not hold on for more than a few palms.
"Haha... I died under the magic sword and you didn't have a chance to enter the outer world. I'm so sorry, haha!" Meng Xiaoqi laughed proudly.
Chu Li's face darkened: "Can your magic knife swallow souls?"
"Exactly, you are very smart, Baili Na. It's a pity that smart people don't live long, so die!" The black knife suddenly lit up, and the black light burst out, as if it swallowed up all the surrounding light, showing a black hole, and the black hole shrouded it.
Xiang Chuli.
"Humph, what a loud tone!" A sudden shout rang in everyone's ears.
Elder Fan was overjoyed and shouted out loud: "Leader!"
Song Zhifan suddenly stepped out of the void and punched out lightly.
"Bang!" With a thunderous explosion, the black hole dissipated, revealing the black knife.
Meng Xiaoqi frowned and looked at Song Zhifan.
Chu Li let out a long sigh of relief. He wanted to retreat but suddenly stumbled. He fell limply to the ground and couldn't move. It was as if the bones had been removed from his whole body, and it was like a pile of mud.
Elder Fan said with great joy: "Master, be careful, this is a heavenly being!"
Song Zhifan stepped on the void with his hands behind his back and hummed: "This is not a place for you to show off your power, you should go to heaven!"
"Your surname is Song, and you must be a descendant of Song Wuji. You have a bit of his style." Meng Xiaoqi shook his head and said: "Although I don't want to kill you, but you are blocking the way of our Demon Sword Sect, so I have to get rid of you."
"Kill me? What a loud tone!" Song Zhifan smiled lightly and looked at him calmly: "Demon Sword Sect, with my Immortality Sect here, what else does your Demon Sword Sect want to do? It's really ridiculous!"
"Then try it!" Meng Xiaoqi slashed it with his sword.
Song Zhifan's blue shirt was fluttering, and the golden crown on his head was shining in the sun. He looked like a heavenly being coming to the world, and his whole body was radiating brilliance. Chu Li couldn't help but frown. The Song Zhifan in front of him gave him an unfathomable feeling.
Unexpectedly, he couldn't figure out the depth of Song Zhifan's cultivation, and his aura kept rising sharply, which put a huge pressure on himself. This pressure kept increasing, and he felt like he had seen heaven and beings before.
In terms of the strength of his aura and the strength of the divine field around him, it is difficult to tell the difference between the two.
I don’t know who is stronger and who is weaker when it comes to fighting, but no matter who is stronger or weaker, it is not good news for him. They are all trying to kill him, and neither of them can be defeated by him now. Although he is improving, he has become a master of tiger control.
Jue, the Vajra Indestructible Body has reached two levels of vigor, which is still a step behind them.
This makes him feel quite uncomfortable. If this continues, he will fall further and further behind. In the end, he will not be worthy of being their opponent and becoming their stepping stone. How can he be willing to do this!
He stared at the two of them intently. He wanted to take a look in the big round mirror, but was forced back by the light, so he could only watch with his naked eyes.
These thoughts are like lightning for a moment.
Facing Meng Xiaoqi's sword, Song Zhifan slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist.