Chapter 1628 Old Demon (Four More)

Chu Li stepped back while beating, getting farther and farther away from the trembling old man.

Lu Jun didn't approach either.

Song Zhifan also seemed to feel that he was not close to the old man.

"Old Ancestor, if we don't attack again, we will be defeated!" A young man who was lying on the ground and seriously injured by Lu Jun shouted loudly.

It is rare to become a master of heaven and heaven at such an age. He can be called a genius, but he is far behind the original Wei Wuwei, just like the morning star compared to Haoyue, who is suppressed and unable to become famous.

He was still a step behind Lu Jun.

After Lu Jun performed the magic skill of sacrificing his life, his eyes were burning like lightning, and he struck his palm extremely quickly, hard and fiercely, and all the people he touched with his palm flew out, and were slightly injured or seriously injured.

The slightly injured recover immediately after landing, and the seriously injured lie on the ground to rest, recovering quickly, and it won't take long to fight again.

Although most people fought around Chu Li and the others, the situation did not gain the upper hand at all. Instead, they were pressed and beaten by Chu Li and the others. More and more people lay on the ground unable to move, and slowly recovered.

Going on like this, after knocking down everyone, those lying on the ground may not have a chance to recover. After being severely injured, I am afraid that they can only die in the Tianshen Field, and then enter the outer sky or live again in the Tianshen Field.

The world only knows that they live in the field of gods, and only those gods know that they have other choices.

They have two choices, one is to enter the outer heavens, and the other is to live in the field of gods. The former is to be reborn in plastic, and the latter is to live in the body of the soul. Each has its own advantages and disadvantages.

So everyone was not afraid of death, they were just annoyed that they were beaten so badly in the field of gods, it was really embarrassing.

"Alas..." The trembling old man let out a sigh of relief, shook his head and said, "One generation is not as good as one generation, the Blood God Cult is really coming to an end!"

Everyone looked ashamed.

The old man suddenly inhaled, and his chest swelled up, getting higher and higher, as if a rubber ball was being inflated and finally turned into a round ball.

"Shh..." He spat out a long gas arrow.

Air arrows are black.

After exhaling this breath, he seemed to be a different person.

His back is straight, the wrinkles on his face are still there, his eyes are still cloudy, and his skin is still like chicken skin, but the feeling he gives is completely different. Just by straightening his waist, his temperament has undergone an earth-shaking change.

Like a javelin standing upright in front of everyone, the tip of the spear shot straight into the sky, as if it was about to pierce the sky, and the heroic spirit filled the air.

"Go!" He let out a loud shout, and lightly patted Song Zhifan with his right palm.

The skin around him is loose and wrinkled, only his hands are delicate and white, warm and moist like jade, like a pair of virgin hands, which is indescribably pleasing to the eye, but just looking at the hands is pleasing to the eye, but looking at him, people only feel creepy and weird .

Song Zhifan's figure swayed and turned into several shadows, as if several Song Zhifan were standing there at the same time.

"Hey!" The old man laughed lightly, ignoring all the shadows with his right palm, and hit somewhere in the void.

"Bang!" Several shadows disappeared, and Song Zhifan appeared in a staggered step, with a bright red palm print on his chest, as if cinnabar had been applied to his chest.

"Go!" The old man stopped drinking again.

Song Zhifan followed suit with his right palm, and his white and flawless palm met the warm and delicate palm of the old man.

"Bang!" The old man fluttered back a step.

Song Zhifan stood firmly on the spot, with a half-smile on his face.

Lu Jun smiled, and the leader was even better.

Chu Li secretly lamented where did this old monster come from, Song Zhifan felt better this time, and was directly seriously injured.

"Wow!" Song Zhifan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant.

He stared at the old man with piercing eyes, "Who are you?"

"Old man Zou Fanzhou." The old man said slowly: "To be able to survive my two palms is indeed the skill of immortality!"

"Zou Fanzhou! You are actually Zou Fanzhou!" Song Zhifan smiled wryly: "Sure enough, you are good at cultivation!"

Zou Fanzhou said: "The old man has been waiting for this day for a long time, and he is finally free!"

"Don't you have the slightest idea of ​​going back to the Longevity Sect?" Song Zhifan wiped the corner of his mouth and said in a deep voice, "Could it be that the Longevity Sect has wronged you and caused you to be so resentful?"

"It's just that we don't agree with each other." Zou Fanzhou shook his head and said, "We just want to live in peace, and we don't want to dominate the martial arts world!"

"Degenerate!" Song Zhifan sneered: "Having so many miraculous arts and learning, he doesn't want to dominate the martial arts world, but is willing to live in a corner, it's really ridiculous!"

"Anyway, the leader will stay today!" Zou Fanzhou said slowly.

After he finished speaking, he clapped his palm again.

Song Zhifan suddenly flashed and was about to disappear.

Zou Fanzhou bit the tip of his tongue, spurted out a bloody arrow and shouted: "Break!"

The blood arrow hit Song Zhifan's position, and he suddenly appeared in shape, motionless.

"Bang!" Song Zhifan received a solid slap.

"Pfft!" He fell on his back, and slid straight on his back more than ten meters away.

He turned over and got up immediately, his face was like gold paper, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared at Zou Fanzhou like a needle: "Blood Shadow Soul Extermination Technique!"

"Teacher, how about this blood shadow soul destroying technique?" Zou Fanzhou stood on the spot and looked at him with a smile: "In the field of gods, why should the leader waste effort, you can't escape!"

The Art of Shattering the Void cannot be performed in the Heavenly God Field, and the space of the Heavenly Demon Field is completely different from that of the outside world, so Song Zhifan's body skills have been broken by half, and he cannot directly escape for several miles.

Chu Li suddenly rushed towards Zou Fanzhou and shouted: "Master, you go first!"

The king of heaven made a palm print and hit Zou Fanzhou.

"Hmph, the guy from the Palace of Heavenly Kings!" Zou Fanzhou sneered, "I'd rather be a dog!"

As he spoke, he slapped Chu Li with his palm.

Song Zhifan picked up Lu Jun, turned around and left, his body was like a ghost, none of the masters of the Blood God Cult who intercepted him could meet his figure, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Bang!" Chu Li and Zou Fanzhou faced each other with their palms facing each other, and suddenly overwhelming power surged towards them.

Chu Li spat out a mouthful of blood and shot back backwards.

He was secretly surprised that Zou Fanzhou's inner strength was powerful, fierce and domineering, and he turned out to be a master of gods!

When will another god master appear in the Blood God Sect!

With his current cultivation base, even the masters of the gods are not afraid, but the masters of the gods in the field of the gods are extremely terrifying, and the power of the gods is unstoppable.

"Bang!" He slammed into a pine tree, and with a "click", the pine tree broke in two.

Chu Li showed a pained expression, as if his body had been smashed into pieces, he was motionless on the ground, unable to make a sound.

"It's rare for you to be so loyal!" Zou Fanzhou snorted coldly, stepped forward and disappeared in front of him.

Chu Li breathed a sigh of relief, this bet was right.

If Song Zhifan could escape with his life and still be on guard against him, then he really had to be tough.

Thinking of this, he turned into a stream of light and disappeared from the sight of everyone in the Blood God Sect.

They were a little at a loss, Chu Li, who was still seriously injured and dying, had such a speed, and it was too late to catch up.