Chapter 1351 Enlightenment (Six More)

"Chi Chi!" With two soft howls, the saber light pierced through Zhishan Monk's clothes, but was blocked by his inner armor.

"Bang!" The Zhishan monk was hit by the knife, spewed a mouthful of blood in the air, and disappeared suddenly, avoiding the other two knives.

Chu Li squinted his eyes slightly, holding the Star Stone in his hand, a cold current gushed out into his mind, all phenomena returned to their ancestors, and suddenly a scene clearly appeared in his mind, and he swung the knife again.

As soon as the Zhishan monk appeared, the flying knife had already shot to his throat, but his left hand blocked his throat.

His hands were as white as jade, and there was a blush on the palm, which seemed to have been spotted by cinnabar. The flying knife just hit the blush, and then shot into the left palm, but failed to penetrate, and stopped in front of the throat.

"Bang!" Monk Zhishan flew out again, flying upside down to defuse the force of the flying knife from his palm.

Chu Li not only has pure inner energy, but also doubles his cultivation base, and his strength has also increased greatly. The flying knife has not only internal energy but also fierce external force. The combination of the two is amazingly powerful. Can't stop the force of the knife.

"Monk, you will enter reincarnation today!" Chu Li shook his head and smiled, and shot again.

The Zhishan monk pulled out the flying knife on his left palm in the air and put it into his arms, clasped his palms together, the blood stained both palms, but did not damage the majesty and holiness of his face, and proclaimed a Buddha's name in a long voice: "Namo Amitabha— —!”

After the Buddha's name was proclaimed, his face suddenly became old, wrinkled, and his skin was loose. He seemed to have changed from a young man to an old man suddenly. Three or four hundred years passed by, only a pair of eyes were shining brightly, cool and cold. Dare to look directly.

Chu Li frowned, knowing that he had used the secret technique again, the flying knife shot out again.

"Chi!" Facing the flying knives, Monk Zhishan did not dodge or dodge, flicked his fingers lightly, and the wind whistled like a flying knife.

"Ding..." The flying knife suddenly bounced in the air, and then fell straight to the ground.

Chu Li frowned, seeing an extremely pure and substantial finger force hit the flying knife.

This finger surprised him. It not only required pure finger strength, but also precision. It was not so easy to hit the thin tip of the flying knife.

Chu Li shot another air knife.

"Bang!" Monk Zhishan calmly shot out a finger, which collided with the air knife, and both of them dissipated.

Before Chu Li could shoot again, Monk Zhishan's fingers had already reached Chu Li's chest.

Chu Li took a step to avoid it, and at the same time shot an air knife.

"Bang bang bang..." The air knives collided with the fingers non-stop, and a dozen air knives were fired in the blink of an eye.

Chu Li seemed to be competing with him, and the air knife shot out desperately, faster and faster.

Monk Zhishan's gray eyebrows were already furrowed. He originally thought that the Guangming Saber would consume so much internal energy that he couldn't make a few cuts. With his profound cultivation, he would definitely be able to suppress Chu Li and force him to leave.

Unexpectedly, Chu Li's qi knife seems to be endless. After nearly 20 knives, there is no sign of fatigue and emptiness. On the contrary, his spirit is getting stronger and stronger.

Chu Li really felt that the Bright Saber was improving, and seemed to have found a strange state. His understanding of the Bright Saber was getting deeper and deeper. It was much smoother and faster than before, and the air knife was more solid. I don’t know Before he knew it, he had reached the last level of the Bright Saber and was about to reach perfection.

He suddenly realized that the root cause was not the star stone, but the completeness of the Great Light Sutra, which is more beneficial to the comprehension of the Bright Sword. Apart from improving the Great Bright Art, the Bright Sword is also improving.

He even felt that Da Guangming Shenquan is also refined, and if he polishes it well, he can go to a higher level and step onto another level.

Monk Zhishan suddenly disappeared in place and appeared on the left side of Chu Li, and two finger forces struck at the same time.

Chu Li had expected it, and when he appeared, he took a step diagonally, getting closer to the Zhishan monk, while avoiding the finger force, and at the same time he punched out a big bright fist, without a sound in his sleeves Shoot out a condensing finger, followed by another throwing knife.

Just as the Zhishan monk felt something was wrong, he froze, stopped and couldn't move, and Chu Li shot him in the throat.

"Hey!" Zhishan monk flew backwards, the flying knife shot through the throat and flew out with blood, and shot into the wall next to him.

Chu Li was overjoyed and shot again.

For others, a shot in the throat can kill him directly, but not for the Zhishan monk.

"Namo——Amitabha——!" The sound of the Buddha's trumpet resounded like a bronze bell resounding through the night sky, shaking everyone's ears numb and their blood surging. An old monk in gray robes appeared in Zhishan silently. Beside the monk, mentioning that he suddenly disappeared.

Chu Li's complexion changed slightly, and he disappeared suddenly, and appeared at the head of Luoqiu City the next moment.

The gray-robed old monk, with white beard and eyebrows, was like a crane flying across the night sky, passing over the Luoqiu city wall.

"Tch!" Chu Li shot a throwing knife.

The old monk in gray robe stretched out his wide sleeves, blocking himself and the supreme monk.

The flying knife shot into the monk's sleeve and fell silently. When Chu Li shot the second time, 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 with a punch.

"Bang!" The old monk was ordinary-looking, with white beards, eyebrows, and white face. He looked a little weird, but he was calm and elegant, as elegant as a crane, but extremely fast, and he stretched out his palm to catch Chu Li's punch.

The two took a step back each, and it was hard to tell each other apart.

Chu Li frowned and punched again, but the old monk dodged and slanted past, not wanting to fight Chu Li.

Chu Li disappeared in a flash, blocked him again, and punched another big bright fist.

The punch was too fast, and Chu Li appeared so abruptly that the old monk wanted to dodge it but couldn't do so and had to block it.

"Bang!" The old monk's robe fluttered and he finally took a step back.

Chu Li swung his hands violently, one knife was aimed at the old monk and the other was aimed at the Zhishan monk.

The Zhishan monk had already passed out for a while, but Chu Li could feel that he was full of vitality and no longer worried about his life. He had obviously taken the panacea, and Chu Li suddenly hesitated.

Holding the star stone in his hand, his senses were extraordinarily keen, and he suddenly had a faint feeling that if he wanted to break through the Ksitigarbha Chanlun Sutra, he had to rely on the Supreme Good Monk, and if he killed him now, he would cut off a period of his chance.

"Who are you, report your dharma name!" Chu Li hummed in a deep voice with a great bright fist.

The old monk Piao Piao dodged two swords, shook his head and said: "The poor monk is destined to realize."

Chu Li frowned: "Yuan Wu, you should be over a hundred years old, right?"

The old monk shook his head and smiled: "The poor monk is eighty this year."

"So old at eighty?" Chu Li punched while talking.

While dodging, the old monk replied: "The old monk has realized the Dharma, so he has the appearance of suffering and solitude. Only when he emerges from Nirvana can he regain his youth."

Chu Li snorted and said, "You Zhuanlun Temple wants to start a war with our Guangming Sacred Cult, so let's do it."

"Fawang Zhao misunderstood." The old monk said softly, "All these are acts of kindness. Our temple has no intention of going to war with the Guangming Sect. It is a personal grievance, and there is no 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 act. You really have your wish!"

"Alas..." The old monk Yuanwu shook his head and said, "I don't want to tell lies. Let us go to the Great Bright Peak to explain this in person."

"That would be great!" Chu Li said.

He has murderous intentions in his heart, and has already decided to go to Daqiu.

PS: The update is complete.