1393 Chapter 1393 Shot (Third)

Outside Chongming City, it was dusk.

Wei Wuwei was majestic and majestic, he beat Lu Yurong and Fa Yuan back step by step, stretched to the left and right.

"Haha, Daji Wulin is nothing more than that, except for Chu Li, there are no masters!" Wei Wuwei shook his head and laughed, "Down for me!"

He shouted suddenly, his eyes shot red suddenly, and his palms hit Lu Yurong's and Fayuan's chests like lightning.

"Bang! Bang!" Lu Yurong and Fa Yuan flew upside down, sprayed a bloody arrow in the air, staggered a few steps after landing, and stood firmly.

Lu Yurong's blood stained the white gauze, she slowly took it off and threw it away, revealing a beautiful face with all kinds of charms, and everyone was buzzing with admiration and regret in the distance.

They saw the previous situation and already knew that this is the inevitable end, the two top masters Lu Yurong and Fa Yuan are still not Wei Wuwei's opponents, this may be the gap between Da Ji Wulin and Da Fu Wulin.

Lu Yurong's face was flushed like drunk, delicate and charming, but it was abnormally bright red. She had been severely injured and could no longer use her hands. The strength of the blood jade palm was still raging, and the injury was getting worse. , is also competing with the palm strength of the Blood Jade Palm.

"Haha!" Wei Wuwei laughed loudly, and said loudly: "But there are still people who are not convinced!?"

He glanced at the crowd in the distance, then looked at the dozens of people sitting on the ground, shook his head and laughed loudly: "That's all, that's all, I'm really disappointed!"

"The Young Master came from afar, how can the Young Master be disappointed!" A chuckle came from Chongming City, and then the white robe fluttered, Chu Li was walking like riding the wind, slowly floated out from Chongming City, and came to the front in a blink of an eye.

"Ah, it's Chu Li!"

"Director Chu!"

"Director Chu!"

"It actually appeared!"

People in the distance exclaimed in surprise, they did not expect Chu Li to appear.

Standing in the night wind fluttering in Chu Li's white robe, he looked at Wei Wuwei who was ten meters away: "Young master is so courageous!"

He looked at Lu Yurong and Fayuan and nodded, "You two have worked hard."

He suddenly appeared behind them, slapped each of them on the back, and stood back to the original position again.

Everyone felt that the blur in front of their eyes had recovered, as if Chu Li had never moved.

Lu Yurong and Fayuan let out a long sigh of relief.

The originally solid and domineering internal force was swept away, and the blood flow was smooth, and the internal force gushed out continuously, recovering the injuries of the internal organs and no longer worsening.

They were in complicated moods and stared at Chu Li with piercing eyes.

Unexpectedly, Chu Li's cultivation has reached such a level, and he is no longer at the same level.

"Chu Li!" Wei Wuwei squinted his eyes and glanced at Chu Li, his eyes were piercing, looking from top to bottom without stopping, his brows were furrowed even tighter.

Chu Li smiled and said, "Young Master, you are not afraid of breaking here!"

"You really are not dead!" Wei Wuwei said coldly.

Chu Li smiled: "You let the Young Master down."

"It doesn't matter, if you are not dead, then let you die!" Wei Wuwei disappeared in a flash, and appeared behind Chu Li the next moment.

Chu Li's mind was concentrated, and he felt that everything became slow.

He put his hand on the hilt of the sword, drew the sword out of its sheath, and stabbed lightly.

Wei Wuwei became transparent in his eyes. Through the bloody mist, he could clearly see the flow of his meridians and internal energy, see clearly the flaws in his movements and moves, and see the flaws in the overlap between moves and the circulation of blood energy.

The point of the sword broke through the obstruction of the blood mist, and pierced right into this point, piercing into the body without hindrance, and the point of the sword pierced through the back.

"Uh..." Wei Wuwei looked at Chu Li in surprise, the two were close at hand.

He didn't expect that he would be stabbed into the body by the sword, and it was stabbed by Chu Li.

The next moment he reacted, he slapped Chu Li with his palm.

Chu Li drew his sword back and at the same time greeted him with his left hand.

"Bang!" The two took a step back at the same time, and Chu Li's Ksitigarbha Runner Sutra dispelled the blood jade palm.

He thoroughly understood the mystery of absorbing the power of the Buddha beads.

The power of the soul suddenly grows, the scope of Dayuan Jingzhi's contemplation has not expanded, but the intensity of contemplation has greatly increased. He can already see through Xiao Qi's mind and Wei Wuwei's mind, and even the internal force flow of his body is clearly presented in front of his eyes.

Wei Wuwei's wearing the precious clothes is not the key, the key is that the blood-cloth magic is a very strong body-protecting qi, which can offset the internal force of Chu Li's sword, so that he can't break the treasure clothes. Because he took advantage of the flaw in the blood clothes magic skill, he was able to break through the treasure clothes and hurt Wei Wuwei.

"You..." Wei Wuwei squinted his eyes slightly, and felt that Chu Li was different, his cultivation hadn't changed, but he was getting more dangerous, and his intuition was reminding him to leave, the farther away from Chu Li the better.

He tapped two fingers on his chest, and the blood stopped flowing, and the control of the blood energy in the body by the blood-cloth magic skill is amazing.

Everyone's eyes widened in surprise, unbelievable.

They looked at Chu Li, then at Lu Yurong's Fayuan, and then at Wei Wuwei, unable to believe this scene.

They all saw clearly how powerful Wei Wuwei was. They thought that Da Ji would be humiliated again this time. He was so humiliated by Wei Wuwei that he couldn't hold his head up. Chu Li had been severely injured by Wei Wuwei before, so he fled back to recover. Injured, the guards of Yi Guogong's mansion also shrank and did not dare to come out.

Never expected that Chu Li would make a contribution as soon as he made a move, even stabbing Wei Wuwei.

Chu Li shook the blade lightly, and the blood beads rolled into the dust, and the dusty blade of the Dust Light Sword was not stained with blood.

He pointed his sword obliquely at Wei Wuwei: "There is no commander here, just save your life, I will send your head back to the Blood God Cult!"

He stabbed out with a sword.

Wei Wuwei sneered and clapped his hands.

"Ding..." Chu Li's sword was swung away like a jade pan, Wei Wuwei didn't see the slightest sign of injury, and once again he leaned forward and slapped Chu Li's chest with his palm.

"Hey!" Chu Li suddenly took a step forward, twisting his wrist and thrusting obliquely, the sword pierced through Wei Wuwei's left back waist, and the tip of the sword emerged from his right abdomen.

Everyone felt that in front of Chu Li, Wei Wuwei seemed to be a different person, clumsy and slow, with no power to resist, and Wei Wuwei who beat Lu Yurong's body like electricity like electricity seemed to be different from Wei Wuwei.

Lu Yurong and Fayuan shook their heads with solemn faces.

I thought to myself that I would be powerless to resist Chu Li's swordsmanship, and I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to make one move. It's really scary!

Chu Li drew his sword back and shook his head: "Wei Wuwei, you are not my opponent!"

"Okay! Okay!" Wei Wuwei sealed the wound on his waist, with a serious expression on his face: "Sure enough, it's Chu Li, if you don't take it seriously, you can't do it!"

A streak of purple flashed across his face, his eyes burst into red light, suddenly became blurred, and he appeared a hundred meters away in an instant, using the technique of blood escape.

"Hey!" Chu Li appeared one step earlier, piercing Wei Wuwei's heart with a sword.

His sword seemed to have been waiting there for a long time, waiting for Wei Wuwei to appear and touch it.

Wei Wuwei really bumped into swordsmanship by himself, and the sword was in his heart.

Chu Li drew his sword and said calmly: "Although the martial arts in Daji is weak, it's not that weak. The Young Master underestimated us too much!"

"Tch!" Blood was like a fountain, and he stepped sideways to avoid it.

Wei Wuwei hurriedly counted his fingers, stared at Chu Li, the red light in his eyes flickered, and was about to perform the blood god disintegration technique.