Chapter 1627： Retreat (1/2)

The reason why Chu Li shot was because he recognized that the figure in the red light was the last Qin injury to come!

Although I do not know why he was not punished to go to Asura, but keenly he already knew that Qin hurt saw his camouflage and had a heart to kill. When Song Zhifan was killed, he wanted to kill himself.

Since he was killed, it is better to take the initiative to find a line of vitality.

”Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!” Qin injury continuously hit Chu Li.

Chu Li has been floating in the air and cannot fall. He has been struck out ten miles away and suffered more than a hundred palms.

King Kong's unbreakable body gradually collapsed under his constant blows. The power of heaven and man is comparable to thunder and lightning. He can hold one palm, ten palms, but not one hundred palms. In the end, his body was beaten to death Unbearable.

”Oh!” Chu Li suddenly spit out a blood arrow, and the blood arrow was mixed with meat.

Qin injury suddenly stopped, shrouded in red light, and looked at Chu Li, watching him motionless, his breath gradually weakened, and eventually he remained motionless, already dead, and then nodded with satisfaction.

He slowly came to Chu Li, and smashed Chu Li's heart with a slap, then disappeared in a flash, and appeared next to Song Zhifan in the next moment. This guy was his goal.

Song Zhifan was motionless and had no breath, and his body had cooled down.

Qin Su suddenly jumped into the air and turned into a towering giant light gate that hit the sky with red light.

After he got in, the light door slowly dissipated.

As time passes, the setting sun sets and the moon rises.

At the middle of the month, Song Zhifan suddenly trembled, then disappeared in the spot, appeared outside ten feet, the old and withered looks like drooping and old, but shuttled through the woods in an incredibly fast way.

After a moment he came to Chu Li's side.

Chu Li lay motionless on the ground, the blood in the corner of her mouth was already black.

Song Zhifan stepped forward and immediately smiled.

He squatted beside Chu Li and laughed, his old face showing a child-like smile.

He was inexplicably excited that the old guy would eventually die in his own hands.

What's more important is that this old guy is built pure and thick, and extremely powerful. He is the strongest one in the high hands he encountered. He is stronger than the ordinary gods and stronger than Chu Li.

As long as he completely devours this guy's energy, he will be twice as strong, or even more, and he will be able to recover from his injury.

What about heaven and earth, and heaven and earth, will you come to heaven to deal with yourself?

As long as he swallows this old guy, he can quickly cultivate one or two martial arts of heaven. Even if the heavens and men come, they can still pass. From now on, the world can run freely, kill the gods and create a new world , New rules.

Such an old guy is rare to see. He is more powerful than Tenjin, and devours him. He is worthy of a hundred heavenly masters.

Thinking of this, he smiled even more, pressed his palm away from his chest, and began to work.

A moment later he smiled, and froze on the old face, frowning at Chu Li.

Chu Li has only a faint breath, which is obviously a magical skill like his immortality, which can avoid the induction of others. If he has not, he may have been concealed and let him go.

But why can't he devour him in such a weak situation?

The more he couldn't swallow, the more he felt anxious.

After thinking about it, he pulled a thin hair-like thread from his hair, one foot long.

As soon as he performed his exercises, a falling hair fell on it, and it fell into two parts silently on the ground.

He wrapped this thin thread around Chu Li's neck, held it lightly, and tied both ends in his left hand, pulling back fiercely.

The thin thread that can break gold like mud was pulled into Chuli's neck, but it couldn't pull it anymore, and the thin line lost its effect.