As the saying goes, softness overcomes hardness.:/The Old Man Wuxiang interpreted this principle to the extreme. If he had a long sleeve and a Tianmo Sword head-on, the result would be certain. With the sharpness of the Tianmo Sword, the Old Man Wuxiang's sleeve would definitely be cut.

But he took a different approach, avoiding the sharpness of the Tianmo Sword and attacking the sword body on its side. In this way, he was not fighting for the sharpness of the weapon, but who had higher cultivation.

In terms of cultivation, Song Li is definitely not as good as Old Man Wuxiang. Although he has improved very quickly, he is still there and is now only at the second level of the Nascent Soul Stage. However, Old Man Wuxiang is already at the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage. The difference between the two is too much. Song Li naturally suffers a lot in such a collision.

It was so fucking treacherous. Seeing this, Song Li cursed in his heart. But there was no way, he could only control the twelve sword formations of the Illusion Characters to burst out all the attacks, hoping to kill the old man Wuxiang's sleeve first and then chop him to death.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang.

After a series of explosions, the fierce confrontation came to an abrupt end.

In this round, Song Li was much worse in his cultivation and eventually he was slightly inferior. The Tianmo Sword was knocked away and the twelve Sword Formation of the Illusion Character was also broken.

However, Song Li did not let Old Man Wuxiang have a good time. Just before the twelve sword formation of the Illusion Character was broken, he still controlled the Tianmo Sword and made Old Man Wuxiang feel busy for a while. More importantly, he left some marks for Old Man Wuxiang and cut off his two sleeves. The originally wrapped tightly showed two thin arms this time, and the mystery was gone, and it became a little more funny.

"Good sword." Old Man Wuxiang broke his sleeve on the ground and said in a deep voice. He only praised the good sword but not the twelve sword formation of Song Li's illusion. In fact, Song Li's sharpness with the Tianmo Sword is not a big skill.

Song Li didn't care about this at all, and nodded in agreement and said, "It seems that you are still very self-aware. You are indeed so cheap, no, you are very cheap. If you don't stay in your own country, you will come to our Holy Lion Empire to make trouble. Do you think you are a cheap person?"

"You little brat, you're looking for death." Old Man Wuxiang was not scolded like this. He was furious and murderous intent burst out. With a low growl, he waved his hand and pulled up the shadow of the palm, and bombarded Song Li with a powerful momentum like a covert earth.

I have to say that the old man Wuxiang, who has the peak cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage, was still quite fierce, and his energy was surging, like the huge waves raised during a tsunami and slapped at Song Li, or like mountains collapsed and huge rocks rolled down to destroy all the stones that crushed everything and crushed Song Li.

"Ah!" Queen Helen, who was standing aside, could still feel the double pressure on her body and mind caused by the powerful power, which made her scream in surprise.

Queen Helen held her hands unconsciously together, staring at Song Li's figure while silently praying for him.

Damn, Zoroastrianism actually has such a powerful killer? It's so powerful. Song Li was the first to bear the brunt and felt more clearly how sharp and fierce the masked man on the opposite side was.

But now he can't retreat.

Of course, he could escape. Even if this guy's cultivation level was much higher than his, Song Li could run away easily, but he couldn't do that.

As a man, when he encounters danger, he left a woman and ran away by himself. Song Li couldn't do such a kind of unscrupulous thing.

He pushed forward and tried his best, and let's see who died and who died in the end. Song Li was ruthless in his heart, stepped forward, and also used a killer move.

Thunder strikes.

This is the ultimate killing move of Thunder Whip, and it is also a trump card that Song Li rarely plays in his hand.

Now that it was fired, Song Li was like the Thunder God falling from the sky. Countless blue-purple lightning burst out around him, with lightning flashing, and thunder faintly containing infinite power full of destruction and destruction. He was like a giant thunder sword that judged the crime and thunder rushed towards the masked man.

In an instant, Queen Helen, who was watching the battle, even had an illusion.

That is, at this time, she was not in the Holy Lion Mountain, but on the vast sea, with waves surging around her and huge waves, as if she was about to subdue the sky and the earth at any time. At the same time, it seemed that in order to suppress the restlessness of the waves, the gods descended countless thunders and wanted to break the tsunami that soared into the sky.

boom.

This is a collision between two forces. When the attack of Wuxiang Old Man collided with Song Li's thunderous attack, a loud noise suddenly made.

With the banging sound, a huge pit with a radius of 300 meters appeared in an instant when the two forces collided, five meters deep. The original soil and stones were destroyed into powder by the impact force generated by the collision of the two forces in the moment.

call.

The next moment, the impact force scattered everywhere, as if the twelve-level winds were blowing from the flat ground, soil, stones, ash, etc. were blown to scatter.

Queen Helen was very close to her and was pushed back by this powerful impact.

Song Li and Wuxiang's old man at the center of the battle group suffered a greater impact and stronger force.

Crash.

Song Li slid seven or eight meters backwards, and his legs plowed two ditches about a foot deep on the ground.

Despite this, he always maintained a posture of being able to fight at any time, without any intention of retreating, even at this moment, drops of blood were falling from his body and arms.

It’s not that Song Li didn’t want to retreat, but he didn’t dare.

Because of the two fights, he had confirmed that the masked man on the other side was very strong and had a very good grasp of the timing of the battle. If he showed a little bit of the intention of retreat, he would likely be caught by him. What awaited him was likely to be another round of violent attacks.

The masked man opposite is like a hungry wolf. As long as he discovers the weakness of his prey, he will definitely rush over without hesitation.

So even the previous one actually caused a considerable impact on him, so that his arms were covered with fine scars, and his skin had cracked tiny wounds under violent shock, and some meridians and internal organs in his body were also injured.

But he gritted his teeth and held it tightly as if nothing had happened. He could not leave any flaws for the enemy.

Under the push of the impact, Old Man Wuxiang just took three steps back and stabilized his body, looking stronger than Song Li.

But only he himself knew that in the battle just now, he did not take much advantage, because there were many traces of burning by the power of lightning on his arms and body, and some parts were even burned.

After the old man Wuxiang became famous, he always bullied and hurt others. He never suffered such injuries.

This made Old Man Wuxiang angry, and his murderous intent towards Song Li became more and more powerful.

No wonder the Holy Emperor was helpless with this boy. It was too difficult and too hard. Old Man Wuxiang was shocked. He thought that he had taken action in his rage just now and almost used 70% of his power, and it was definitely more than enough to kill Song Li.

But the fact is that he miscalculated. Song Li not only attacked him next, but also seemed to have suffered some skin trauma.

Is this kid a monster? His cultivation is much worse than mine. He actually connected me with two heavy blows and did not show any sign of decline. Instead, he hurt me?

No, you must not give him a chance anymore. You must kill him as soon as possible, otherwise it will definitely become a big trouble.

While he was shocked and unbelievable, the old man Wuxiang also began to get angry. He did not allow his own failure, nor did he want to watch this hateful boy live for a moment.

call out.

Amid the whistle-like scream, the old man Wuxiang made a move.

In order to disguise himself as Zoroastrians, the old man Wuxiang did not use his own fame move.

But now, when he realized that Song Li was not as easy to kill as he thought, Old Man Wuxiang couldn't hold back.

As the fingers flicked, finger force shot towards Song Li like crossbow arrows.

The first few fingers were still very powerful, and wherever they went, it seemed like they could run through everything, making people unable to help but feel daunting.

Of course that's all. Although it's quite scary, as long as Song Li keeps some gods, he can still avoid it.

But soon, the fingering technique of the old man Wuxiang changed, and his finger strength was still strong, but his voice became smaller and smaller. At the same time, his moves became more and more tricky and cruel, invisible.

And this is the Wuxiang Wanjie that Old Man Wuxiang is best at.

The loud sound is faint, and the elephant is invisible. The same is true for this formless and ten thousand kalpa finger. The quieter it is, the more invisible and invisible it is, the more powerful it is.

Many masters who died under the finger of Wuxiang, the old man Wuxiang Wanjie, didn't know how they died when they were killed.

When Song Li saw that he had no sound when he pointed, he immediately shouted in secret that he had no good intentions. In an instant, he burst out with all his strength and resisted frantically.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang.

After a series of explosions, Song Li slid backwards nearly a hundred meters away again. At this time, he was even more embarrassed than before. There were a few more deep scars on his chest and some more blood holes on his arms. Although he did not penetrate the front and back, his flesh and blood were blurred and he looked quite miserable.

Tick ​​tick tick.

Blood kept flowing down from Song Li and splashing on the ground.

It’s not that Song Li didn’t want to stop the bleeding, but he could feel that the other party’s aura was locking in him tightly. As long as he moved a little, it was very likely that the other party would attack more violently.

So he didn't dare to move. Fortunately, with his strength, even if he didn't deliberately explode the wound, he could stop bleeding by controlling the contraction of his muscles. Otherwise, he would bleed according to this momentum, even if he was not beaten to death, he would lose too much blood and die of death.

Damn, this Zoroastrian guy is so fierce. When this matter is over, I must go to Zoroastrian when I find an opportunity. My injury is not in vain. Song Li cursed in his heart, but his eyes were staring at the old man Wuxiang opposite him.

"Enough, stop beating." Queen Helen's heart was almost broken when she saw Song Li's tragic appearance covered in scars.

At this moment, Queen Helen realized that she was really in love with this brave and strong man who did not hesitate to live for her.

For him, Queen Helen made a brave decision
Chapter completed!