Chu Li has already found out clearly that the Blood God Sect is not very popular. Guanxing Pavilion and Sunu Palace jointly attacked their main altar once. Logically speaking, their enemies are Guanxing Pavilion and Sunu Palace. In fact, this is not the case. In terms of hatred,
In terms of depth, Jian Yue Sect is the deepest.
Guanxing Pavilion and Su Nu Palace have a new hatred, while Jian Yue Sect has an old hatred.
The hatred between the Blood God Sect and the Sword Moon Sect has lasted for hundreds of years. They have been fighting each other with swords and swords. The hatred has entered the bloodline and can never be resolved. Every generation of disciples has died at the hands of the other party.
Although they are all disciples of the eight major sects, the masters of Tianwaitian can enter the gods of each sect even if they die, or directly enter Tianwaitian without reincarnation, but killing is killing after all, and the hatred will not be weakened by this.
When Wei Wuwei heard the news that Jian Yue Sect was destroyed, he would never let go of this opportunity to add insult to injury.
The master of the Sword Moon Sect has been damaged. If he is severely defeated by him again, the prestige of the Sword Moon Sect will drop to the lowest level. At that time, the other sects will definitely add insult to injury, thus greatly weakening the Sword Moon Sect and giving the Blood God Sect a chance to take revenge.
Chu Li sat cross-legged in a forest at the foot of the mountain, closing his eyes slightly, watching Wei Wuwei's every move through the big round mirror, judging his cultivation.
Wei Wuwei's cultivation level is still better than his. As he is improving, Wei Wuwei is also improving, and he is improving even faster.
Chu Li shook his head slightly. He was a genius, and Wei Wuwei was even more so. Comparing one person to another is really annoying.
Wei Wuwei strode to the small pavilion, waved his hands and said: "No need to say more, just take action. You Jian Yue Sect had better not engage in wheel fighting, otherwise you will be the ugly one, I will not show mercy!"
"Young man Wei, you're so long-winded!" the two old men snorted coldly.
They unsheathed their swords and rushed towards Wei Wuwei. The sword light pierced out like lightning, covering his body from left to right, giving Wei Wuwei no chance to dodge.
"Ding! Ding!" Wei Wuwei clapped his palms and hit the tip of the sword quickly and accurately.
His hands were as if they were carved from white jade, with a warm luster flowing around them. They were exquisite and delicate, making people worry that they would break if touched. However, when they were slapped on the sword, the sword was swung far away, making the sound of gold and iron.
The two old men frowned and waved their swords again.
The powerful force coming from the sword body made it almost impossible for them to hold the sword, and they were about to take it out at any time, so the sword was slower.
"Ding ding..." In the clear sound, the two sword tips were hit by the white jade-like palms again and swung far away.
The two men had exquisite swordsmanship and were able to spin their swords according to the situation and move faster. However, the powerful force coming from the sword body still made their palms numb. It was even more difficult to grasp the hilt of the sword. They could only use their arms to move their wrists to control the sword.
"Ding Ding!" The sword moved faster, but still couldn't move faster than Wei Wuwei's palms.
The two swords finally broke free from their hands and flew out, rolling in the air and into the woods nearby.
The two old men's palms were numb and they stared at the sword in disbelief, unable to avoid Wei Wuwei's palm force in time.
"Bang bang!" The two of them flew out, like long swords chasing themselves, and fell into the woods without any movement. They died of exhaustion.
Although the two men were strong in cultivation, a blood jade palm took away their lives.
Wei Wuwei clapped his hands and shook his head: "You don't know your own capabilities, you are just sending yourself to death. It's ridiculous, sad and pitiful!"
He glanced at the woods over there with a look of compassion, shook his head and left the small pavilion, continuing to walk up the stone steps, striding like a meteor, crossing two stone steps in one step, but he chose not to use Qinggong.
Chu Li frowned and said nothing.
He could clearly see that Wei Wuwei's Blood Jade Palm was not subtle, but it was fast and ruthless. He could use his strength to defeat the two elders for ten times and deceived the two elders into not being as good as him.
No matter how exquisite the swordsmanship of the two old men was, they would not be able to fight against the blood jade palm unless they prevented their swords from touching the blood jade palm. Unfortunately, the blood jade palm was faster than their swords, so the outcome was doomed.
Chu Li also shook his head. The Sword Moon Sect really liked wheel battles, consuming cultivation and killing with one final blow.
Chu Li watched helplessly as Wei Wuwei used his blood jade palm to move up, killing ten top experts in a row like him, and finally encountered a gray-haired old man.
This gray-haired old man's name was Chen Ang, and he was the first person under the leader of the Jianyue Sect. The leader was in seclusion and could not come out, so he hurriedly broke out to fight.
Chen Ang's swordsmanship was so exquisite that Chu Li was amazed and inspired him greatly. He has been integrating the Seven Styles of the Divine Sword, the Jueyun Divine Sword, and later the Great Sky Expansion Sword, but he has been unable to fully integrate it. Progress has been made.
slow.
Now that he saw Chen Ang's swordsmanship, Chu Li was greatly touched, and he understood the swordsmanship even more deeply.
Chu Li was impressed by Chen Ang's exquisite swordsmanship. He asked himself whether he was his opponent. The Jian Yue Sect was indeed worthy of being one of the eight major sects and had a profound foundation. It was a fluke that he escaped unscathed last time because Chen Ang did not come out of seclusion.
But no matter how exquisite Chen Ang's swordsmanship is, Wei Wuwei still has the same set of blood jade palms. It looks ordinary, and his moves have no fixed formula. There are only two words: quick and ruthless. His palms are extremely fast, and his palms are extremely powerful.
Hitting the sword blade caused the sword's power to stagnate, and he took the opportunity to attack fiercely, suppressing Chen Ang's sword skills.
Chen Ang used his exquisite swordsmanship to pull back, but was soon hit by Wei Wuwei's sword, and fell into a disadvantage again. The two of them were in a stalemate for hundreds of moves, and after nearly a thousand moves, they were both out of breath.
As the top masters of Tianwaitian, their internal energy is constantly growing, but their internal energy is consumed too quickly and cannot be replenished. Eventually, their strength weakens and their movements slow down.
"Wei Wuwei, today is the day you die!" Suddenly loud laughter rang out, and two old men appeared and rushed directly to the field.
Chu Li raised his eyebrows.
He saw the two old men hiding in the woods far away, and when he saw that Wei Wuwei was finally tired, he felt that the time had come.
This approach is despicable, but extremely effective.
The two of them pounced on Wei Wuwei, sword lights everywhere.
Wei Wuwei's movements were slow and difficult, and he was unable to dodge. He was hit by two swords. However, he was wearing a treasure robe, and the two sword thrusts failed to pierce his treasure robe.
"Haha, Chen Ang, I'm really blushing for your Sword Moon Sect!" Wei Wuwei suddenly laughed, and his palms suddenly sped up.
"Bang bang!" The two old men flew out.
They were also great masters. Although they were not as good as Wei Wuwei, they were not far behind. Wei Wuwei suddenly became powerful, sudden and extremely fast. He did not avoid the sword tips of the two men and directly struck out with his palm, exchanging injuries for injuries.
The two old men had no time to dodge, and their palms were already printed on their chests.
"Haha!" Wei Wuwei laughed loudly, but the treasure clothes were not broken. The two old men flew out upside down, spraying blood arrows in the air, and couldn't move after falling to the ground.
Wei Wuwei was also stabbed in the waist by Chen Ang's sword. The sword pierced the treasured clothes and blood gushed out like a fountain.
Wei Wuwei clamped Chen Ang's sword fiercely, and regardless of him spinning the sword to expand the wound, he hit Chen Ang with one palm.
"Bang!" Chen Ang flew backwards, spitting out a mouthful of blood arrows, fell ten meters away, struggled to stand up, and prepared to continue the attack.
Wei Wuwei grabbed Chen Ang's sword, quickly pulled it out, threw it fiercely, and shot it into Chen Ang's chest.
Chen Ang fell to the ground holding the hilt of his sword. He took out the jade bottle from his arms with difficulty, opened it, poured all the elixir into his mouth, and began to meditate and adjust his breath, ignoring the long sword on his chest.
Wei Wuwei's lower body was stained red with blood. The wound was a round hole with gurgling blood and his intestines were severed. It was extremely tragic.
At this time, more than a dozen masters rushed out of the woods and surrounded Wei Wuwei.