Chapter 1372 Painful Killing (Part 1)

A futon was placed in a majestic hall, and a tall old man sat on the futon, sitting there like a mountain.

His beard and eyebrows were all white, and his long frosty eyebrows drooped to the corners of his mouth, connecting with his beard, and his face was as tender as a baby's.

With the sound of hasty footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes, staring dissatisfiedly at the middle-aged man who opened the door of the main hall and entered.

The middle-aged man was wearing a purple shirt, his face was like a jade crown, and he approached with frowning brows, cupped his fists and said, "Elder, that kid is tough, he killed Nian Feng and Song Zhiqing in a row, and now he is fighting Jin Sikuang, brother Jin .”

"Xiao Jin made a move?" the old man said slowly.

"This Chu Li should not be underestimated. How can we let him continue to show off his power?" The middle-aged man in purple shirt shook his head and said, "If we can't kill him this time, we will be too shameless."

"Da Ji has such a character." The old man shook his head and said, "Feng Shui turns, it seems that Da Ji has a sign of prosperity."

The middle-aged Zishan said indifferently: "Because of this, it is really troublesome to kill him and let him grow up!"

The old man nodded to express his satisfaction, and said, "You won't miss this time, right?"

"Senior brother Jin has two hundred years of skill." The middle-aged Zishan said, "No matter how powerful this Chu Li is, it's impossible to stop him!"

"That's good." The old man said slowly, "I hope there will be no more accidents."

The middle-aged man in Zishan smiled and said: "Elder, don't worry, Senior Brother Jin's actions seem to be violent, but he is rough and subtle, and he won't capsize in the gutter. The elder just heard the good news!"

The old man nodded slowly: "You are right to be so careful."

"Yes." The middle-aged Zishan breathed a sigh of relief.

Chu Li was only in his twenties, and the previous arrangement was for a master in his thirties to kill him. I felt that this was the most appropriate way. It would not only kill Chu Li, but also let the disciples know how powerful Chu Li was. Don't let them develop arrogance, thinking that there is really no master in a wild place like Daji.

It's a pity that I still underestimated that kid. I didn't expect that Nian Feng failed to kill him, but instead killed Nian Feng. Later, he sent a top-ranking expert, but the result still failed. He didn't want to hurt the confidence of his disciples too much, so he directly sent two hundred years old The master, his senior brother Jin Sikang, tried to kill him in one fell swoop, so as not to give Chu Li a chance to stand up again.

However, it is a big deal for a master over a hundred years old to dispatch. Even in the sect, a hundred-year-old master will not make a move easily.

He was worried that the elder would blame him for making a fuss and acting in a sudden, so he came here to explain.

Footsteps came in a hurry, and a young man in purple shirt stood outside the hall.

The middle-aged Zishan frowned: "What's the matter?"

"Uncle Lu, Chu Li has won again." The purple-shirted youth said cautiously, cupping his fists.

He lowered his head, not daring to look into the hall.

This is the Grand Master's retreat hall, disciples are not allowed to approach, but Master Uncle has come, he can only come to report in order to spread the news, this matter is really too urgent and cannot be delayed.

"Your Uncle Jin lost?" Zishan middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

"... Uncle Jin has died."

"nonsense!"

"Yes!" The young man in purple shirt hurriedly bowed his body, not daring to say a word.

"How could Chu Li kill Senior Brother Jin!" Zishan middle-aged man said loudly in disbelief.

The young man in Zishan didn't say a word.

The old man with white beard and eyebrows said in a deep voice: "It's interesting! I still underestimated this kid, he is really a genius, so he must be killed, otherwise he will not succeed in defeating the tiger and suffer from it, and there will be endless troubles!"

"Yes!" The middle-aged man in Zishan clasped his fists and said with a gloomy face, "Elder, I will do it myself!"

"No, I'll do it myself!" The old man with white beard and eyebrows slowly got up.

"Elder!" The middle-aged Zishan was surprised: "You make a move?"

"That's right." The old man nodded and said, "You can defeat Xiao Jin, and he can also defeat Xiao Jin. Are you sure you can kill him?"

The middle-aged Zi Shan was silent, and finally shook his head and sighed.

He can be regarded as a generation of geniuses, except for Junior Brother Duan who is in retreat, he is the strongest, but compared with the nearly 300-year-old seniors and uncles in the sect, he is still not as good as him, and Mrs. Cheng is far superior to him.

Sword Moon Sect and Blood God Sect have different ways of martial arts, in addition to skill, what is more important is swordsmanship.

The masters of Tianwaitian do not have strong internal strength when they are old. Every master of Tianwaitian has his own limit. The body is like a bottle. Everyone is a bottle of different size. They often reach their limit after they are more than a hundred years old. At about two hundred years old, if you practice in the future, you need to calm down and pursue purity, and strive to break through the limit and go further.

But swordsmanship is different from internal strength practice, it is endless and has no limit, the more the heat is stronger, the more powerful it is, so it is very difficult for the disciples of Jianyue Sect to be as amazing as Wei Wuwei, who can overwhelm all the seniors at a young age.

Although Uncle Cheng's swordsmanship is not number one in the sect, he is already in the top ten. No matter how powerful Chu Li is, there is no way he can escape!

Cheng Huiye said slowly: "Let's go."

"The elder really wants to make a move?" The middle-aged Zishan sighed: "It's too flattering on him."

"If you don't flatter him, I don't know how many disciples will suffer." Cheng Huiye shook his head and walked out of the hall slowly. Outside, the young man in purple shirt was standing with bowed head, motionless like a statue.

Cheng Huiye stepped forward and disappeared suddenly.

The middle-aged man in Zi Shan said in a deep voice: "Go and put away your Uncle Jin's corpse and place it properly."

"Yes." The purple shirt youth said hurriedly.

The middle-aged man in Zishan disappeared like a flash of light and disappeared in an instant.

When he came to a small pavilion, Chu Li and Cheng Huiye were already in a ball.

The sword light was like lightning, covering the two of them, he squinted his eyes and looked at Chu Li, his face became more and more ugly.

Chu Li's swordsmanship seems to be not fast, every sword is clear, but he strikes fast with slow speed, allowing Cheng Huiye to be as fast as lightning, with deadly moves, and still hold himself firmly without being restrained.

In terms of swordsmanship, the two were evenly matched, and Chu Li did not lose the slightest bit.

If he goes up, he will definitely not be this Chu Li's opponent!

Why did Chu Li have such profound sword skills at such a young age? !

Chu Li waved his sword calmly, with a peaceful face.

He felt unprecedentedly wonderful. Under Cheng Huiye's persecution, all the sword techniques gradually merged into each other as if it were a matter of course. They were all coups. Every sword looked ordinary, but it was ingenious and exquisite, just enough to restrain Cheng Huiye. Sword light like electricity.

This Cheng Huiye is extremely powerful, his inner strength is mellow and endless, and his sword strength pervades, making him feel like he is in a sea of ​​sword strength, and he is everywhere and cannot be defended.

Chu Li, on the other hand, used his ingenuity to drive his swordsmanship to constantly change, whether it was the Daguang Jue, or the Jueyun Divine Art, or the Ksitigarbha Running Wheel Sutra, or the Heavenly Demon Art.

Under such changes, the layers of sword strength were disturbed, and they could no longer pose a threat to him.

Chu Li's sword was gradually speeding up, and the effect of taking Fengxing Dan appeared, and his sword was far faster than ordinary people's speed.

The two fought faster and faster, the light of the sword soared, forming a forest of coldness covering the surroundings, purely fighting the fast sword, Cheng Huiye's spirit was concentrated, there was no other thought in his mind, only one fast, no matter how fast, even faster.

"Come on!" Chu Li shouted suddenly, and suddenly shot out with his left hand.

The distance is extremely close and the speed is extremely fast, which is hard to guard against.

"Ding..." Cheng Huiye hurriedly swung his sword to block it.

Chu Li's silent finger pointed out, Cheng Huiye froze suddenly, Chu Li's sword light pierced his throat, and he floated back.