Chapter 1381 Tragic (Third Shift)

Chu Li has already inquired clearly that the popularity of the Blood God Sect is extremely poor. Guanxing Pavilion and Su Nu Palace jointly attacked their main altar once. It is reasonable to say that their enemies are Guan Xing Pavilion and Su Nu Palace, but it is not the case. In terms of hatred The deepest, Jianyuezong is the most.

Guanxing Pavilion and Su Nu Palace are new enemies, while Jianyuezong is old hatred.

The hatred between the Blood God Sect and Jianyue Sect has lasted for hundreds of years. Swords and swords fought each other. The hatred has entered the blood, and it is absolutely impossible to undo it. Every generation of disciples has died at the hands of the other party.

Even though they are all disciples of the Eight Great Sects, even if they die, masters of the Outer Heavens can enter the Heavenly God Fields of each sect, or directly enter the Outer Heavens without reincarnation, but killing is killing after all, and this will not weaken the hatred.

When Wei Wuwei heard the news that Jianyue Sect was wounded, he would never let go of this opportunity to add insult to injury.

The master of Jianyue Sect was damaged. If he was severely defeated by him again, the prestige of Jianyue Sect would drop to the lowest level. At that time, the other sects would surely fall into trouble, thus greatly weakening Jianyue Sect and giving the Blood God Sect a chance to take revenge.

Chu Li sat cross-legged in a forest at the foot of the mountain, slightly closed his eyes, watched Wei Wuwei's every move wisely in the big round mirror, and judged his cultivation.

Wei Wuwei's cultivation is still better than him, as he is improving himself, Wei Wuwei is also improving, and he is improving faster.

Chu Li shook his head lightly, he was a genius, and this Wei Wuwei was even more so, it really pissed people off compared to others.

Wei Wuwei came to Xiaoting with big strides, waved his hands and said: "Needless to say, just do it. You Jianyue Sect had better not engage in wheel-to-wheel battles, otherwise you will be the ones who will look ugly. I will never show mercy!"

"Boy Wei, you're so long-winded!" The two old men snorted coldly.

They drew their swords out of their sheaths and rushed towards Wei Wuwei, the sword light pierced like lightning, covering his whole body from left to right, not giving Wei Wuwei a chance to dodge.

"Ding! Ding!" Wei Wuwei slapped out with both palms, hitting the tip of the sword quickly and accurately.

His hands were carved like white jade, with a warm luster flowing, delicate and delicate, making people worry that they would break if touched, but when they hit the sword, the blade swung far away, making the sound of metal and iron.

The two old men frowned and swung their swords again.

The powerful force coming from the sword made them almost unable to hold the sword, and they were about to let go at any time, so the momentum of the sword was a bit slower.

"Ding ding..." In the clear sound, the two sword tips were hit by white jade-like palms again, and they swung far away.

The swordsmanship of the two people is exquisite, and the speed of turning the sword is faster, but the powerful force from the blade still makes their palms numb, and it is even more difficult to grasp the handle of the sword. They can only use their arms to drive their wrists to control the sword.

"Ding Ding!" The sword moved even faster, but still not as fast as Wei Wuwei's palms.

The two swords finally broke free from their palms and flew out, tumbling in the air and getting into the nearby woods.

The palms of the two old men were numb, and they stared at the long sword in disbelief, unable to avoid Wei Wuwei's palm force in time.

"Bang bang!" The two flew out, as if chasing their own long swords, fell into the woods without any movement, and died of exhaustion.

Although the two were strong in cultivation, a blood jade palm took their lives.

Wei Wuwei slapped his hands and shook his head: "I'm overthinking what I can do, it's just sending me to my death, it's ridiculous, pathetic and pathetic!"

He glanced at the forest over there with a look of compassion, shook his head and left the small pavilion, and continued to walk up the stone steps, striding across two stone steps in one step, but he did not perform lightness kung fu.

Chu Li frowned and fell silent.

He could see clearly that Wei Wuwei's Blood Jade Palm wasn't subtle, but it was fast and ruthless, and he could deceive the two elders that their cultivation was not as good as his.

No matter how exquisite the swordsmanship of the two old men is, they will not be able to touch the blood jade palm, unless the two of them prevent their swords from touching the blood jade palm. Unfortunately, the blood jade palm is faster than their swords, so the ending is doomed.

Chu Li also shook his head. Jianyuezong really likes to fight with wheels, which consumes his cultivation and will kill him with one blow.

Chu Li watched helplessly as Wei Wuwei went all the way up with his bloody jade palm, killing ten top experts in a row like himself, and finally encountered a gray-haired old man.

The name of this gray-haired old man is Chen Ang, and he is the first person under the suzerain of Jianyue Sect. The suzerain is in retreat and cannot come out, so he hastily broke through the gate and came out to fight.

Chen Ang's swordsmanship is so exquisite that Chu Li was amazed and inspired him a lot. He has been fusing the Seven Styles of the Divine Saber, the Absolute Cloud Excalibur, and the later Datianyan Sword, but he has not been able to fully integrate it for a long time. slow.

Seeing Chen Ang's swordsmanship now, Chu Li was quite touched, and his comprehension of swordsmanship was even deeper.

Chu Li admired Chen Ang's exquisite swordsmanship. He asked himself that he was not an opponent. Jianyue Sect was indeed worthy of being one of the eight great sects, with a profound foundation. It was also a fluke that he was able to escape completely last time. Chen Ang did not come out of retreat.

But no matter how exquisite Chen Ang's swordsmanship is, Wei Wuwei is still the same set of blood jade palms. It looks ordinary and has no fixed style of moves. There are only two words: fast and ruthless. The palm is extremely fast and powerful. Hitting the blade of the sword made the sword stagnate, and took the opportunity to attack fiercely, suppressing Chen Ang's sword technique.

Chen Ang pulled back with his exquisite swordsmanship, but was soon hit by Wei Wuwei's sword, and fell into a disadvantage again. The two stalemate for hundreds of moves, and after nearly a thousand moves, they were both a little out of breath.

As the top masters of the sky and the sky, their internal energy is endless, but the internal energy of the two of them is too fast to be replenished, and eventually their energy weakens and their movements become slow.

"Wei Wuwei, today is the day of your death!" Suddenly there was a loud laugh, and two old men appeared and rushed directly to the field.

Chu Li frowned.

He saw the two old men hiding in the woods far away, and when Wei Wuwei was finally tired, he felt that the time had come.

It was a despicable thing to do, but it was extremely effective.

The two rushed towards Wei Wuwei, and the sword light was everywhere.

Wei Wuwei's movements were slow and difficult, he was powerless to dodge, and received two sword strikes, but he was wearing precious clothes, but the two swords failed to pierce his precious clothes.

"Haha, Chen Ang, I'm really blushing for you Jianyuezong!" Wei Wuwei laughed suddenly, and his palms suddenly accelerated.

"Bang bang!" The two old men flew upside down.

They are also great masters, although they are not as good as Wei Wuwei, but they are not too far behind. Wei Wuwei's supernatural power suddenly rises, abruptly and surprisingly fast, and he directly strikes out the palm without avoiding the tip of the two swords, exchanging injuries for injuries.

Before the two old men had time to dodge, their palms were already on their chests.

"Haha!" Wei Wuwei laughed loudly, the treasure clothes were not broken, the two old men flew upside down, sprayed bloody arrows in the air, fell to the ground and could not move.

Wei Wuwei also received a sword from Chen Ang, stabbing his waist, the sword pierced through the treasure clothes, and blood gushed out like a spring.

Wei Wuwei clamped Chen Ang's sword fiercely, and slapped Chen Ang with his palm regardless of his spinning the sword to expand the wound.

"Bang!" Chen Ang flew backwards, spewed out a mouthful of blood arrows, fell ten meters away, struggled to stand up and prepared to continue attacking.

Wei Wuwei grabbed Chen Ang's sword and quickly pulled it out, and threw it fiercely into Chen Ang's chest.

Chen Ang fell to the ground clutching the hilt of his sword, took out the jade bottle from his arms with difficulty, opened it and poured all the pills into his mouth, began to meditate and adjust his breath, ignoring the long sword on his chest.

Wei Wuwei's lower body was stained red with blood, the wound was a round hole, blood gushed out, his intestines were strangled, it was extremely tragic.

At this moment, more than a dozen masters rushed out from the woods and surrounded Wei Wuwei.