White-Robed Chief

In a magnificent hall, there is a futon. On the futon sits a tall old man who sits like a mountain. ??

His brow was white, his long frost frown reached the corner of his mouth, and he became a piece of beard, his face was tender and red like a baby.

Hurrying footsteps sounded, and he slowly opened his eyes, staring dissatisfied at the middle-aged man who pushed in and opened the hall door.

The middle-aged man struck a purple shirt, his face was like a crown jade, his sword eyebrows came forward and hugged fistfully, "Elder, the kid was very hard at hand. He even killed Nianfeng and Song Zhiqing. . "

"Xiao Jin shot?" The old man said slowly.

"This Chu cannot be underestimated, how can he be allowed to continue his prestige?" The middle-aged man in the purple shirt shook his head: "This time we can't kill again, we are too shameless."

"There are still such figures in the season." The old man shook his head and said, "The feng shui turns, and it seems that the season has a sign of prosperity."

The middle-aged purple shirt said faintly: "Because of this, it is necessary to stifle him, and it is really troublesome for him to grow up!"

The old man nodded and expressed satisfaction, saying, "Will not miss this time?"

"Brother Jin has two hundred years of skill," the middle-aged purple shirt said. "No matter how powerful this Chu Li is, it cannot be stopped!"

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

The middle-aged purple shirt smiled and said, "Elders rest assured, Brother Jin seems to be violent but thick and thin, and will not overturn in the gutter. The elders listen to the good news!"

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

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

That Chu was not more than 20 years old. The previous arrangement was only for a master in his 30s to kill him. I felt that this was the most appropriate way to kill Chu Li and let the disciples know the power of Chu Li. Do not let them develop arrogance, thinking that the wild place like the season is really no master.

It's a pity to look down on that kid. I didn't expect Nian Feng to kill him. Instead, he killed Nian Feng. Then he sent a master to master, but the result was still unsuccessful. The master, his brother Jin Simang, tried to kill it in one fell swoop, no longer giving Chu Li a chance to stand up.

However, the 100-year-old master is a big event, even in the case, the 100-year-old master will not easily shoot.

He was worried that the elders would make a fuss about himself, and acted at a shock, explaining.

Footsteps hurried, and a young man in a purple shirt stood outside the temple.

Middle-aged purple shirt frowns: "What's up?"

"Uncle 6, that Chuli won again." The young man in purple shirt clenched his fist.

He lowered his head and did not dare to look in the temple.

This is the closed hall of Shishu's ancestors, disciples are forbidden to approach, but Shishu has already come, and he can only come forward to report the news.

"Your King Shi defeated?" The middle-aged purple shirt said in a deep voice.

"..., King Shibo is dead."

"nonsense!"

"Yes!" The young man in the purple shirt bowed down and couldn't say a word.

"How could Chu Li have killed Brother Jin!" The middle-aged man in the purple shirt said in an incredible voice.

The Purple Shirt Youth said nothing.

The shameless old man Shen said: "It's interesting! I still look down on this kid, really a Wizards, and even kill them, otherwise the tiger won't be harmed, and the future will be endless!"

"Yes!" The middle-aged man in the purple shirt with a somber face, clenching his fist, "Elder, I will do it myself!"

"No, I shot it myself!" The old man with a white eyebrow slowly got up.

"Elder!" Middle-aged in purple shirt surprised: "You shot?"

"Good." The old man nodded. "You can beat Xiao Jin, and he can beat Xiao Jin. Are you sure you can kill him?"

The middle-aged purple shirt was silent, and finally shook his head and sighed.

He can also be regarded as a generation of Wizards. Except for Duan Shi, who is retreating, he is the strongest, but compared to the nearly 300 years old uncles and uncles in the case, Uncle Cheng is far better than himself.

Jian Yuezong is different from the martial arts path of the Blood Gods, except that the skill is more important in swordsmanship.

Tianwaitian masters are not strong at old age. Each Tianwai master has its own limit. The body is like a bottle. Everyone is a bottle of different size. It often reaches its limit after more than one hundred years old. Some of them About two hundred years old, you need to settle down to pursue purity in the future, and strive to push the limits one step further.

The swordmanship is different from the practice of internal force. There is no limit to endlessness. The more powerful the fire, the more powerful it is. Therefore, disciples of Jianyuezong are hard to be as shocking as Wei Weiwu, and they have passed the predecessors at a young age.

Although Uncle Cheng's swordsmanship is not the first in the sect, it is already in the top ten, and that Chuli cannot escape even if he is so powerful!

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

"The elder really wants to take a shot?" The middle-aged purple shirt sighed. "Too much for him."

"No more lifting him up, I don't know how many disciples will suffer." Cheng Huiye shook his head and slowly walked out of the hall. Outside, the young man in the purple shirt stood on his back, his head still like a statue.

Cheng Huiye stepped forward and disappeared suddenly.

The middle-aged purple shirt Shen Shen said: "Go and collect your King Shibo's body and settle it properly."

"Yes," said the young man in purple shirt.

The middle-aged purple shirt disappeared like a stream of light, and disappeared in no time.

When he came to a small kiosk, Chu Li and Cheng Huiye had already joined together.

The sword was as bright as electricity, covering the two. He squinted and looked at Chu Li, his face became more and more ugly ~ www.readwn.com ~ Chu Li's swordsmanship seemed unpleasant, each sword was clear, but with Slow play fast, let Cheng Huiye be as fast as electricity, lethal strokes, and still hold himself firmly without being restrained.

In terms of swordsmanship, the two were evenly matched, and Chu Li didn't fall into the slightest.

If he goes up, he will not be this clear opponent!

Why does Chu Li have such a profound swordplay at a young age? !!

Chu Li waved his sword calmly, his face was peaceful.

He felt more beautiful than ever. Under the persecution of Cheng Huiye, all the swordsmanship gradually merged into each other. All the tricks came from hand to hand. Each sword looked ordinary, but it was so clever and clever that it could restrain Cheng Huiye. Sword light like electricity.

This Cheng Huiye is extremely powerful. His internal strength is endless and his sword strength pervades him, making him feel like being in the sea of ​​sword strength.

Chu Li, however, is a clever and energetic change that spurs the continuous change of the mind of the sword, or a great light tactic, or the absolute magic of the cloud, or the tibetan runner, or the magic of the sky.

Under such a change, the layers of sword strength were disturbed and could not pose a threat to him.

Chu Li's sword gradually accelerated, and the effect of taking Fengxing Dan appeared, and the sword was far superior to ordinary people's speed.

The two fight faster and faster, and the sword light soars, forming a cold forest that surrounds them. She purely put together a fast sword. Cheng Huiye's spirit is condensed. There is no other thought in his mind. Only one is fast, no faster, faster.

"Here!" Chu Lichuan sighed and shot with a stab in the left hand.

The distance is extremely close and extremely fast.

"Ding ..." Cheng Huiye hurriedly blocked his sword.

Chu Li's silent finger had been pointed out, and Cheng Huiye suddenly froze. Chu Li's Jianguang pierced his throat, then floated back. 8

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