Invincible from a hundredfold talent

Lu Li's eyes were calm.

Only the sacred sycamore tree can stop the erosion of the dark ghost fog.

He took a deep breath.

When he raised his hand, a little golden light pierced towards the verdant ancient tree.

But at this moment, there was a loud shout.

"stop!"

The sound was like thunder.

The moment it appeared, it scattered the golden light.

Not far away, the pitch-black ghost fog surged rapidly, and a huge figure stepped out of it.

"Purple Gold Falcon!"

Lu Li's face darkened slightly.

He didn't expect that the leader of Black Rock City would be so bold that he would risk being corroded by death energy to prevent him from destroying the holy plane tree.

"Human boy, how dare you destroy the holy plane tree!"

The moment he saw Lu Li, the Zijin Falcon yelled angrily.

It failed to stop the pitch-black ghost fog before, and it quickly broke free from it and fled outside the Black Rock City, but as soon as it left the city, it remembered the sacred plane tree deep in the hall.

That is the sacred object that the Black Eagle King regards as life!

The city can be broken!

Don't lose the sacred sycamore tree!

Otherwise, when the Black Eagle King returns, he will definitely not let it go!

So, it went deep into the dark ghost fog again, trying to take away the holy plane tree.

But I didn't expect that as soon as I came here, I found that human beings had already taken action, trying to destroy the holy plane tree.

This, let it be furious!

If the sacred tree of the Black Eagle King is destroyed by a mere human kid, then it doesn't have to wait for the army of beasts to come back, and just find a place to bury itself alive.

"Humans, go die for me."

The Zijin Falcon roared angrily.

With a flutter of wings behind his back, he attacked Lu Li with his powerful physical strength.

"Humph!"

Lu Li snorted coldly.

Also urged the strength in the body to the extreme, and greeted him.

Rumble!

In the depths of the hall.

A violent shock sounded.

But in less than a moment, Lu Li coughed up blood and fell back.

He looked at the Zijin Falcon that continued to chase, and his face became a little dignified.

The strong Wujun is indeed terrifying!

Even in this pitch-black ghost fog, it was far from something he could contend with.

"call!"

Lu Li took a deep breath.

He waved his hands suddenly, and the source power in his body surged out.

In this pitch-black ghost mist, tens of thousands of palm prints condense out. Those palm prints are all illusory, but each one contains terrifying power. The moment they appear, they turn into countless streamers of light and merge into one One.

boom!

Great inspiration!

A truly huge palm print emerged in the air.

After the sword art, he has also deduced the Huanyun hand to the extreme, and now he is using it with all his strength, and it is immediately majestic.

"You can't be affected!"

The moment Zijin Falcon saw the condensation of the palm print, his face became extremely ugly.

Even in the body of a Martial Lord, in this pitch-black ghost mist, it still has to leave most of its power to block the invasion of ghost energy. Neither the power of heaven and earth nor the awakened supernatural power dare to use it at all.

Only dare to fight with physical strength!

Otherwise, if the dead energy enters the body, it will be difficult to dissolve it.

But the human kid in front of him dared to fight with all his strength, without worrying about the erosion of death energy.

This, let it be unbelievable!

"It's too early to be surprised!"

Chapter 43 Killing the Martial Lord

In the depths of the hall.

In the dark ghost fog.

Lu Li's cold voice kept echoing.

In the void, the huge palm print of Huan Yun's hand also fell.

"Humph!"

The Zijin Falcon snorted angrily.

Shock is shock!