Chapter 930: Cold War (Six More)

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With a gloomy face, he slammed to the ground, took out a jade porcelain bottle from his arms, poured the whole bottle of Peiyuan Pill into his mouth, and then shot at the Zhishan monk with sword energy.

Zhishan monk's sun wheel is blocked in the heart and throat, and other positions.

"Ding ding ding ding..." One after another clear sounds can be heard endlessly, and the mind is calm and peaceful, and the worldly thoughts disappear.

Chu Li's saber aura was criss-crossing, while Monk Zhishan stood still, holding a sun wheel in each hand, blocking the saber aura one by one, and the distance between the two was no more than five steps.

Chu Li was a little desperate, wondering if he should restore his cultivation and turn into Chu Li to deal with this supreme monk.

Just at this moment, Mo Qianjun floated up, and a great bright fist struck at the Zhishan monk.

The Zhishan monk floated away.

At this moment, he was concentrating on Chu Li's throwing knife, distracted flawlessly, so he could only avoid the punch.

Chu Li raised his voice and said, "Master Mo Tan, help me!"

Mo Qianjun said: "How?"

"Let me use my internal strength!" Chu Li said while waving his knife.

Mo Qianjun floated up to him, carefully guarding against the Zhishan monk, but the Zhishan monk concentrated on the throwing knife and ignored him.

"Give me your inner strength!" Chu Li fell from the wall, turned his back to Mo Qianjun, unguarded, as if they were not enemies.

Mo Qianjun pressed Chuli's vest with both palms without hesitation.

Immediately, an incomparably huge force gushed out from Chu Li's back, devouring most of his internal energy in one gulp, which surprised him.

Chu Li cheered up, and said with a sneer, "Monk Zhishan, let's see how many knives you can block!"

The Zhishan monk said: "The poor monk wants to see how many knives the benefactor Zhao can shoot!"

"Okay!" As Chu Li spoke, the saber energy became more and more condensed and swift, forcing Monk Zhishan to concentrate again, ignoring Li Ruolan to help Lu Zhen up.

The two women each took the panacea and sat on the couch to adjust their breath.

They understand that they can't help, they can only wait and see what happens.

Mo Qianjun only felt that his internal energy quickly disappeared in Chu Li's body. Chu Li's body was like a bottomless pit.

He gritted his teeth, and yanked his right hand, pulling it out with great difficulty. There seemed to be infinite stickiness on Chu Li's back, preventing his palm from leaving.

Mo Qianjun took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, flicked the stopper off with his thumb, and poured the elixir in the bottle into his mouth in one go, replenishing the internal energy he had consumed. Without the help of the elixir, he couldn't hold on for too long.

The Zhishan monk backed away slowly, and Chu Li's saber energy was getting stronger and stronger, and the speed was really faster, surpassing the Zhishan monk's reaction, and the power contained in the knife was too huge, so it should not be too close.

"Junior Sister Li, give me another bottle of Peiyuan Pill!" Chu Li shouted.

Li Ruolan took out a bottle of Peiyuan Pill from her bosom, came to Chu Li with a faint fragrance, poured out a handful in the palm of her hand, and stuffed it into Chu Li's mouth.

Monk Zhishan suddenly floated away to avoid the flying knife, and then a white light shot from the sun to Chu Li.

"Bang!" Chu Li didn't dodge or dodge, a cold light flashed in his hand, and a throwing knife shot into the monk Zhishan's chest.

Monk Zhishan lowered his head and looked curiously at the flying knife stuck deep in his chest. It was small and exquisite, like a work of art, and he couldn't help but want to hold it in his hand and enjoy it.

"Pfft!" Chu Li was hit solidly by the white light, spat out a mouthful of blood, and took a step back.

Mo Qianjun's body shook, and he felt the surging power pouring from his palms. It was as condensed as substance, as sharp as a knife, and it almost cut him into several pieces.

The power shot out by the sun wheel was as solid as a stone, Chu Li abruptly transformed it, and transferred it to Mo Qianjun.

Seeing Chu Li vomit blood, Mo Qianjun didn't suspect that Chu Li was playing tricks. Seeing Zhishan with a knife stuck in his chest, Mo Qianjun couldn't help but feel refreshed.

This was the first time that Monk Zhishan was seriously injured. The last time Lu Zhen tried to hurt her and gave her a sword, but failed to pierce his chest.

There is a strange power in his body, and the power is deflected. Lu Zhen's sword was originally very stable, but at the critical moment, it was deflected elsewhere. It almost only pierced a little skin, but Lu Zhen broke an arm. It is depressing to think about it. .

Mo Qianjun only felt a huge suction coming again, swallowing up all the internal energy in his body.

Chu Li spit out a bloody arrow with a "poof", and a flying knife went with the bloody arrow, which was extremely fast.

"Chi!" Zhishan monk's sun was about to block his heart when the flying knife arrived.

"Namo Amitabha..." The Zhishan monk proclaimed the Buddha's name, stepped forward with one step, and disappeared before everyone's eyes.

"Pfft!" Chu Li sprayed another bloody arrow.

"Pfft!" Mo Qianjun also spat out a mouthful of blood, his face quickly turned pale.

Mo Qianjun made a sudden move just as the Zhishan monk was leaving, trying to break Chu's heart.

But his internal energy was almost empty, and a trace of internal energy was immediately transformed by Chu Li into his power, and he turned to attack Mo Qianjun's heart.

Mo Qianjun's body was empty and defenseless, his pulse suddenly ached sharply, his eyes turned black, and he gritted his teeth secretly.

"Junior Brother Zhao!" Li Ruolan hurried over to support Chu Li.

Chu Li breathed a sigh of relief, sat down limply on the ground, turned his head and glared at Mo Qianjun: "Master Mo Tan has a good trick!"

Mo Qianjun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head: "Everyone!"

They all played their hands in the dark, but it was a pity that both sides suffered losses in the end.

"Thanks to Brother Mo!" Li Ruolan said, "If it wasn't for Brother Mo's help, we would all die at Zhishan's hands!"

Chu Li hummed: "Not bad!"

While the two were talking, Bai Feng and the others appeared.

Lu Zhenxiu's face was like gold paper, her breathing was short, and she gave them a bitter look.

Master Mo Tan gasped and said: "Junior Sister Lu, I can't blame everyone. The more people there are, the more troublesome it will be. It will be more beneficial to the most good monks. It is right for everyone not to do anything!"

"Exactly..." Everyone hurriedly said.

Zhu Wenhan stared at Chu Li.

Chu Li glanced at him: "I didn't kill Jing Guinian!"

"Although you didn't kill him, you didn't save him either!" Zhu Wenhan said coldly.

Chu Li said: "Should I save him?"

"Old Zhu, don't be so unreasonable!" Bai Feng said: "At that time, Mr. Zhao could only save one, so it's needless to say whether he saved me or Jing Guinian?"

"Avenging private revenge is narrow-minded!" Zhu Wenhan said coldly, "It's far worse than Master Mo!"

There was a sneer in the corner of Chu Li's mouth: "I can't compare to Master Mo Tan, who is selfless. Everyone's life was saved by Mo Tan Master. Without Mo Tan Master, we will all die in the hands of the most good monk!"

"Where is it..." Mo Qianjun waved his hands and smiled: "I am just helping, and you are the hero, Zhao Dahe. We have spent our lives in vain, and we still have to rely on you in the end!"

"That's enough, you guys!" Bai Feng snorted, "Now think about it, if Monk Zhishan comes next time, how will he deal with it?"

"We have Zhao Dahe, so we are finally sure to get out!" Mo Qianjun said with a smile: "As long as he dares to come, he will have to suffer from the Bright Sword!"

Li Ruolan hurriedly said: "Brother Mo, Zhao Dahe has to go back, he can't stay here forever."

She heard that Mo Qianjun meant to keep Zhao Dahe, and felt it was inappropriate.

Mo Tanzhu's intention may not be so simple, it is not just to deal with the supreme monk, there may be other purposes, no matter how impartial and selfless a person is, it is impossible not to avenge his niece.

"Once Zhao Dahe leaves, we really have to confess to this place!" Mo Qianjun sighed.

"Can't go!" Zhu Wenhan snorted.

The two middle-aged members of the Chiyang Sect who had been silent all this time also nodded. Zhao Dahe is the only hope against the Zhishan monk. Once he leaves, they will be in danger.