Chu Li sighed secretly, no wonder he felt in danger. It turned out that it was not the dangerous mountains and the hidden beasts and formations, but the powerful masters lurking in ambush.
Being able to avoid the wisdom observation of the Great Round Mirror without taking action, the heaven and man are one, just like a stone around. Once he takes action, he will be struck by thunder. He can actually control the dagger like he controls the Demonic Sword and give himself a fatal blow. This person is truly an incredible master.
The hole in his chest was like a gap, and all the power poured out like a flood bursting a bank. In the blink of an eye, there was no power left in his body.
The Great Round Mirror Wisdom observed a thin and slender middle-aged man leaning on a tree a hundred meters away, staring here. His eyes were like lightning. Their eyes met each other a hundred meters away. His thin and handsome face was indifferent, and his eyes were full of indifference. Calm, looking at him is like looking at a stone or a piece of wood, without any emotion.
Chu Li's eyes suddenly flashed with azure light.
"Bang!" The middle-aged man flew backwards and spurted a mouthful of blood in the air.
Then another cold light flashed, rising into the sky and shooting at Chu Li again.
Chu Li had already prepared and was watching the dagger. He dodged as soon as it flashed.
Although there was no strength left in the body, he squeezed out a trace of strength and moved one foot sideways with this strength, barely avoiding the cold light without another hole appearing in his body.
"Bang!" He hit a tree and slid down softly.
Ignoring the pain, he hurriedly took out a jade bottle from his arms, pulled out the stopper and poured out a snow-white pill, crushed the sealing wax and threw it directly into his mouth, turning into a stream of clear air and swallowing it smoothly.
He pressed his hand on the hole in his chest to stop the power from flowing out. As the power disappeared, his body became weaker and weaker. He could not hold on for long. The effect of the Demon Sutra was not strong in this body.
If it were the original body, it would have locked the wound, and even if it did not heal, it would no longer bleed, and it would no longer lose strength. However, this failed, and blood was still oozing out.
He took out another jade bottle, poured out some red ointment, applied it to the wound, sealed the blood, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Da Yuanjingzhi had already seen the middle-aged man over there who had fallen to the ground and was struggling to get up. His face was as pale as paper and his expression was confused. He had not yet recovered from the God-killing Thunder Sword.
Chu Li sneered. He had no strength now and could not use his inner strength. His spiritual power was still there, and the power of the God-killing Thunder Sword was still there. Although this middle-aged man's sword-control skills were wonderful, he did not have such magical powers as his own, so he fell to the ground. After landing on the ground, they fell into the woods a hundred meters away. He couldn't see him, but he could see him clearly!
"Bang!" There was another muffled sound, and a blue light flashed in his eyes.
After the middle-aged man was hit by the God-killing Thunder Sword, he felt as if he was hit by a giant tree. He flew straight up and hit a tree behind him. He spat out a mouthful of blood again. His face became paler and his expression was blank. He had already lost it. The power of thinking.
Chu Li gritted his teeth, restrained his murderous intention, concentrated on his martial arts, and concentrated all the power in his body.
He wished he could kill the middle-aged man with a sword, but the situation was critical at this time, and he could not allow his ambition to show off. If he really wanted to kill him, what if he didn't have the strength to deal with Cheng Wenchuan and the others who were chasing after him.
Although he ran fast, the middle-aged man wielding the sword must be a member of the Tianyang Divine Sect. They can communicate with each other and know each other's positions, so they will definitely catch up and cannot take any chances.
His top priority now is to recover from his injuries, regain his strength, and be able to protect his body when he moves the void. Otherwise, once he uses the void move, his body will directly collapse, sacrificing this soul lotus body in vain.
After the elixir penetrated the body, it quickly took effect. After a while, heat surged in the abdomen and began to disperse to the limbs. The originally weak and cold body gradually warmed up.
He was busy urging the heat to circulate and recover from the injury on his chest.
His face became increasingly ugly and his brows were furrowed.
I never expected that the body made of this soul lotus would be so difficult to repair. If it were in the original body, it would be able to regenerate flesh and blood in a matter of seconds. The magical effect of the Withered Rong Sutra can increase the growth rate hundreds of times.
But Hun Lian's body is strange. The Withering Sutra seems to be ineffective. Even if it is effective, it is far from the original body, a hundred times slower. The operation of the Withering Sutra is only slightly faster.
This little improvement is close to nothing and does not help. It is impossible to recover before they come over, and it is even impossible to recover to the point of moving the void before they come over.
His face looked ugly and he could only find another way. The spiritual energy surged around him and he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the Ku Rong Jing was not completely destroyed and he could still gather the spiritual energy and quickly transform it into power.
But the hole in his chest continued to dissipate strength.
One condensed and the other dissipated, and the two reached a weak balance. His idea of quickly converting it into internal energy, accumulating internal energy and turning it into Gang Qi, and protecting his body and moving into the void was in vain.
The body-protecting Gang Qi and the sword Qi of the Forgetting Divine Sword are different.
The Gang Qi formed by the internal force directly transformed by the spiritual energy is not strong enough. It needs to be formed by following special mental methods in the body. Once the internal force enters the body, it is directly released from the hole in the chest.
The only solution now is to fight to the death.
Cheng Wenchuan and the others were already approaching and wanted to surround him.
Chu Li glanced at the unconscious middle-aged man over there and breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't use any more mental energy to kill him. He only had to save his energy to deal with Cheng Wenchuan and the others. He didn't know if he could escape.
He didn't dare to have too much hope based on Qinggong alone, because the disciples of the Tianyang God Sect could summon their companions to chase and intercept them. Even though his internal strength was endless, his soul was not infinite, so he had to save it.
He turned into a phantom and floated into the air. With the help of the internal power directly transformed by spiritual energy, he turned into a phantom and shot out. Cheng Wenchuan and the others were still a mile away, and it was impossible to catch up.
"Hi!" A cold light suddenly shot over.
Chu Li was prepared this time, fearing that there was a second person ambush, but this sword was faster and more accurate than the previous one. He had just moved half a foot laterally when the cold light arrived and hit his lower abdomen.
"Tsk!" A hole appeared in his lower abdomen, and blood splattered.
Chu Li gritted his teeth and his eyes flashed with blue light.
"Bang!" A young man flew backwards a hundred meters away, spurting a mouthful of blood in the air.
Chu Li didn't expect that this sword was fired by such a young guy. It was harder and more deadly than the previous sword. If he hadn't been prepared in advance, he wouldn't have been able to dodge, and it had already hit his head.
Thinking of being shot in the head with a sword like this, there was no way he would survive.
With murderous intent at his peak, he instantly shot out three God-killing Thunder Swords, followed closely by three more swords.
The young man couldn't bear it anymore and flew across the air again, spurting out another mouthful of blood and hanging limply on the branch.
Chu Li kept moving, urging the Kurong Sutra to convert spiritual energy into internal force, and performing Qinggong to move quickly. At the same time, he took out two jade porcelains from his arms, taking one internally and one externally to slow down the injury.
But the damage to him was too severe. To make matters worse, his body could no longer bear it. What was even more frightening was that as his body weakened, his soul also weakened.