"King Kong Temple is not that easy to deal with, but Xu'an is easy. .The fastest update." Leng Shouren smiled and said: "Xu'an's weakness is obvious, everyone can see it."
"Your Majesty wants to deal with Xu'an?" Chu Li shook his head and said, "Your Majesty must have never experienced the methods used by King Kong Temple. Even if the ancestors of the Leng family are here, I'm afraid they won't be able to protect your Majesty."
"It doesn't matter, I won't take action myself." Leng Shouren said: "It's best to let Xu An commit suicide, isn't it?"
"Huh?" Chu Li frowned.
Leng Shouren smiled and said: "If Miss Xiao San is captured and killed in front of Xu An, or even insulted before killing her, what do you think Xu An will do, Mr. Chu?"
Chu Li narrowed his eyes slightly, and a blue light flashed.
Immediately the God-killing Thunder Sword was activated.
"Bang!" Leng Shouren flew out immediately and fell into the flowers outside the pavilion. He struggled but couldn't get up.
He was lying in the grass, with thorns and thorns all over his body, his bright yellow gown was scratched, and there were even blood stains on his face and hands. He did not have the demeanor of a master of the gods at all, and he was in a miserable state.
At this time, he seemed like an ordinary person without any martial arts skills. As a majestic master of the gods, he was pricked by a flower thorn and bled. It was really beyond common sense.
The power of Chu Li's God-Killing Thunder Sword is becoming more and more astonishing. Since he retreated in the Wheel Tower and condensed the Wheel Tower in his body, his spirit has become more solid and pure, and is even more powerful than before. The power of Chu Li's God-Killing Thunder Sword is also much better than before.
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Chu Li said coldly: "I'll spare your life first, and then you'll be so filthy. Don't blame me for killing people directly, and completely ruining the Leng family!"
"You?!" Leng Shouren stood up with a pale face. His pale face was extremely gloomy, as if it were made of iron, and his eyes were as bright as fire.
He had a splitting headache, and he endured it with great perseverance, not letting himself cry out in pain, but it felt like a knife was constantly cutting off his head, and like a saw, the pain came one after another, getting stronger and stronger.
Chu Li said lightly: "Your Majesty, you think I can't kill you?"
"Okay! Okay!" Leng Shouren took a deep breath, secretly thinking that being impatient would ruin his plans, and said in a deep voice: "You are indeed the best in the world!"
He knew that Chu Li was powerful in martial arts and had learned from him before, but he didn't expect that Chu Li was so powerful. He was originally sure that he could kill Chu Li, but now he seemed to have to be more careful.
Chu Li said lightly: "I am not worthy of being the number one master in the world. Who dares to say that I am the number one in the world? But Chu does not dare!"
"Mr. Chu, why should you be so polite? You are now recognized as the best in the world." Leng Shouren gritted his teeth and said slowly, "It's nothing to suffer a loss in front of Mr. Chu."
Chu Li said: "It seems that Your Majesty is 100% sure of killing me, otherwise he would not say such things, so come on, why hide!"
After he said that, he slapped it with his palm.
A golden light fell from the sky, formed a palm print in front of him and struck out. The golden light fell and the golden palm flew out with a speed as fast as lightning and flint, making it impossible to prevent it.
"Bang!" A muffled sound came from the void, and then a figure appeared.
A handsome young man stepped in the void and looked down at Chu Li.
Chu Li looked at this handsome young man, and there was a hint of Leng Wufeng, but he was not like Leng Shouren, just like Leng Wufeng when he was young.
"Ancestor." Leng Shouren cupped his fists and bowed respectfully.
His face was pale and his breath was weak.
At this moment, the effort of a few words has been tortured to the point of death and depression.
The deeper Chu Li understands the Ksitigarbha Wheel Sutra, the more obvious the changes in his martial arts become. When performing, he can freely transform yin into yin, operating with yin energy or yang energy.
The God-killing Thunder Sword's yin and yang flowed together freely. This time it was yin energy. It did not destroy his soul all at once, but tortured him bit by bit because he was angry that he was disrespectful to Xiao Qi.
Even though Leng Shouren had a way to protect his soul, he could not stop this invisible and immaterial feminine God-killing Thunder Sword.
"Back off." The young man waved his hand and said calmly.
"Yes." Leng Shouren took a hard step back.
Chu Li already knew from Leng Shouren's mind that this person's name was Leng Zhifei. He was the second generation emperor who founded the Daji Dynasty, and he was also considered a wise king.
This man was not only wise and powerful, but also a man of heavenly talent. After being named a god, he was able to block the attack of the master, allowing Da Ji to gain a firm foothold.
When Daji founded the dynasty, he was trying to steal food from Dafu's mouth. The area where Daji was located was originally Dafu's territory. It was Daji's ancestors who rebelled against Dafu and founded the Daji Dynasty.
It is difficult to conquer a country, but it is even harder to sit on it.
After Da Ji's ancestors conquered the country, Leng Zhifei, as the second generation king, firmly established himself in the country, thus stabilizing Da Ji and not being destroyed by the great master.
Without his wisdom and prowess, the Great Season would have been destroyed and would not have lasted to this day.
Chu Li frowned slightly and looked at Leng Zhifei.
This is indeed a powerful enemy, with an extremely high level, probably reaching the second level, which is equivalent to Song Sizu.
Leng Zhifei also looked at Chu Li, and at the same time shot a stream of spiritual energy towards Leng Shouren.
Spiritual energy is invisible and has quality. It cannot be seen by outsiders, but it cannot be hidden from Chu Li's eyes.
The God-killing Thunder Sword collided with the invisible spiritual energy and made a vibrating sound, like a giant tree beating a drum.
Leng Zhifei frowned and stared at Chu Li, his expression cold and solemn.
He didn't expect that Chu Li was so sharp that he could actually see his soul-chasing palm.
The soul-chasing palm uses the power of the soul, which can kill people invisibly. Of course, it can also save people invisibly. Others cannot see or even feel it.
But Chu Li was able to intercept it, and he did so calmly.
He was determined in his heart that he could kill Chu Li because of the soul-chasing palm, but Chu Li also had this ability. The two of them were considered equal, so he had to be careful not to capsize in the gutter.
He was born with a strong soul, so he was able to practice the soul-chasing palm, but his descendants did not have such talent and could not practice it, and Leng's most powerful martial arts was also lost.
This made him particularly sad. This time, he wanted to find a successor of the Leng family to see if he could pass on this unique skill so that the Leng family could suppress everyone.
"Ah!" Leng Shouren finally cried out in unbearable pain.
Chu Li glanced at him and remained calm.
Leng Shouren suddenly squatted down, his head was dripping with sweat and white steam was steaming from his head.
Leng Zhifei frowned and hummed: "Get up!"
Leng Shouren struggled to stand up, his face was pale and without a trace of blood, his eyes were scattered, and the pain had exceeded the limit of what he could bear.
This is not a pain that the gods can withstand. The God-killing Thunder Sword still contains a trace of thunder and lightning power. Thunder is the hub of all things and the mother of power. No matter how powerful he is, he cannot stop the torture of the God-killing Thunder Sword.
Leng Zhifei snorted: "Look at what you are capable of!"
He especially hated seeing such a weak person.
His soul is strong, so his will is extraordinarily firm, and he can endure no matter how great the pain. He hates his disciples when they see their weakness.
"Grandmaster..." Leng Shouren smiled bitterly.
He also understood Leng Zhifei's temper, but the pain was too severe and he couldn't bear it.
Chu Li said calmly: "If we don't save him, he will die."
"Alarmist!" Leng Zhifei shook his head.
Chu Li smiled, shook his head and said, "He can't survive ten breaths."
"Hey!" Leng Zhifei sneered disdainfully and suddenly appeared in front of Chu Li. He slapped Leng Shouren with one palm and another.
Chu Li took a step back to avoid it, and the God-killing Thunder Sword shot out again, blocking Leng Shouren.
"Bang!" In the muffled sound, the palm failed to hit Leng Shouren.