Chapter 914： Perfect

No one appeared in the woods, only the sound of golden iron coming from a distance.

Another old man was one-on-two, so that they still could n’t get out and could n’t rescue Li Ruolan. He was so anxious that he had to control the long sword, and even the middle sword had to rush to rescue her.

Suddenly they saw flying swords, they breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts were certain.

Ji Xinyang exclaimed: "Master Li, rest assured, we can handle it!"

Li Ruolan stopped and turned to look over.

She guessed that Ji Xin's throat was running towards Zhao Dahe, and she was trying to force Zhao Dahe to take a shot.

She sighed.

No matter how awkward, Brother Zhao will not see himself in danger, Brother Ji uses this to force Brother Zhao to take a shot, but Brother Zhao is very smart and ca n’t rub the sand in his eyes, for fear that it has been given to Brother Ji A sum.

Zhou Jinchun said, "Brother Zhao!"

"Well!" Two howling sounds, Chu Li shot again.

"Ding Ding ..." The two old men's swords waved.

The two old men turned around and left.

According to Chu's current practice, it is not difficult to kill them. These two men are better than the elders of Bai Huzong, but they cannot stop their flying swords.

But now he pretended not to restore it, the flying knife was not so powerful, and they were exposed when they killed them.

Chu Li floated to Li Ruolan and hugged his fists.

Ji Xin smiled and said, "Brother Zhao really is here with us."

Chu Li took a deep look at him: "You're running too slowly."

He was careful about Ji Xin's carefulness, but he didn't mind. The eyes of a woman who fell in love were often blindfolded. If she could see a little bit, she would become calm and would not like it so much.

Ji Xin has a good skin, but even the best skin will slowly lose its luster if it is not beautiful.

Zhou Jinchun laughed: "Brother Zhao, you might as well start with us directly. With Brother Zhao, you bright knife, who dares to come to death?"

"Yes," Ji Xin laughed. "Just go together."

Chu Li looked at Li Ruolan: "Sister Li?"

"It's up to you." Li Ruolan looked away from people thousands of miles away.

Chu Li Qing's head: "Since Sister Li does not object, listen to Brother Ji and Brother Zhou!"

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The four of them hurried on the road together. Zhou Jinchun was very enthusiastic about Chu Li and explained the strange story of the Bright Holy Religion. Chu Li heard with interest.

Ji Xin had no interest at all. He talked with Li Ruolan, but Li Ruolan was very cold. He stopped asking about himself and participated in Chu Li and Zhou Jinchun's speech.

Li Ruolan said almost nothing, Bai Sha covered her face and could not see her expression.

There was Chu Li, and they relaxed and didn't rush to hurry. They rested for one night, and then slowly went on the road the next day.

At noon they came to a mountaintop, sat on the boulder on the mountaintop, and looked down at the vast woods, the blue white clouds in the distance, the leisurely meaning sprang up.

"Haha, there is such a master like you, Master Zhao, you are really very secure." Zhou Jinchun shook his head and sighed: "No more worrying!"

Chu Lidao said, "Brother Zhou, I'm not invincible."

"Your bright sword is invincible in the world." Zhou Jinchun admired: "How many can be blocked? I heard that Bai Huzong's elders have been folded in your hands several times, when they can cross the world!"

Chu Lidao said: "I am repairing now that I have not recovered."

"Not in a hurry." Zhou Jinchun said: "You are strong enough now!"

Chu Lidao said, "I'm afraid of meeting people in Haicang Mountain!"

His face was sullen.

"The guys in Haicang Mountain are terrible." Zhou Jinchun said: "It is said that their swordsmanship has incredible power. Be careful of them."

Chu Li glanced at the mountainside.

Several figures emerged from the woods, rushing towards the treetops as if flat.

In a blink of an eye, these six figures appeared in front of the four of Chu Li, and they pulled the sword directly. The sword light was like electricity, and the sword tip came to the eye instantly.

"Hang Cangshan disciples, don't go against them!" Li Ruolan drank, wielding a sword in his left hand.

"Well ..." Chu kept waving.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding ..." The long sword cross sounded.

Chu Li's air knives hit their swords one by one, and the long sword flew out.

They drew their swords in their left hands and rushed towards Chuli together, two waving swords in front of them, as if holding two shields, followed by four behind.

Chu Li was surprised.

Unexpectedly, Haicang Mountain still has this trick. There are two left and right swords, a right-handed sword and a left-handed sword. Unfortunately, they only have two swords, not enough.

He sneered and fired air-knifes, deliberately weakening them, and kept them approaching and getting closer.

He Dayuan Jingzhi watched their minds. As they approached, the thought of the four people rushing behind became stronger and stronger, and they could be killed with a sword while waiting for the best distance.

Chu Li is also waiting, the distance is close enough.

He fired two flying knives sharply before them.

"Ding ..." Two long swords swayed and flew out.

Chu waved his hands constantly, and the air knife shot into the two chests.

The two flew up, revealing four people behind them.

The four of them were preempted at a critical moment, caught off guard, and suddenly faced the flying knife. They were only four steps away, and they flew straight away.

They spit out blood in the air.

Chu Li raised an eyebrow, surprised: "Haicang is rich enough!"

All six were wearing slings, blocking guns and blocking his flying knife.

With the help of the flying sword, the six of them blew out a bloodshot in the air and rushed out. Chu Li didn't take another shot and watched them leave.

Li Ruolan frowned: "It's Haicang Mountain again!"

Chu Lidao said: "Sister Li, they walked so easily, there should be waves after wave after wave, killers!"

"Should be the master of Zhuanlun Temple." Li Ruolan frowned.

She was clearly wary of the masters of Zhunlun Temple.

Ji Xin and Zhou Jinchun both looked heavy.

Li Ruolan said: "Let's go now, try to avoid Zhuanlun Temple!"

Chu Li nodded. He was curious about the monks at Zhuanlun Temple, but knew that they must be dangerous. Now is not the time for insight, and there will always be opportunities in the future.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!"

A monk wearing a large red monk robe fluttered like a leaf in the wind ~ www.novelhall.com ~ The large red monk robe fluttered like a flag.

The Buddha's name is like a bronze bell, and it is everywhere in the world.

He was silent and fell without a trace of fireworks to the four, in a ritual: "The poor monk is the best and has seen four donors."

Chu Li frowned at him.

There is a huge shadow of Buddha in the back of this good monk, looming, seemingly absent, seeming to be chanting the Scriptures of the Scriptures, and there is a strange breath floating around.

He knew that others could not see the Buddha shadow.

This is the result of the tibetan runner being cultivated to a certain level. The strange atmosphere is the internal force of the tibetan runner's transformation. It is pure and exquisite, far from being comparable to itself.

The perfect monk has a strange temperament. At first glance, he is a young man, young in facial features, and white and tender skin. Looking closely at the temperament, he looks like middle-aged. The vicissitudes and maturity in the eyebrows make it impossible to distinguish his true age. (To be continued.)

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