He drifted out of Luoqiucheng, the dusk was rising and the light was dim.
He fluttered through the woods and stepped onto a high mountain along the woods. He suddenly stopped and turned to look at the woods below: "Come out!"
Mo Qianjun emerged from the woods, walked over the treetops and said in a deep voice: "Zhao Dahe, I originally wanted to keep you for a few more days and then find an opportunity to kill you later, but it's a pity that you are seeking death yourself. Today is your day to die.
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Chu Li showed a proud look: "I have already told King Fa that if I die, it will be your hands, Mo Qianjun's!"
"Haha..." Mo Qianjun laughed disapprovingly and said: "Naive! You said it was my hand that moved it? It depends on the wound and the martial arts that hurt you. Don't worry, all they saw was
It will be the swordsmanship of the Canghai Sword Sect!”
He slowly pulled out the sword from his waist and suddenly stabbed it.
"Chi" whistled softly, and the sword was as fast as lightning.
The sword seemed to directly cross the space. When the sword was pointed out, the tip of the sword was already in front of Chu Li's throat, leaving him no time to dodge or react.
However, Chu Li had already seen his murderous intention in advance and avoided the sword with ease: "You are far behind in the swordsmanship of the Canghai Sword Sect. You are so secretive about killing someone. You are so petty. I, Zhao Dahe, can't even kill you."
No need to hide it, I just want to kill you!"
He flicked his hand, and the cold light disappeared in a flash.
Mo Qianjun held his sword horizontally and hid behind the sword like an ape, using the sword as a shield.
His movement skills are strange. This contraction actually gives people the feeling that he has completely shrunk into the sword body. It seems that he can really be covered by the sword body.
"Ding..." The flying knife swung into the air and was blocked by the sword body.
Mo Qianjun didn't have time to be happy, because another knife had already been shot.
He cowered behind his sword again, holding his sword horizontally to block the attack.
The swordsmanship of the Canghai Sword School is exquisite, and there is a swordsmanship that is specialized in breaking hidden weapons. In order to kill Chu Li, he specially practiced this swordsmanship to break hidden weapons. With the treasure armor on him, it seems to be effective at this time.
Chu Li did not believe in evil and kept shooting at Mo Qianjun's throat and face with one knife after another.
In this way, it was much easier for Mo Qianjun. He only had to protect his throat and face and block several flying knives in the blink of an eye. The ones aimed at his body were missed and failed to penetrate the treasure armor.
Chu Li got closer and closer. At first it was a flying knife, but later he switched to an air knife. He was also defeated by this set of swordsmanship.
Although the swordsmanship was successful, Mo Qianjun secretly complained in his heart.
He didn't expect Chu Li to be so strong. The hand holding the sword was numb and he couldn't sustain a few blows. He pretended to be nonchalant, but unfortunately he couldn't hide it from Chu Li.
Chu Li also knew that Mo Qianjun was preparing a big move to make a comeback.
After shooting a knife, Chu Li suddenly retreated quickly.
"Woo..." Like the sound of a tiger roaring, Mo Qianjun suddenly turned his back on defense and thrust out a sword.
This sword is as fast as lightning, and the tip of the sword is bright and eye-catching, leaving no room for dodge.
It's a pity that Chu Li knew it in advance and easily dodged it.
The power on the sword surged like a huge wave. Once it stabbed, it would be poured out onto the injured person without reservation. But at this time, the sword stabbed the air, and the surging power immediately backfired on the person holding the sword.
Mo Qianjun's movements were stagnant.
Chu Li opened his mouth and let out a long roar, and activated the Jingshen Roar.
Mo Qianjun's old strength had been exhausted and new strength had not yet been regenerated. His movements were already stagnant, but he was caught off guard by the Jingshen Roar and suddenly stagnated again.
"Chi! Chi!" Two rays of cold light shot through Mo Qianjun's throat and took him flying out.
These two swords were struck by Chu Li with all his strength. Not only were they extremely fast, they were also extremely powerful. The swords were so powerful that they knocked Mo Qianjun away.
Mo Qianjun let go and the sword fell to the ground.
He was in the air with his mouth wide open, trying desperately to breathe, but there was a hissing sound in his throat, blood surged out, all the strength was flowing away, and when he landed, he couldn't use any strength at all.
Chu Li stretched out his hand, and Mo Qianjun's long sword flew into his hand. With a fierce swing, Mo Qianjun's head flew into the air.
"Leave a man under the sword!" a voice shouted from afar.
Fang Qingyang arrived like a wisp of smoke. Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, Mo Qianjun's head had already rolled to the ground.
"You..." Fang Qingyang pointed at Chu Li.
He originally wanted to save Chu Li, but he didn't want such a talented disciple to perish.
As Dharma King, he has already reached the highest position, and no matter how hard he works, he will not rise. Therefore, he will not be jealous of a talented disciple like Chu Li, but will take care of him. It will also be a great help for him to become Dharma King in the future.
He never expected that what he saw was this scene. Chu Li actually killed Mo Qianjun with a sword. There was a huge gap between the two of them in cultivation!
Chu Li threw away his long sword, clasped his fists and said, "Dharma King, I will go to Great Bright Peak to receive the punishment!"
"You..." Fang Qingyang pointed at him: "You shouldn't kill him, he will be dealt with according to the canon!"
"It's not that I want to kill him, it's that he wants to kill me!" Chu Li said solemnly: "I originally wanted to go back, but he came to chase me, and even pretended to be a member of the Canghai Sword Sect to kill me. In order to survive, I had no choice but to kill
Kill him!"
"You..., ugh!" Fang Qingyang shook his head and sighed: "Why are you doing this? You originally had a great future, but you were ruined like this!"
Chu Li said: "As long as I can avenge Senior Sister Li and Senior Sister Lu, I will do whatever it takes!"
Fang Qingyang looked at him, admiring his love and justice, but also feeling sympathy and pity.
This sword killed him happily, but his fate took a turn for the worse. Originally, according to his path, he would become the helmsman, patrol envoy, altar master, and Dharma king, but he would grow into a very important figure alongside himself.
After this sword strike, his fate will be completely different. His martial arts will be abolished, and it will be difficult for him to survive.
"I will intercede with the saint." Fang Qingyang shook his head and said: "But no matter what, you killed a fellow disciple. The canon is ruthless, so you must be prepared!"
"Yes, I will personally apologize to the saint!" Chu Li said solemnly, clasping his fists: "His Majesty, I take my leave!"
Fang Qingyang nodded slowly.
Chu Li turned around and stepped onto the treetops, drifting away.
In the early morning of the third day, under the bright sunshine, he arrived at Daguangming Peak and the elixir garden.
When he was approaching his hut, he ran into Song Yuya. Song Yuya looked him over and said, "Junior brother Zhao, you don't look good. Go and have a rest."
Chu Li shook his head: "Senior Sister Song, come with me."
Song Yuya looked at him doubtfully.
Chu Li had already turned around and entered the house, and she could only follow him.
Chu Li took out four jade bottles from the small cabinet on the bed and handed them to Song Yuya: "This is the elixir I made a while ago. Senior Sister Song, please take it and use it."
"What elixir?" Song Yuya asked.
"One bottle of Guangming Pill, two bottles of Peiyuan Pill, and one bottle of Stop Loss Pill." Chu Li said: "Don't tell others."
"Thank you, Junior Brother Zhao." Song Yuya took it and looked at him: "Junior Brother Zhao, I heard about Senior Sister Li."
Chu Li smiled.
Song Yuya said: "Although Senior Sister Li is gone, her merits are complete and it is not a bad thing."
Chu Li nodded.
Song Yuya knew that her words were of little use. No matter what, she would die forever and never see each other again. It was said that he liked Senior Sister Li, but Senior Sister Li liked Senior Brother Ji Xin.
"You should take a good rest." Song Yuya said, "You will be much better after a while."
Chu Li said: "Thank you, Senior Sister Song. I'm going to see the saint."
He hugged his fists and left the valley of the spiritual medicine garden and came to the outside of Guangming Palace. (To be continued.)