Chapter 55 Counterattack
Her body seemed to be torn by countless bugs, and the crazy pain made her frown slightly. However, seeing Zhang Tie's gradually red face and the quickly healing wounds, she forced herself to stop her expression and looked at Zhang Tie quietly.

Zhang Tie had never felt so comfortable before. It felt as if there was a warm sun in front of him. Zhang Tie wanted to see it clearly.

Then he opened his eyes.

What caught my eye was a pair of beautiful eyes and a gorgeous face. "Xiang Ling? Your body?"

However, apart from the youthful and pretty face, what Zhang Tie saw was a neck and arms that seemed to have been drained of moisture.

In a flash, Zhang Tie seemed to understand something. He grabbed Zhang Xiangling's hand blankly, but she easily broke free.

"Am I beautiful?" Zhang Xiangling tried hard to keep smiling, wanting to show her best side to Zhang Tie.

However, wrinkles gradually appeared on his face.

"Beautiful!" Zhang Tie hugged Zhang Xiangling fiercely.

"Brother Zhang, please leave quickly, I can't stop him anymore!"

Zhang Tie turned his head and saw that the man in black was trembling slightly, and the ferocious look on his face became more and more intense.

"It can still be used!" The man in black used all his magic power to break through Zhang Xiangling's blockade of evil spirit, saying, "The remaining body can at least be used to make pills!"

Every time the man in black moved, the energy in Zhang Xiangling's body would be lost faster.

Zhang Tie has never wanted to kill someone so much!

At this moment, his blood and energy were surging, and he used the body refining method again.

Waves of energy and blood continuously emanated from his body, mixing with Zhang Xiangling's essence and blood. Zhang Tie felt infinite power surging from his body.

The Qingyun Sword in his body seemed to sense Zhang Tie's murderous intent and uttered a soft hum involuntarily. Then all the spiritual energy in Zhang Tie's body rushed to the Qingyun Sword like a dam breaking.

“You’ve only established your foundation, do you still want to kill me?” The man in black sneered, and then a small black flag moved without wind and blocked in front of him.

"What if I can't use my magic power? Can you break through my magic weapon?"

As if in response to his words, the Qingyun Sword, with infinite momentum, launched Zhang Tie's strongest attack!
puff!
As the man in black was stunned, the Qingyun Sword pierced his chest.

"You're looking for death!" The man in black seemed to have lost his last hope, but the big hole in his chest began to move strangely.

Just like Zhang Sizhong on the flying boat before, his body recovered quickly.

The black-robed monk stopped talking. After two sneak attacks from Zhang Tie, he had already lost fifty years of his lifespan to recover. He would never be able to advance to the Nascent Soul stage in this lifetime.

In despair, he no longer had the desire to speak, and only wanted to eat up the last glimmer of life that Zhang Xiangling was looking for.

Before he could make any move, he felt weak.

I saw a black beetle coming to his neck without knowing when, sucking his blood crazily, "Not good!"

The black-robed monk slapped his neck frantically, trying to drive away the beetle on his neck.

As a powerful warrior at the peak of the Jindan realm, he had countless ways to kill people. However, his magic power was first temporarily blocked by Zhang Xiangling, and then his essence and blood were absorbed by the black-armored blood-sucking insects.

He couldn't even display one tenth of his full strength.

"What on earth is that!" The black-robed monk couldn't see the beetle on his neck at all.

Suddenly, he felt a chill on his neck, and then his head spun. "The black-armored blood-sucking insect is here with you." The man in black said the last words after seeing his headless body, and then closed his eyes completely.

After the Qingyun Sword beheaded the monk with one blow, it turned around and picked up the small flag and a storage bag from the black-robed monk's body.

Zhang Tie was in no mood to deal with the black-robed monk's storage bag at the moment.

However, the Qingyun Sword kept gently touching Zhang Tie's forehead.

"Get out of the way!" Zhang Tie impatiently pushed away the Qingyun Sword.

The Qingyun Sword spun around like a child, then turned around and came to Zhang Tie's side.

Zhang Tie was about to attack, but he found that the Qingyun Sword was pointing directly at a martial arts book, on which was written the Blood Evil Art.

"The Qingyun Sword never behaves like this. What's going on?" Zhang Tie frowned, then reached out to take the Blood Evil Sutra and flipped through it.

"What is this?" Zhang Tie's eyes lit up and he found that this Blood Evil Art was completely different from the one he got. This one was obviously a complete version.

One of the uses of the Blood Evil Art is to sacrifice lifespan to recover from any injuries to the body, and the more serious the injury, the more lifespan is required.

This black-robed monk was nearly killed by Zhang Tie twice before, and he used the Blood Evil Art to recover from his injuries, but the price was about fifty years of his life.

It is not at all like what the incomplete version says that it will take fifty years of life at a time.

In addition to this, what is more important is that he can help others recover from fatal injuries. Zhang Tie doesn’t know if there are any elixirs that can achieve this effect, but he no longer has time to find those elixirs.

"It's just fifty years of life. I have plenty of time!"

"Brother Zhang, I'm really not used to your gray hair. When you walk on the street, people will think you're an old cow eating young grass!"

Han Li was eating the spiritual fruit while looking at Zhang Xiangling and Zhang Tie being intimate with each other, and said with a look of disgust.

"Hahaha," Zhang Tie ignored Han Li's look and kissed Zhang Xiangling on the cheek, making her face turn red instantly.

"I'm not going to pay attention to you. I'm going to practice!" Zhang Xiangling shouted and ran out with a red face.

Seeing Zhang Xiangling leave, Han Li's smile suddenly disappeared, "Brother Zhang, do you really only have less than ten years left to live?"

"That's right." Zhang Tie nodded, took out a spiritual fruit from the table in front of him, took a bite, and the juice of the spiritual fruit instantly burst in Zhang Tie's mouth.

"So damn sweet!" Ever since Zhang Tie knew that he didn't have much time left to live, his temperament has become more and more carefree, and there is no limit to what he says. He says whatever he wants.

"But you don't have to worry!" He swallowed the spiritual fruit in several mouthfuls and wiped his hands, which were stained with fruit juice, on his clothes. "I plan to form a pill within ten years. Doesn't that mean I can live for hundreds of years?"

"Ah," Han Li sighed, "But that time when you tried to save Zhang Xiangling, you were sucked dry by her. Your foundation has been damaged. Let's not talk about whether you can form a pill. Even if you can form a pill, are you sure you can live a few hundred more years?"

"I think it will take at most a hundred years!"

“Then it will be fine if the Nascent Soul is formed within a hundred years!” Zhang Tie said nonchalantly, “I didn’t expect Xiang Ling’s physique to be like this. According to the Blood Evil Sutra, fifty years of life is enough. I didn’t expect that she almost sucked her dry in an instant.”

After waking up, he found that Zhang Xiangling had reached the false elixir realm, which made Zhang Tie suspect that he must have been taking yang to replenish yin!

Now, not only does he only have ten years left to live, but his cultivation has also returned to the Qi training stage.

(End of this chapter)