"Why should I leave!" Yang Ying snorted: "No matter how powerful he is, we can still defeat him together."
Chu Li shook his head and said: "You go first!"
"Is he really that powerful?"
"The blood-clothed magical skill is very evil!"
"It's an evil sect!" Yang Ying shuddered.
Thinking that he would turn into a mummy under the blood-clothed magical power, he couldn't help but shudder and get goosebumps all over his body.
She turned over and jumped out of the window to find her master for help.
Chu Li looked at Xu Zhenzong: "Senior Xu is the leader of the Blood Clothes Sect?"
"Sure enough, I have some moral integrity." Xu Zhenzong smiled: "I am indeed the leader of the Blood Clothes Sect."
"It is said that the Blood Clothes Sect is a branch of the Blood God Sect. So Senior Xu is a disciple of the Blood God Sect?"
"You know a lot!" Xu Zhenzong nodded: "I was born in the Blood God Sect, and I am an insignificant person in the Blood God Sect. The Blood Clothes Sect I founded is not very popular, and it is really ridiculous!"
As he spoke, his blood boiled all over his body. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly flashed in front of Chu Li and slapped him with his palm, his movements as fast as lightning.
Chu Li suddenly jumped out of the window and waved his hands in the air.
"Bang!" Xu Zhenzong's body trembled violently and he took two steps back. The wound on his throat squirmed and closed quickly, leaving only a trace of red line.
Chu Li waved his hand again.
"Bang!" Xu Zhenzong shuddered again and took two steps back. The wound on his throat opened and then quickly closed again.
"Bang!" Xu Zhenzong trembled again, his wounds opening and closing again.
Chu Li threw out three swords and appeared on the roof of another house, far below the Jiuxing Tower.
Xu Zhenzong stood at the window and raised his voice: "Zhao Dahe, how long can you escape, and how many swords can you strike?"
Chu Li stood on the roof: "Master Xu, can you dodge my knife?"
"I can't hide, but your sword is not a threat to me. I can always catch you!" Xu Zhenzong said: "Besides, you still have three subordinates. If you can't kill me today, tomorrow they will dry up and die.
Death."
Chu Li snorted: "Then it depends on Master Xu's ability!"
"You will understand my ability. Your essence and blood are really pure and rare in the world. I really like it, haha!" Xu Zhenzong showed excitement and his eyes were burning. Looking at him was like seeing a supreme delicacy.
Son, it makes Chu Li feel cold.
Chu Li hummed: "If you have the ability, come and do it!"
He turned around and left.
Xu Zhenzong shot at Chu Li like an arrow from a string, one minute faster than Chu Li, and slowly caught up.
In terms of depth of cultivation, he is even better than Chu Li, and his lightness skill is extremely good, not inferior to Guangyin Bu.
Chu Li walked out of the city. Time flashed in and out. After a while, he left the city and came to a vast forest.
Xu Zhenzong chased after him without hesitation.
"Chi!" He heard a soft whistle and hurriedly dodged, but he was a step too late. The bright sword was too fast.
"Bang!" He hesitated and stopped under a huge tree.
"Chichichichichi!" The bright swords shot at him one after another. He couldn't avoid it at all, but he closed his eyes and put his hands together in front of his chest to protect the blood heart.
Chu Li's flying knives hit his body, but were blocked by the invisible force on his body. It could have penetrated his body, but it only broke through a layer of skin and could not really damage his internal organs.
His blood-clothed magical power is so profound that it is like wearing a layer of precious armor.
Chu Li shook his head and sighed inwardly. His cultivation level was still not deep enough. Even though he had trained the Bright Sword to the ninth level, it was extremely fast and powerful, but when faced with someone whose cultivation level was better than his own and possessed of extraordinary skills, he still couldn't do it.
In other words, the power of this bright sword will be weakened by one point.
If one's cultivation level is deep enough, even if the blood-clothed magic skill is wonderful, the bright sword can restrain him and shoot him directly to death. There is no way he can withstand so many swords.
"Haha..." Xu Zhenzong laughed loudly: "This is your flying knife, it's just like tickling, let's see how many knives you can throw!"
"Let's see how many knives you can take!" Chu Li said coldly.
He fought and retreated, then fled violently.
Xu Zhenzong was busy chasing after him.
He had just chased him a hundred meters away when he let out a soft whistle, and two blades of sword energy shot out at the same time, hitting his legs, and his movements suddenly stagnated.
Chu Li disappeared again.
Xu Zhenzong snorted angrily and started chasing again.
This time he didn't dare to be so presumptuous. The two swords shot him in the thigh just now. Although he recovered immediately, there was still some impact, and the speed was slowed down a bit.
"Chichi!" Two blades of sword energy were shot out again, from an unexpected angle, and his legs were hit by the knife again, unable to dodge.
Xu Zhenzong shouted angrily: "Zhao Dahe, if you don't come back, I'll go back and find your three men!"
Chu Li laughed loudly and said: "Okay, let's go!"
"It seems you don't care whether they live or die!"
"Whether they live or die is up to them. It doesn't matter if they really die. All we have to do is avenge them!"
"Okay, I want to see if you really don't care!" Xu Zhenzong turned around and left.
Chu Li laughed loudly, turned around and walked away.
Seeing him like this, Xu Zhenzong hurriedly turned around and chased after him.
He has a cold nature and feels that Zhao Dahe is the same type of person as him. If his subordinates die, they will die. The most important thing is his own life. Killing three of his subordinates by himself is just asking for trouble and will not affect Zhao Dahe at all!
Chu Li suddenly stopped, then dispersed his internal energy, fell from the huge tree to the ground, and began to perform the thirty-six postures of nourishing qi.
It's a pity that this is not Linghe Peak. The strange sword energy of Qiankun's first move is like a thread, and the sword energy gained from this move is almost negligible.
After performing the move, Xu Zhenzong had already caught up, stopped not far away, and looked at Chu Li doubtfully.
While Chu Li was performing the thirty-six moves, he said lazily: "This is a very powerful martial art. If you wait a moment, you can learn it!"
"Humph, you are pretending to be a ghost!" Xu Zhenzong sneered.
But he pounced on him without hesitation, not giving Chu Li a chance to continue to use it, but he was still afraid in his heart.
Chu Li had no choice but to find that there was only a trace of Qiankun's sword energy in his Dantian, so he used the third-level mental method of the Bright Sword to activate this ray of Qiankun's sword energy and transport it into a flying knife.
The higher the level of the Bright Sword, the more powerful it becomes, but now his body only has one kind of power, which is the sword energy, and cannot tolerate the others and cannot be used.
"Tsk!" The flying knife flashed away.
"Uh..." Xu Zhenzong looked down in disbelief.
The flying knife had penetrated the top of his dantian, and a hole was clearly visible.
The sword energy in Chu Li's Dantian was exhausted, so he could only use this sword, so he hurriedly ran the Great Light Technique, activated the ninth level of the Bright Saber, and shot out with his hand.
"Chi chi chi chi!" A piece of sword energy hit Xu Zhenzong's throat, eyes, and even his heart and Dantian.
Xu Zhenzong had no resistance, and the blood-clothed magical power seemed to have lost its effect, allowing the sword energy to pierce through and injure his internal organs. He slowly fell down and turned into a mummy in the blink of an eye.
Chu Li's sword hit his heart of blood. No matter how advanced his blood-clothed magical skill was, the heart of blood was still the vital point. Once it hit, his martial arts skills would be useless.
Chu Li let out a long sigh of relief. This Qiankun style was indeed exquisite. In fact, the Tianluo Sect probably didn't realize the mystery of this set of sword skills, and they didn't even think they could master it.
There was a sound of fluttering clothes, and Bai Feng came dressed in white, with white gauze covering his face. When he saw the mummy on the ground, he said, "It can't be Xu Zhenzong, right?"