"Chichi!" With two soft whistles, the sword light shot through the clothes of the Supreme Monk, but was blocked by his inner armor.
"Bang!" Monk Zhishan was hit by the knife and spurted out a mouthful of blood in the air. He suddenly disappeared and avoided the other two knives.
Chu Li narrowed his eyes slightly and held the star stone in his hand. A cold current surged into his mind, and everything returned to normal. A scene suddenly appeared clearly in his mind, and he swung the knife again.
As soon as the Supreme Monk appeared, the flying knife had already hit his throat, but was blocked by his left hand in front of his throat.
His hand was as white as jade, and there was a red blush on the palm, which seemed to be touched by cinnabar. The flying knife hit the red blush, and then shot into the left palm, but failed to penetrate and stopped in front of the throat.
"Bang!" The Supreme Monk flew out again, flying upside down to neutralize the force of the flying knife coming from his palm.
Not only was Chu Li's internal energy pure, his cultivation was twice as deep, and his strength was also greatly increased. The flying knife contained not only internal energy but also fierce external force. The combined power of the two was amazing. Even if he blocked the flying knife,
He couldn't resist the force of the knife.
"Monk, you will enter reincarnation today!" Chu Li shook his head and smiled, and shot out another knife.
The Supreme Monk pulled out the flying knife on his left palm in the air and put it into his arms. He clasped his palms together, and the blood stained his palms red, but it did not damage the solemnity and sanctity on his face. He shouted a Buddha's name in a long voice: "Namo Amitabha -
—!"
After pronouncing the Buddha's name, his face suddenly looked old, wrinkled, and his skin was sagging. He suddenly seemed to have changed from youth to old age. Three or four hundred years passed in a flash, and only a pair of eyes were shining brightly. The coolness and coldness made people uncomfortable.
Dare to look directly.
Chu Li frowned, knowing that he had used his secret technique again, and the flying knife shot out again.
"Chi!" Faced with the flying knife, the Supreme Monk did not dodge. He flicked his finger lightly, and the wind whistled like a flying knife.
"Ding..." The flying knife suddenly bounced up in the air, and then fell straight to the ground.
Chu Li frowned and saw a finger force as pure as substance hitting the flying knife.
This finger surprised him. It not only required pure finger strength, but also precision. It was not that easy to hit the thin tip of a flying knife.
Chu Li shot another air knife.
"Bang!" The Supreme Monk calmly shot out a finger and collided with the air knife, causing both to dissipate.
Before Chu Li could ejaculate again, Zhishan Monk's finger force had already hit Chu Li's chest.
Chu Li took a step to avoid it and shot an air knife at the same time.
"Bang bang bang bang..." The air knife collided with the finger force continuously, and in the blink of an eye more than a dozen air knifes had been fired.
Chu Li seemed to be competing with him, and he shot out the air knife with all his strength, faster and faster.
Monk Zhishan's gray eyebrows were knitted together. He originally thought that the Bright Sword was extremely draining of internal energy and could not be used for a few times. With his profound cultivation, he would be able to suppress Chu Li and force him to leave.
Unexpectedly, Chu Li's Qi Knife seemed to be endless. After nearly twenty sword strikes, he didn't feel tired or empty at all. Instead, he became more energetic and seemed to be getting smoother and smoother. As he entered a good state, his Qi Knife became faster and faster.
Chu Li really felt that the Bright Sword was improving. He seemed to have found a strange state. His understanding of the Bright Sword was getting deeper and deeper. It was much smoother and faster than before, and the Qi Sword was a bit more solid. I don't know.
Unconsciously, his sword of light reached the final level and was about to reach perfection.
He suddenly realized that the fundamental reason was not the Star Stone, but the completeness of the Great Light Sutra, which was more beneficial to the understanding of the Bright Sword. As the Great Light Sword was refined, so was the Bright Sword.
He even felt that the Great Light Divine Fist had also improved, and if he polished it well, he could reach a higher level and step onto another level.
The Supreme Monk suddenly disappeared from the spot and appeared on the left side of Chu Li. Two finger forces attacked him at the same time.
Chu Li, however, had already expected it. When he appeared, he took a step forward, getting closer to the Supreme Monk. At the same time, he avoided the force of his fingers. As he stepped forward, he struck out a big bright divine fist, which was silent in his sleeves.
He shot out a sky-condensing finger, followed by another flying knife.
As soon as Master Zhishan felt something was wrong, his body froze and he couldn't move. Chu Li shot him in the throat with a knife.
"Tsk!" The Supreme Monk flew backwards, and the flying knife shot through his throat and flew out with blood, and shot into the wall next to him.
Chu Li was overjoyed and shot out his sword again.
For others, a shot in the throat would kill him directly, but this was not the case for the Supreme Monk.
"Namo - Amitabha -!" A Buddha's trumpet, like a bell and a bell, suddenly resounded through the night sky, making everyone's ears numb and their blood boiling. An old monk in gray robes appeared silently in Zhishan.
Beside the monk, mentioning that he suddenly disappeared.
Chu Li's expression changed slightly, he suddenly disappeared, and the next moment he appeared at the top of Luoqiu City.
The gray-robed old monk, with his beard and eyebrows all white, looked like a crane flying across the night sky, passing over the city wall in autumn.
"Tsk!" Chu Li shot out a flying knife.
The gray-robed old monk stretched out his broad sleeves to block himself from the Supreme Good Monk.
The flying knife shot into the monk's sleeve and fell silently. When Chu Li's second shot hit, the old monk had already floated a hundred meters away.
Chu Li disappeared in a flash and appeared in front of the old monk the next moment, punching out.
"Bang!" The old monk had an ordinary appearance. His eyebrows were white and his face was as white as snow. He looked a little weird, but he was calm and elegant, as elegant as a crane, but extremely fast. He stretched out his palm to catch Chu Li's punch.
The two of them each took a step back, and it was difficult to tell them apart.
Chu Li frowned and punched again, but the old monk dodged and passed by, not wanting to fight Chu Li.
However, Chu Li disappeared in a flash and stood in front of him again with another great bright divine fist.
This punch was too fast, and Chu Li appeared suddenly. The old monk wanted to dodge but couldn't, so he had to take it hard.
"Bang!" The old monk's robes fluttered and he finally took a step back.
Chu Li swung his hands fiercely, shooting one sword at the old monk and the other at the Supreme Monk.
The Supreme Monk had already passed out, but Chu Li could feel that he was full of vitality and no longer worried about his life. He had obviously taken the elixir. Chu Li suddenly felt hesitant.
Holding the star stone in his hand, he felt extraordinarily keen, and suddenly felt that if he wanted to break through the Ksitigarbha Chakravartin, he had to rely on the Supreme Monk. If he killed him now, he would cut off some of his opportunities.
"Who are you? Report your name!" Chu Li punched the Great Light Divine Fist and said in a deep voice.
The old monk fluttered away from the two swords, shook his head and said: "The poor monk is enlightened."
Chu Li frowned: "Yuanwu, you should be over a hundred years old, right?"
The old monk shook his head and smiled: "This poor monk is eighty this year."
"Eighty so old?" Chu Li said while punching.
The old monk dodged and replied: "The old monk has enlightenment on Buddhism, so he has the appearance of suffering and tranquility. Only by reaching Nirvana can one regain his youth."
Chu Li hummed: "If your Zhuanlun Temple wants to start a war with our Guangming Holy Sect, then let's stop it."
"King Zhao has misunderstood." The old monk said warmly: "All these are good deeds. Our temple has no intention of starting a war with the Guangming Holy Sect. It is a personal grudge and does not need to involve two sects."
Chu Li sneered: "If it goes well, it's a trip to Zhuanlun Temple. If it doesn't go well, it's a personal decision. You guys really got your plan right!"
"Alas..." The old monk Yuanwu shook his head and said: "I don't want to lie, let us go to the Great Bright Peak to explain this matter in person."
"That couldn't be better!" Chu Li said.
He has murderous intentions in his heart and has decided to go to Daqiu.