Using flying swords to kill people in the air, the 'good show' just now seemed cool and unrestrained, but in fact it was more forced and dangerous than when he defeated Shen Fangge.
After fighting for dozens of casual cultivators, the weakest one was at the peak of Ting Lei. The six thunder pools in his body were being squeezed crazily and were almost on the verge of drying up at any time. And that seemingly extremely powerful flying sword technique was a 'feat' that Lu Li was able to accomplish only by holding on to his last breath and enduring the severe damage to his internal organs.
Now he was half leaning on the rock, using up the last bit of his strength.
The warrior with the broken leg remained silent. Although he noticed that the young man beside him was exhausted, he still did not dare to take action.
A warrior's courage between life and death is somewhat more important than his cultivation.
A warrior whose courage has been defeated is no different from a ferocious beast whose claws and claws have been chopped off.
Of course, if he dares to take action, Lu Li, who has quietly opened the attribute panel and improved his physique, will let him know what resilience is more terrifying than a monster.
Extreme pressure on the six thunder pools is likely to damage the foundation. However, Lu Li only felt relaxed at this moment, without any pity or regret.
He was even in the mood to chat with the warriors around him, and said in a relaxed tone: "Do you regret taking the path of being a warrior of the Demon Sect?"
The leg-broken warrior was silent for a moment, lowered his head and said, "Is there any difference between the righteous path and the devil's path?"
"The warrior's path against heaven, no matter what skills he practices, is ultimately about fighting. Fighting with heaven, fighting with the earth, fighting with people, competing for resources, skills, martial arts, and even the blessed land for cultivation..."
"If you win, you will make further progress. If you lose, you will never recover."
As he said that, the leg-breaking warrior seemed to feel that he had said some nonsense. He paused and shook his head and said, "I have never regretted it."
"It's good that you don't regret it. Otherwise, if you act like you're regretting it before you die, I won't be soft-hearted, but I won't feel comfortable either." Lu Li laughed a few times.
This smile caused him to spit out a large mouthful of blood.
There is no way, even if the increase in physical fitness level can bring stronger recovery power, it cannot recover the depletion of energy and blood caused by forcibly squeezing the thunder pool.
The leg-broken warrior on the side heard the killing intent in Lu Li's words and didn't think there was anything wrong.
He killed dozens of people without blinking an eye, so there was no reason to let him alone.
And now, the Broken Leg Warrior had a vague idea of why Lu Li was chasing their group.
However, he was still a little confused and said: "Human wine is actually just a treasure medicine made with a special secret method that has erased consciousness. When they became human wine, they were already dead. For the sake of a few mortals who died long ago, Is it worth it for you to push yourself to this point?"
"Who said I did it for them?"
Lu Li asked in a strange tone.
The warrior with the broken leg was stunned, "If it's not for them, then what are you doing for it?"
Lu Li moved his wrist and said calmly: "No one is clean in this world. Whether you kill or be killed, sometimes you don't even need a reason. This is true for warriors, let alone those who are nothing like ants in the eyes of warriors. Undifferentiated mortals?”
"The warriors of the Demon Sect all believe that weakness is the original sin." The warrior with a broken leg said in a low voice and did not refute anything.
In this dangerous world, being weak is a mistake in itself. This principle that has been firmly believed by people since thousands of years ago is actually very unreasonable.
But no one wants to shake it.
When it comes to their own interests, no one wants to be that fool.
Therefore, in the view of the leg-broken warrior, Lu Li's behavior of avenging someone else's drinking was not very smart.
"Perhaps you are right, weakness itself is wrong. However, this has nothing to do with why I want to kill you." Lu Li took out the long sword indifferently, pulled off the broken corner of his clothes and gently wiped the sword body, and said calmly: "Killing you is just for peace of mind. The existence of any life is hypocritical and selfish. A righteous warrior who holds high the banner of exterminating demons and defending the way may not be a good thing. I am obviously not that kind of loser."
"It's just that everyone has a bottom line in their hearts. You have stepped on my bottom line. If I don't kill you, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep at night."
After speaking, Lu Li placed his sword across the neck of the legless warrior and said calmly: "Any last words?"
After hearing Lu Li's words, the leg-broken warrior never spoke, and he didn't even avoid the cold touch on his neck. He raised his head and looked at Lu Li with a look that looked like a madman, and said in a hoarse voice: "People like you won't live long. of."
"That has nothing to do with you." Lu Li didn't look at him, and when he was about to exert force on his hand, the warrior with the broken leg took the initiative to hit the sword edge, causing the sword edge to cut his throat.
A touch of warm blood splashed onto Lu Li's cheek, making him slightly startled.
As the warrior with the broken leg fell down, Lu Li came back to his senses and sighed: "This is my sword. You are not committing suicide."
The warrior with the broken leg made a "ho ho" sound, as if he was laughing at Lu Li, and died silently not long after.
Lu Li extracted the points from his body, stood up with the support of his sword, looked around, and slowly closed his eyes.
By this time the sunset had ended.
The bamboo forest was completely plunged into darkness.
A gust of night wind came over. The cloth strip used to tie Lu Li's hair was already overwhelmed after the fight just now. At this moment, it was swept away by the breeze, and his long hair was scattered.
"It's time to learn how to tie your hair when you go back." Lu Li stood in the middle of many corpses and had this idea in his mind for no reason.
Then he pulled a strip of cloth from his body, held the long sword in place, raised his hands and simply tied a ponytail.
The young man was covered in blood and his hair was tied up in the night wind. This strange scene bathed in the faint moonlight completely fell into the eyes of the master and servant hiding in the dark.
"Little Saint... We saw his face, what should we do..."
In the not-so-dense bamboo forest, the maid tightly held her young master's hand and looked around to find a hiding place.
But the girl in purple didn't answer her words, but stared blankly at Lu Li's figure.
Although Lu Li was in a very embarrassed state at this time, and his handsome face was covered with blood, but in the eyes of the girl in purple, there was another unspeakable feeling.
After a long time, until Lu Li's figure had left from another mountain road, the girl in purple clothes calmed down and couldn't help but sigh: "How can there be such a beautiful person in the world?"
When the maid heard her words, she said strangely: "There are many disciples in the sect who are more handsome than him, and they are always very attentive to you, but you call them trash and never give them a kind word? What about this young man? Although it looks good, it’s not... too good-looking, right?”
She really disagreed with her little master's aesthetic taste.
However, the girl in purple curled her lips in disdain and didn't bother to explain to her.
Those losers in the sect are all prettier than women, how can they be considered men
In any case, the scene where Lu Li was covered in blood and had his hair tied under the moon left a very strong impression on the girl in purple, as if it had taken root and was deeply engraved in her mind.