"So it's you." Zhao Chun was handsome, sitting in the Grand Master's chair and elegant, but his eyes were as cold as ice, and he said calmly: "You hate me for taking your seat, right?"
Chu Li said solemnly: "My helmsman was not taken away by you, but by the saint, but you should not kill my people. As a helmsman, you cannot protect the brothers in the helm. Instead, you kill your brothers and treat human life as nothing.
You are not worthy of being the helmsman."
His voice was steady and clear, driven by internal force, and slowly spread out, falling into the ears of everyone on the martial arts training ground.
Everyone knew it was his voice as soon as they heard it.
"Haha, it's not your turn to say whether I am worthy or not." Zhao Chun smiled lightly, shook his head and said, "Are you here to avenge them?"
Chu Li said: "I want to avenge them!"
"Very good!" Zhao Chun said lightly: "I have heard of your name for a long time. You are a genius among geniuses. It's a pity that you have only practiced for two years, and you are still far from it. I'd better step down while I'm in a good mood."
Chu Li frowned and looked at him, shook his head and said: "You are not very capable, but your tone is not bad!"
"Huh?" Zhao Chun frowned and stared at him coldly: "You mean I'm not very capable?"
"Do you think you are a master?" Chu Li chuckled, shook his head and said: "Looking at the sky from a well, you really don't know how high the sky is!"
"It seems that people can't be too kind." Zhao Chun said coldly: "If you don't talk about the kindness of women, then I will let you know what a master is!"
He shot at Chu Li from the Grand Master's chair, like an arrow from a string, arriving in an instant, and a punch had already been punched out.
Chu Li punched him flatly.
"Bang!" Zhao Chun came and went quickly, like an arrow from a string shooting back.
Chu Li shook his head.
Zhao Chun sat firmly in the Grand Master's chair and looked at Chu Li hesitantly.
Although he didn't use all his strength in this attack, he still showed some or eighty of his ability, and was actually hit back by Chu Li. We really can't underestimate this ugly guy!
Chu Li sneered: "That's all you have."
"Come again!" Zhao Chun stood up again and jumped in front of Chu Li, hitting him with his fist like an iron hammer.
Chu Li punched out.
Zhao Chun had already gathered momentum and moved forward, preparing to block Chu Li's counterattack.
Unexpectedly, Chu Li's fist power turned out to be empty and weak. He could no longer control his forward momentum and was about to move backward to stop his body. Chu Li's fist power suddenly surged out and hit his body.
His own strength plus Chu Li's strength combined to knock him flying out of the hall, and he fell to the steps below, where he landed steadily without showing any signs of embarrassment.
Chu Li stepped out of the threshold, stood on the steps, stood with his hands behind his hands and sneered: "How dare you kill my people with this little skill?!"
Zhao Chun roared angrily and ejaculated again.
Chu Li put one hand behind his back and punched lightly with the other hand.
"Bang!" Zhao Chun flew more than ten feet away like a kite with its string broken, and fell heavily to the ground.
This time Zhao Chun slid out more than ten meters after landing.
Chu Li's fist strength was strange. It seemed to have dissipated, but it suddenly appeared after Zhao Chun landed and pushed him back again, looking extremely embarrassed.
Zhao Chun stood up, the muscles on his handsome face were twisted and hideous, and his cold eyes stared at Chu Li without any emotion, as if he regarded Chu Li as a dead person and pounced on him again.
Chu Li shook his head and said: "You are too weak!"
After he punched out, Zhao Chun turned over again and flew backwards more than ten feet away. Then he landed and slid ten meters away. The place where he stopped was exactly where he stopped last time. It was the same as before. It showed that
It showed Chu Li's precise control of his internal energy.
People on the martial arts training ground not far away have stopped and looked here.
Seeing that Chu Li had the upper hand and Zhao Chun was in such a panic, they were all a little happy and wanted to cheer, but they restrained themselves to avoid Zhao Chun settling the score afterwards.
Chu Li stood on the steps with his hands behind his back, shaking his head and saying: "If you don't know what to do, don't blame me for being cruel if you do it again!"
"Death?!" Zhao Chun roared and shot again, suddenly shooting a knife in the air.
"Tsk!" The flying knife was as fast as lightning and arrived in front of Chu Li in an instant.
Chu Li shook his head and said: "It's really ridiculous!"
He shook his head and spoke while shaking his hand, and a cold light shot towards Zhao Chun from his fingers.
Zhao Chun had already ducked aside to avoid the knife.
Of course he knew that the Zhao Dahe Bright Sword played by Chu Li had a very deep level, but he did the opposite and used the Bright Sword in front of him. Unexpectedly, it might have a miraculous effect and kill Chu Li.
Unexpectedly, Chu Li had already seen through his thoughts, and the sword flashed past.
Just as Zhao Chung breathed a sigh of relief, he noticed a cold light appeared in front of his chest. He hurriedly fell back, but he couldn't do it in time.
"Tsk!" The flying knife stuck to his chest and throat, and finally cut open the clothes on his chest until his cheek was cut open, and blood immediately flowed out.
Chu Li flashed the flying knife in his hand, which shone coldly in the sun, and said coldly: "If it weren't for the canon, I would kill you today!"
Zhao Chun stood up, wiped the blood from his face, and glared at him bitterly.
He was shocked.
Zhao Dahe's Bright Sword was outstanding, but he still underestimated him!
Chu Li said in a deep voice: "You should give up your martial arts skills so that I don't do anything!"
"Impossible!" Zhao Chun sneered: "You have the courage to destroy my martial arts!"
Chu Li looked at him and said lightly: "He is a bit tough."
He waved his hand and shot out the knife.
Zhao Chun couldn't help but dodge, and another knife hit him in the shoulder silently.
Zhao Chun groaned, covering his right shoulder and glaring at him.
Chu Li said: "Let's see how long you can persist!"
He said, swinging his hand and stabbing again.
Zhao Chun avoided one stab but could not avoid the second one, and was stabbed again on his left shoulder.
Chu Li slashed with one knife after another. In the end, it was just an air knife instead of a real knife. Zhao Chun's body was covered with wounds one after another, dripping with blood, just like being tortured by Ling Chi. After a while, he was covered in blood, which looked scary.
Chu Li shot out one knife after another with an expressionless face, as if there was no end to it, which made people despair.
Later, Zhao Chun no longer even dodges.
He knew that Chu Li would at best have his martial arts disabled, and he did not dare to kill him, otherwise he would also have his martial arts disabled.
Chu Li said calmly: "You asked me about killing an altar master before you came here, right?"
"Huh." Zhao Chun snorted.
Of course he knew about Chu Li's murder of the altar leader, but he thought it was because of women, so he went crazy and killed people. After receiving such a heavy punishment, he was afraid that he would never dare to kill his fellow sect members again, plus he only killed his subordinates.
, not a woman, should not arouse Chu Li's murderous intention.
Chu Li said: "I won't kill you."
"I'm sorry you don't dare!" Zhao Chun sneered.
If Zhao Dahe kills himself again, he will definitely die. Even if the canon can't punish him, the senior leaders of the Guangming Holy Religion will not allow such a disciple to exist.
Chu Li said calmly: "Death penalty can be avoided, but living crime cannot be forgiven. I will cut you into an ugly monster with one knife. No one dares to look at you!"
"How dare you!" Zhao Chun roared angrily.
Chu Li said: "Do you think I dare? Look at the knife!"
He flashed the knife, and Zhao Chun didn't even have time to react. He was stabbed again in the face. The flying knife, as thin as a cicada's wing, passed against the skin, leaving a shallow wound with blood oozing out. (To be continued.)