Chapter 1823 Punishment (Four More)

"King Kong Temple is not so easy to deal with, but Xu'an is easy." Leng Shouren said with a smile: "Xu'an's weakness is obvious, anyone can see it."

"Your Majesty wants to deal with Xu'an?" Chu Li shook his head and said, "Your Majesty must have never been taught the methods of the King Kong Temple. Even with the ancestors of the Leng family, I am afraid that they will not be able to protect His Majesty."

"It doesn't matter, I won't do it myself." Leng Shouren said, "It's best for Xu An to commit suicide, isn't it?"

"Hmm?" Chu Li frowned.

Leng Shouren smiled and said, "If Miss Xiao San is captured and beheaded in front of Xu An, or even insulted once before she is killed, Mr. Chu, what do you think Xu An will do?"

Chu Li narrowed his eyes slightly, and a blue light flashed.

Immediately, the God-killing Thunder Sword was activated.

"Bang!" Leng Shouren immediately flew upside down and landed in the flowers outside the small pavilion, but he couldn't get up after struggling.

He was lying in the grass, with thorns and thorns all over his body, his bright yellow gown was scratched, and even his face and hands were covered with bloodstains.

At this time, he seemed to be an ordinary person without martial arts. As a majestic master of the gods, he was pricked and bled by a flower thorn, which was beyond common sense.

The power of Chu Li's Punishing Thunder Sword is even more astonishing. Since retreating in the wheel tower and condensing the wheel tower in his body, his spirit has become stronger and purer than before, and the power of the God Punishing Thunder Sword is also greater than before .

Chu Li said coldly: "Forgive your life first, and then be so filthy, don't blame me for killing people directly, so that the Leng family will not be left behind!"

"You—?!" Leng Shouren got up with a pale face. His pale face was extremely gloomy, as if made of iron, and his eyes were piercing with fire.

He had a splitting headache, and endured it with great perseverance, not letting himself breathe out in pain, but it was as if a knife was chopping off his head non-stop, and like a saw sawing, the pain wave after wave became more and more intense.

Chu Li said lightly: "Your Majesty thinks I can't kill you?"

"Okay! Okay!" Leng Shouren took a deep breath, secretly thinking that if you can't bear it, you will make a big conspiracy, and said in a deep voice: "You really deserve to be the best in the world!"

He knew that Chu Li's martial arts were powerful, and he had learned it before, but he didn't expect it to be so tyrannical. He was sure that he could kill Chu Li, but now it seemed that he had to be more careful.

Chu Li said indifferently: "Ashamed to be the number one master in the world, who dares to say the number one in the world? Chu did not dare!"

"Boss Chu, why be polite, you are recognized as number one in the world." Leng Shouren gritted his teeth and said slowly, "It's nothing to suffer in front of Boss Chu."

Chu Li said: "It seems that His Majesty is 100% sure to kill me, otherwise he wouldn't say such a thing, then come, why hide!"

After he said that, he clapped his palm.

A golden light descended from the sky, formed a palm print in front of him and struck out, the golden light fell, and the golden palm flew out with a speed like lightning and flint, which was hard to guard against.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound in the void, and then a figure appeared.

A handsome young man stepped in the void, looking down at Chu Li.

Chu Li looked at this handsome young man, and there was a faint shadow of Leng Wufeng, which was not like Leng Shouren, just like Leng Wufeng when he was young.

"Ancestor." Leng Shouren cupped his fists respectfully and saluted.

His face was pale and his breath was weak.

At this moment, the effort of a few words has already been tortured to the point of wanting to die, sluggish.

The deeper Chu Li's understanding of the Ksitigarbha's Running Wheel Sutra, the more obvious the changes in his martial arts. When performing it, he can transform yin into yin freely, and move with yin or yang.

Zhu Shenlei Sword's yin and yang flowed freely, this time it was yin energy, it didn't wipe out his soul, but tortured him bit by bit, just hating him for disrespecting Xiao Qi.

Even though Leng Shouren had the means to protect the soul, he couldn't stop this invisible and intangible femininity and God-killing Thunder Sword.

"Back off." The young man waved his hand and said lightly.

"Yes." Leng Shouren took a difficult step back.

Chu Li already knew from Leng Shouren's mind that this person was called Leng Zhifei, and that he was the second emperor who founded the Daji Dynasty, and he was also considered a generation of Mingjun.

This person is not only wise and powerful, but also the talent of heaven. After being named a god, he was able to block Da Fu's attack and let Da Ji gain a firm foothold.

When Da Ji founded the dynasty, he took food from Da Fu's mouth. The area where Da Ji was located was originally Da Fu's territory.

It is difficult to fight the country, but it is even more difficult to sit on the country.

After Da Ji's ancestor conquered the country, Leng Zhifei, as the second generation king, sat firmly in the country, thus allowing Da Ji to stabilize and not be destroyed by Da Fu.

Without his brilliance and prowess, the great season would have been destroyed, and it would not have lasted until now.

Chu Li frowned slightly, looking at Leng Zhifei.

This is indeed a formidable opponent, the grade is extremely high, it is likely to reach the second grade, comparable to Song Sizu.

Leng Zhifei also looked at Chu Li, and at the same time sent a spirit energy towards Leng Shouren.

The aura is invisible and has quality, outsiders can't see it, but it can't hide it from Chu Li's eyes.

"Bang!" Chu Li stabbed again with the Thunder Sword of Punishing God.

The collision of the Thunder God Execution Sword and the invisible spiritual energy made a shocking sound, like a giant wooden drum beating.

Leng Zhifei frowned and stared at Chu Li with a serious expression.

He didn't expect Chu Li to be so keen that he could see his soul-chasing palm.

The soul-chasing palm uses the power of the soul, it can kill people invisible, of course it can also save people invisible, others can't see it, or even feel it.

But Chu Li was able to intercept it, and he did so quietly.

He was sure that he could kill Chu Li because of the Soul Chasing Palm, but Chu Li also had this ability, and the two were on par, so he had to be careful not to overturn the boat in the gutter.

He was born with a strong soul, so he was able to practice this soul-chasing palm, but his descendants did not have such talent and could not practice it, and the most powerful martial art of the Leng family was also lost.

This made him especially distressed. This time, he wanted to find a descendant of the Leng family to see if he could pass on this unique knowledge, so that the Leng family could also suppress the Quartet.

"Ah!" Leng Shouren finally cried out in unbearable pain.

Chu Li glanced at him and remained calm.

Leng Shouren squatted down suddenly, the top of his head was already dripping with sweat, and the white air was steaming.

Leng Zhifei frowned and hummed, "Get up!"

Leng Shouren tried his best to stand up, his face was pale without a trace of blood, his eyes were scattered, and the pain had already exceeded his limit.

This is not a pain that the gods can resist. There is still a trace of thunder and lightning power in the God-killing Thunder Sword. Thunder is the pivot of all things, the mother of power. No matter how powerful he is, he cannot stop the torture of the God-killing Thunder Sword.

Leng Zhifei snorted and said, "Look at your abilities!"

He especially can't see such a weak person.

His soul is strong, so his will is extraordinarily firm, and he can bear no matter how much pain he suffers. He hates his disciples when they see their weakness.

"Patriarch..." Leng Shouren smiled wryly.

He also understood Leng Zhifei's temper, but the pain was too severe for him to bear.

Chu Li said lightly: "If you don't save him, he will die."

"Scaremongering!" Leng Zhifei shook his head.

Chu Li smiled, shook his head and said, "He can't last ten breaths."

"Hey!" Leng Zhifei sneered disdainfully, appeared in front of Chu Li in a flash, slapped it with one palm, and slapped Leng Shouren with the other palm.

Chu Li took a step back to avoid it, and the Thunder Sword of Zhushen shot out again, blocking Leng Shouren.

"Bang!" Amidst the muffled sound, this palm failed to hit Leng Shouren.

PS: The update is complete.