He vibrated the knife again, took a step forward and struck out. When speed and strength have reached their peak, any moves no longer matter. Just now, he only used three points of strength not to scare Aslan away, but now he tried his best.
The ghost clansmen obviously did not expect that Li Boxen, who had been pulled out of the air before, had not retreated from his power. He only had time to dodge and heard a sound from the side of his chest. When he looked again, he saw that one of his arms had fallen to the ground. Li Bochen slashed it with his sword, then stopped and slapped it to the side. Aslan's whole body was like a stone thrown by a trebuchet, and hit the mountain wall with a bang, which was no different from when he fell.
Li Boxen just wanted to fight quickly at this time, so he immediately threw himself into the smoke and swung his knife to take Aslan's head. But countless branches and leaves suddenly grew on the mountain wall to block the ghost clan. Li Boxen cut them all open with a slash of his sword. However, when the sword reached Aslan, he was already old, and his severed arm did not notice. When it came out again, both fists came out and hit Li Boxen's wrist.
He only felt numbness in his forearm, and could hardly use his strength. Aslan took the opportunity to twist his arms to grab the knife. Fortunately, the magic knife could not leave Li Boxen's hand. Although his forearm made a bang sound and was almost broken by Aslan with all his strength, the knife did not let go, and instead smashed the ghost clan's hand. There were several terrible gashes on both arms and legs, and they were bleeding profusely.
But soft, hair-like grass tendons grew on the mountain walls and mountains, and the wounds healed in an instant. Aslan's strength was not weak but increased. When he saw that he couldn't take off the knife, he punched Li Bochen in the face. At this time, Li Bochen knew that the Aslan in front of him was like himself in Wujing Mountain, blessed with vitality. But at that time, I relied on the Wujing Tiger King, while Aslan now relies on the Sumeru priests and the entire Dangtu Mountain.
The two must have practiced this kind of offensive before, and their cooperation was perfect. Although Aslan couldn't even catch a single move in front of him, with the strength of Rakshasa's physical body and the constant source of vitality, he was evenly matched for a while, and it was inseparable!
It must be resolved quickly. If you can't win within three moves, you really have to leave immediately!
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Li Boxen stopped avoiding his punch and squatted down suddenly. At this time, his right hand and the magic knife were still bound by Aslan's left arm and the vines on the mountain wall, and he couldn't pull them out for the time being. If he used his left hand to block Aslan's punch, he might be afraid that those who would hit him in an instant would The buds on the arm that are ready to go will climb up again and wrap around the other arm.
Therefore, when Li Bochen squatted like this, he first shook off the visor on his helmet. The armor was a ferocious animal face, with fangs all over its mouth and a row of spikes on its eyebrows. Aslan punched the visor, which made Li Bochen feel slightly dizzy. The edge of his own fist was a bloody mess, and even his finger bones were shattered.
The branch attached to his arm immediately repaired the injury, but Li Bochen's left fist also hit Aslan's face. Aslan did not have a helmet, but the Sumeru priest seemed to have anticipated Li Boxen's move. A large number of branches and leaves sprang up from the mountain wall, immediately protecting Aslan's head tightly.
Li Bochen's target was not his head, but the breastplate. With such a breastplate that could not be broken by the magic sword, it was difficult to hurt his vital parts, so Li Boxen used his fists.
The punch containing 100% of the power did not hit the head, but pressed down and hit the chest. The breastplate absorbed the force and transmitted part of it to the mountain wall behind Aslan. Then a "boom" sound was heard, and several huge cracks covered the mountain wall, and Li Bochen's fist was as bloody as Aslan. But this sound was just the beginning. Before the sound of the mountain wall collapsing had dissipated, a series of "dong-dong-dong" sounds could be heard, and then turned into a huge hum!
The cliff collapsed!
The earth and rocks sloped down again, first destroying the tentacles of the Xumi people among them, 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 in waves - the figures of Li Bochen and Aslan finally stopped.
He didn't know when he had returned the magic sword to its sheath, and grabbed the collar of Aslan's breastplate with his right hand. His left hand hung down softly, as if the entire arm had been broken. Although it is still healing slowly, it will take some time.
But Aislan in his hand had lost his human form - the breastplate was still intact. However, in an instant, dozens of punches were fired one after another, which were enough to destroy the mountain wall and the ground under his feet. His whole body was shaken into pieces. A lump of meat. Flesh and blood mixed with bone and flesh residues fell sparsely along the gaps in the armor. Only then did a few buds have time to tentatively pop out from the ground and touch the flesh and blood. Then he quickly retreated as if he knew it was hopeless.
Li Bochen swung hard, leaving only a breastplate in his hand, and the ghosts completely turned into 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 stream of heat steaming out. He did not rush to put on the new armor, but let the heat dissipate for a moment, then sneered and said: "High Priest, I have lost one of my arms, and maybe the spiritual power in my body has also receded. Do you want to give it a try? ?”
After a moment, the voice of the Sumeru man came: "The ghost spirit is immortal, you just destroyed his body."
Li Bochen laughed three times and put the breastplate on the ground on himself. At this time, he could move his left hand slightly, but it was still very slow to put it on. He said: "And you also rescued his Yin spirit. But what? I'm standing here now, and you still don't dare to take action."
After a while, the Sumeru priest said: "I'm curious about the person behind you. At first, I thought you didn't know how to use luck, so you should be a secret spirit. But the demon king gave me a revelation, and I thought you were a righteous god. However, Just now you couldn't even keep his ghost, and I'm not sure who yours is anymore."
At this time, Li Bochen fastened his breastplate and his left arm was gradually recovering. He shook his hands and saw that there was already a fire on the other side of the Lanjiang River. Rakshasa and monsters were fighting together, and the shouts of killing could be heard from here. The river water that had previously reached the shore has gradually receded, but the battlefield spread out by tens of thousands of people is so huge that only those on the outermost edge can realize this. So several groups of prisoners walked northeast, with only a few monsters chasing them.
He said: "Since you don't show up, I'll leave. Don't regret not keeping me here today."
After saying this, he walked towards the riverside, making himself walk as fast as flying, but he did not use his magical powers and did not show his inhuman strength like before. This was because the spiritual power in his body was indeed declining rapidly - as if there were some side effects, Li Boxen began to feel more intense anxiety. Along with it comes a physical reaction. Although there was spiritual protection when using this physical body to display the power of the spiritual god, the body was still inevitably damaged.
Now he gradually felt soreness all over his body and numbness in his hands and feet. Although I have an understanding of luck and great power, I really don’t know how long I can hold on.
However, he hoped that the Sumeru priest would be bold enough to kill him. Because he knows how to control luck like the ghost clan. He had made a mistake before - he thought of things too complexly, rather than too simply.
