He grimaced, struggled to the ground, took out a jade porcelain bottle from his arms, poured the whole bottle of Peiyuan Pill into his mouth, and then shot the sword energy towards the Supreme Monk.
The Supreme Monk's Sun Disk is blocked in the heart and throat, as well as other places.
"Ding, ding, ding, ding..." The sound of clear chirping keeps ringing in your ears. When you hear it, your heart becomes calm and peaceful, and all worldly thoughts disappear.
Chu Li's sword energy was flowing freely, but the Supreme Monk stood still, holding a sun disk in each hand, blocking the sword energy one by one. The distance between the two was only five steps.
Chu Li was a little desperate, wondering if he should restore his cultivation and transform into Chu Li to deal with this supremely good monk.
Just at this moment, Mo Qianjun floated over and struck the Supreme Monk with a great bright divine fist.
The most good monk floated away.
At this time, he was concentrating on Chu Li's flying knife. He was so distracted that he could only avoid the punch.
Chu Li raised his voice and said: "Master Mo, please help me!"
Mo Qianjun asked: "How to do it?"
"Lend me your inner strength!" Chu Li said while waving his sword.
Mo Qianjun floated up to him, carefully guarding against the Supreme Monk. The Supreme Monk was concentrating on the flying knife and ignored him.
"Give me your inner strength!" Chu Li floated down from the wall and turned his back to Mo Qianjun, unguarded, as if they were not enemies.
Mo Qianjun pressed his palms onto Chu Li's vest without hesitation.
Suddenly, an incomparable amount of power surged out from Chu Li's back, swallowing up most of his internal energy in one gulp, surprising him.
Chu Li perked up and sneered: "Sir, I want to see how many knives you can block!"
The Zhishan monk said: "The poor monk wants to see how many swords Master Zhao can use!"
"Okay!" Chu Li said as his sword energy became more concise and swift, making Monk Zhishan concentrate his attention once again and ignored Li Ruolan to help Lu Zhen up.
The two women each took the elixir and sat on the couch to regulate their breathing.
They understand that they can't help and can only wait and see what happens.
Mo Qianjun only felt that his internal energy quickly disappeared from Chu Li's body. Chu Li's body was like a bottomless pit. His internal energy could not be replenished and he could not sustain it for too long.
He gritted his teeth, jerked his right hand, and pulled it out with great difficulty. Chu Li's back seemed to have infinite stickiness, preventing him from moving his hand away.
Mo Qianjun took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, popped the stopper with his thumb, and poured the elixir in the bottle into his mouth in one breath to replenish his consumed internal energy. Without the help of the elixir, he would not be able to hold on for long.
The Supreme Monk slowly retreated. The power of Chu Li's sword energy became stronger and stronger, and the speed became faster and faster. It was beyond the Supreme Monk's reaction. Moreover, the power contained in the sword was too huge, so it was not advisable to get too close.
"Junior Sister Li, give me another bottle of Peiyuan Pill!" Mo Qianjun shouted.
Li Ruolan took out a bottle of Peiyuan Pill from his arms, came to Chu Li with a faint fragrance, poured a handful into the palm of his hand, and stuffed it into Chu Li's mouth.
The Supreme Monk suddenly floated away to avoid the flying knife, and then a ray of white light shot from the sun to Chu Li.
"Bang!" Chu Li did not dodge, a cold light flashed from his hand, and a flying knife shot into the chest of the Supreme Monk.
The Supreme Monk lowered his head and looked curiously at the flying knife that was stuck deep in his chest. It was small and exquisite, like a work of art. He couldn't help but want to hold it in his hand and enjoy it.
"Poof!" Chu Li was hit hard by the white light, spit out a mouthful of blood, and took a step back.
Mo Qianjun's body was shaken, and he felt the surging power pouring from his palms. It was as condensed as substance and as sharp as a knife, and it almost cut him into several pieces.
The power shot out by the sun was as solid as a stone, and Chu Li transformed it abruptly and transferred it to Mo Qianjun.
Mo Qianjun saw Chu Li vomiting blood and did not suspect that Chu Li was up to no good. But when he saw a knife stuck in Zhishan's chest, he felt refreshed.
This was the first time that Zhishan Monk was seriously injured. The last time Lu Zhen fought hard to get hurt and gave her a sword, but it failed to pierce his chest.
He has a strange power in his body, which deflects the power. Lu Zhen's sword was originally a sure shot, but it deflected elsewhere at the critical moment. It almost only pierced a little skin, but Lu Zhen broke an arm. Thinking about it makes people hate him.
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Mo Qianjun felt a huge suction coming from him again, swallowing up all the internal energy in his body.
Chu Li spat out a blood arrow with a "pop", and following the blood arrow, there was a flying knife, which was incredibly fast.
"Tsk!" Just as the Sun Disk of the Perfect Monk was about to block his heart, the flying knife arrived.
"Namo Amitabha..." The supreme monk announced the name of the Buddha, took one step forward, took another step and disappeared in front of everyone.
"Poof!" Chu Li sprayed another blood arrow.
"Poof!" Mo Qianjun spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face quickly turned gray.
Mo Qianjun suddenly took action when the Supreme Monk left, hoping to break Chu Li's heart.
But his internal energy was almost empty, and a trace of internal energy was immediately transformed into his own strength by Chu Li, who turned around to attack Mo Qianjun's heart.
Mo Qianjun's body was empty and defenseless, his heart suddenly felt severe pain, his vision went black, and he secretly gritted his teeth.
"Junior Brother Zhao!" Li Ruolan hurriedly came over to help Chu Li.
Chu Li breathed a long sigh of relief, sat down softly on the ground, turned to glare at Mo Qianjun: "Altar Master Mo has a good trick!"
Mo Qianjun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head: "Both each other!"
They all made secret moves, but unfortunately they both lost in the end.
"Thank you to Senior Brother Mo!" Li Ruolan said: "If it hadn't been for Senior Brother Mo's help, we would all have died at the hands of the Supreme Being!"
Chu Li hummed: "Not bad!"
While the two were talking, Bai Feng and the others appeared.
Lu Zhen's face was as beautiful as gold paper, her breathing was rapid, and she glared at them bitterly.
Altar Master Mo gasped and said: "Junior Sister Lu, I can't blame everyone. The more people there are, the more trouble there is. The more beneficial it is to the Supreme Monk. It's right for everyone not to take action!"
"Exactly..." everyone said hurriedly.
Zhu Wenhan stared at Chu Li.
Chu Li glanced at him: "I didn't kill Jing Guinian!"
"Although you didn't kill him, you didn't save him either!" Zhu Wenhan said coldly.
Chu Li said: "Should I save him?"
"Lao Zhu, don't bite the three points unreasonably!" Bai Feng said: "At that time, Mr. Zhao could only save one person. To save me or Jing Guinian, is there any need to say?"
"Avenging private revenge is narrow-minded!" Zhu Wenhan said coldly: "It's far worse than Lord Mo!"
There was a sneer at the corner of Chu Li's mouth: "I can't compare to Altar Master Mo's selflessness. Everyone's lives were saved by Altar Master Mo. Without Altar Master Mo, we would all have died at the hands of the Supreme Monk!"
"Where is it..." Mo Qianjun waved his hand and said with a smile: "I'm just helping, Zhao Dahe is still the hero. We have been living in vain for a long time, but we still have to rely on you in the end!"
"Okay, you guys!" Bai Feng hummed: "Now think about it, how will you deal with it when the Supreme Monk comes next time?"
"With Zhao Dahe, we are finally confident that we can escape safely!" Mo Qianjun said with a smile: "As long as he dares to come, he will be punished by the bright sword!"
Li Ruolan hurriedly said: "Senior Brother Mo, Zhao Dahe has to go back, he can't stay here forever."
She heard that Mo Qianjun meant to keep Zhao Dahe and felt it was inappropriate.
Altar Master Mo's intention may not be that simple. It is not just to deal with the Supreme Monk, but he may have other purposes. No matter how selfless a person is, it is impossible not to avenge his niece.
"As soon as Zhao Dahe leaves, we will really have to deal with this!" Mo Qianjun sighed.
"Can't leave!" Zhu Wenhan snorted.
The two middle-aged men of the Chiyang Sect who had been silent for a long time also nodded. Zhao Dahe is the only hope against the Supreme Monk. Once he leaves, they will be in danger. (To be continued.)