White-Robed Chief

However, if you can cultivate the palm of the god, you can also kill him. Unfortunately, it takes too much time to cultivate the palm of the god, and you need to retreat for a while to complete it. There is no way now. Is it necessary to let him live longer?

When he was distracted, he was still out of the palm, hitting the centrifugal mouth of Chu. After his arms re-grown, he was more powerful than before, and was in the same position as the previous two palm strikes. defense.

Chu Li suddenly took a look and caught his right palm.

This is a carefully prepared exploration, the timing and speed are just right, while he is still relaxed.

After this exploration, his right palm clasped Song Zhifan's right palm like an iron clamp, and then he shoved sharply.

Song Zhifan's face changed slightly, and he felt bad. His left hand pinched his fingers like a sword to his eyes.

Chu Li bowed his head to avoid, while punching his chest.

"Bang!" Song Zhifan took a hard punch, exhaling a breath, but not too much, only a little pain.

Chu Li also measured that his black clothes did not have the effect of defending the internal force at all. The internal force penetrated into Song Zhifan's body but was resolved by it. The internal force of the God of God was indeed much more pure than before.

Song Zhifan pointed his finger at Ru Li's eyes again.

He knows that punching out is useless, and only by attacking his weaknesses can he force him to let go.

Chu Li turned his head to avoid, and operated ten layers of sacrifice. All the internal forces of Supreme Master Kong and Supreme Master King turned into a monstrous potential and condensed on the left palm.

A purple-golden palm print suddenly appeared on the left palm, and a flash of purple-golden light had already hit Song Zhifan.

"Bang!" Song Zhifan was flying horizontally, but was pulled by Chu Li's right hand, floating like a kite, his body was off the ground, his arms were pulled by Chu Li, but he could not leave in the air.

"Oh!" A blood arrow was emitted.

Chu Li sideways avoided and nodded in satisfaction.

King Kong's immortality is enough to stop the ten layers of sacrifice, and King Kong ’s palm condensed by the internal force of King Kong and King Sutra is the strongest. This palm almost required Song Zhifan's life.

When he landed on the ground, he stood firmly, and instantly became more than fifty years old.

Song Zhifan's eyes narrowed for a moment, the cold light flickered, and suddenly opened his mouth to spit out a white light.

"Oh!" Chu Li just tilted his head and couldn't completely avoid it.

A white light ran across his neck, almost cutting off the aorta, and even then, blood was flowing.

Chu Li frowned, and Dayuan Jingzhi saw the white light but a tooth.

To be able to break King Kong's life, this tooth is really strange.

Dayuan Jingzhi urged to the extreme observation. This tooth was covered with a layer of white light, which obstructed Dayuan Jingzhi's observation. It gave him a sense of sensibility. His intuition was dangerous to avoid. Obviously, it was not an ordinary thing, but a treasure.

Chu Li quickly stopped the blood in his neck and smiled at Song Zhifan: "Great!"

In this moment, Supreme Master Kong and Supreme Master Sutra filled up the inner strength, and once again operated the ten-layer sacrifice, King Kong's strength turned into a purple golden awn.

"Bang!" Song Zhifan floated like a kite again, his arm being pulled by Chu Li.

When Song Zhifan gritted his teeth, he suddenly turned his palm like a knife to his right arm.

"Eh!" He detached his right arm again, and chucked Chu Chu's hand, his body was already flying out.

He flashed like a ghost and appeared outside Shizhang, sneering and smiling at Chu Li: "The gift of today, ten times the next day!"

His white hair was as pale as frost, and his face was wrinkled. At this moment, he was more than a hundred years old.

It is a pity that Chu Li is fierce and resolute. Song Zhifan is indeed a strong enemy, especially the elders who are able to resolve fatal injuries. It is the most difficult thing. If you escape today, it will be more difficult to deal with it.

Apparently, he failed to complete the martial arts study. If he can do it, he will be chased by himself!

Song Zhifan was about to leave and suddenly looked up.

The clouds completely dispersed, and a faint light gate suddenly appeared in the sky.

Above the white clouds, the light gate is nearly a hundred feet high, so tall that it makes people bow down.

The light door slowly opened, and then a figure was drilled, and then turned into a streamer across the sky, as if a shooting star flickered.

Chu Li felt uncomfortable. I saw this scene before, but heaven and earth came!

As the streamer flickered, a figure suddenly appeared in front of them, shrouded in a red light. This red light shrouded the figure like a veil. He could not see his features, but only the height.

The red light shook like a candle flame, changing its shape from time to time, and the figure seemed unpredictable.

And strange power is shrouded around his body, so that Chu Li is out of breath, ten times more terrible than Song Zhifan's Tenjin Field, in which the speed will become slower.

The figure in the red light turned his head and looked at Song Zhifan, who had a broken arm. He hesitated, wondering why he was so embarrassed as a god. He also broke his arm, and then believed his induction.

Song Zhifan was old but still strong, urging Yudianbu to avoid it.

"Huh?" The hoarse voice sounded, and the figure in the red light seemed to be surprised that he had such a quick manner, and then flashed behind Song Zhifan.

"Bang!" Song Zhifan rushed out a dozen feet before, spitting a blood arrow in the air.

The place where he landed was almost a hundred years old, wrinkles were denser and deeper, and his hair was as white as silver.

"Bang!" He flew out again, much older after landing, wrinkles like knives, and thinning hair.

As a god, he is so old that he is almost two hundred years old.

"Sure enough, there is a doorway!" The figure in the red light uttered an admiration ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It is rare in this world to catch two palms without dying.

A flash of red light appeared again behind Song Zhifan.

Chu Li suddenly flashed to meet.

"Bang!" Chu Li felt only a rush of mountains and seas crashing into his body, his eyes quickly reversed, and he flew out involuntarily, and hit Song Zhifan.

Song Zhifan was hit and flew out.

Chu Li Ansong breathed a sigh of relief, and King Kong did not let himself down, and he caught this palm without being directly injured.

When he was unloading, half of his power passed to Song Zhifan.

But even so, Song Zhifan still felt weird. Half of the pressure was gone, which was a rare respite for him. Why was this old guy going crazy and suddenly holding himself up?

This is too weird. Suddenly insane and mistaken himself as a loved one?

Or does this old guy have anything to do with longevity education, even though it is an enemy, there are other connections?

"Uh-?" The figure in the red light frowned at Chu Li.

Then a sneer, a flash of red light, already shot the two, speed as electricity, avoidance is inevitable.

"Bang!" Chu Li slammed King Kong's palm against the red light figure, flying backwards at the same time, spraying a mist of blood in the air.

The red light was like a flame with a burning spirit, and Dayuan Jingzhi didn't dare to look at him.

But this palm shot, I felt hit him, felt that the palm touched his body, although I don't know if this palm can hurt him, but still shot this palm without hesitation.

Song Zhifan flew out and disappeared in the air.

"Bang!" The red light flashed, and Song Zhifan flew out again. After landing, he remained motionless and died.

"The boy is down and alert. I changed my face and recognized you long ago. You escaped the last time, and this time you died!" The red light figure sneered, the red light flashed, and Chu Li flew out again.