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    He shook the knife again, took a step forward and slashed out.  When speed and strength have reached their peak, any moves are no longer important.  Just now he only used three points of strength in order not to scare Aslan away, but now he is doing his best.

    The ghost people obviously didn't expect that Li Bochen, who had been pulled down from mid-air before, would not back down. He only had time to dodge when he heard the sound of his chest being snatched. When he looked again, an arm had already landed on the ground.  Li Bochen slashed down with a knife, then stopped and slapped to the side. Aslan's whole body was like a stone thrown by a trebuchet, and hit the mountain wall beside him with a bang, and the force was comparable to when it fell.

    At this time, Li Bochen just wanted to make a quick decision, and immediately rushed into the smoke and dust and swung his knife to take Aslan's head.  However, countless branches and leaves suddenly appeared on the mountain wall to stop the ghosts. Although Li Bochen slashed all of them, the sword was already old when he reached Aslan, and his severed arm didn't know it.  When it was born again, both fists came out and hit Li Bochen's wrist all at once.

    He only felt a numbness in his forearm, and he almost couldn't use his strength.  Aslan took the opportunity to twist his arms to grab the knife, but luckily the magic knife could not leave Li Bochen's hand.  There were several terrible gashes on both arms and legs, bleeding profusely.

    However, the soft hair-like grass grows on the mountain wall and the mountain, and the wound heals in an instant.  Aslan's strength didn't weaken, but increased. Seeing that the sword couldn't be snatched away, he punched Li Bochen's face.  At this moment, Li Bochen knew that the Aslan in front of him was like himself in the Mountain Without Scriptures, blessed with the power of vitality.  But at that time, I relied on the Wujing Tiger, but now Aslan relies on the Sumeru priests and the entire Dangtu Mountain.

    The two must have rehearsed this kind of offensive a long time ago, and the coordination is seamless.  Although Aslan couldn't even catch a single move in front of him, with the strength of Rakshasa's physical body and the continuous flow of vitality, he was evenly divided and inextricably divided for a while!

    must be resolved quickly.  If you can't win within three moves, you really have to leave immediately!

    As soon as this idea came out, Li Bochen didn't avoid his punch anymore, and his whole body suddenly squatted down.  At this time, his right hand and magic knife are still bound by Aslan's left arm and the vines on the mountain wall, and they cannot be drawn out temporarily.  The buds on the arm that are ready to shoot will climb up again and wrap around the other arm.

    Therefore, when Li Bochen squatted like this, he first threw off the visor on the helmet.  The visor has a ferocious animal face, with fangs all over the mouth and a row of spikes at the eyebrows.  Aslan punched the visor, which only made Li Bochen feel dizzy, but the edge of his own fist was bloody, and even the finger bones were broken.

    The branch bud attached to his arm immediately repaired the injury, but Li Bochen's left fist also slammed towards Aslan's face.  Aslan didn't have a helmet, but the Sumeru priest seemed to have anticipated Li Bochen's move, a large number of branches and leaves sprang up from the mountain wall, immediately covering Aslan's head tightly.

    Li Bochen's target was not his head, but the breastplate.  With such a breastplate that could not be cut by a magic knife, it was difficult to hurt his vitals, so Li Bochen used his fists.

    The punch that contained 100% of the power did not take the head, but pressed down and hit the chest.  The breastplate took the force and transmitted some of it to the mountain wall behind Aslan.  Then there was a "boom", several huge cracks covered the mountain wall, and Li Bochen's punch was as bloody as Aslan's.  But this sound was just the beginning, before the sound of the mountain wall cracking dissipated, the sound of dong dong dong became one piece, and then it turned into a huge hum!

    The cliff collapsed!

    The earth and rocks slanted down again, first destroying the tentacles of the Xumi people, and then trying to bury the two of them.  But a more powerful force instantly forced the earth and rocks away, causing them to sweep away in all directions¡ªthe figures of Li Bochen and Aslan finally stopped.

    I don't know when he returned the magic knife to its sheath, grabbed the neckline of Aslan's breastplate with his right hand, and his left hand hung down limply, as if his entire arm had been shattered.  Although it is still slowly healing, it will take some time.

    But the Eslan in his hand has lost its human shape¡ªthe breastplate is still intact, but the dozens of punches that were blasted out in an instant, with enough power to destroy the mountain wall and the ground under his feet, shook his entire body into pieces.  A ball of pureed meat.  Flesh mixed with bone and flesh residues fell sparsely along the gaps in the armor, and only then did a few shoots have time to tentatively pop out from the ground and touch the flesh and blood.  Then, as if knowing that there was no cure, he quickly shrank back.

    Li Bochen flicked it vigorously, only one breastplate was left in his hand, and the ghost clan was completely reduced to a puddle of minced meat on the ground.

    He put the armor on the ground, and went to untie his breastplate with one hand, only to see a gust of heat steaming out.  He was not in a hurry to put on new armor, but letThe breath dissipated for a moment, and he sneered and said, "High Priest, I have already lost one arm, and maybe the spiritual power in my body has also receded, do you want to try it?"

    After a while, the voice of Sumeru came: "The spirit of the ghost race is immortal, you just destroyed his body."

    Li Bochen laughed three times, and put the breastplate on the ground on himself.  At this time, his left hand could move slightly, but it was still very slow to put on.  He said: "And you also rescued his ghost. But so what? I am standing here now, and you still dare not make a move."

    After a while, the Xumi priest said: "I'm curious about the one behind you. At first I thought you didn't know how to use luck, so it should be a mysterious spirit. But the demon king enlightened me, and I thought you were a righteous god. However  Just now you couldn¡¯t even keep his Yin spirit, and I¡¯m not sure what yours is anymore.¡±

    At this time, Li Bochen fastened the breastplate, and his left arm has gradually recovered.  He shook his hands, and saw that the other side of the Lanjiang River was on fire, Luo Sha and the monsters were fighting together, and the shouts of killing could be heard from here.  The river that overflowed to the shore before has gradually receded, but the battlefield spread out by tens of thousands of people is too large, and only those on the outermost periphery can realize this.  So several groups of people went to the northeast, only sporadic monsters chased them.

    He said: "Since you don't show up, I will leave. In the future, don't regret not keeping me today."

    After he said this, he walked towards the river, telling himself to walk like flying, but he didn't use supernatural powers or show inhuman power like before.  This was because the power of spirit and spirit in his body was indeed declining rapidly¡ªas if there was some kind of side effect, Li Bochen began to feel more intense anxiety.  With it comes a physical reaction.  Although there was spiritual protection when using this physical body to display the power of the spirit and god, the body was still inevitably damaged.

    Now he gradually felt sore all over his body, and his hands and feet were numb.  Although he has the perception of luck and great power, he really doesn't know how long he can last.

    However, he hoped that the Sumerian priests could boldly kill him.  Because he knows how to manipulate luck like ghosts.  He made a mistake earlier - he thought things too complicated instead of too simple.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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