Chu Li has already found out clearly that the Blood God Sect is not very popular. Guanxing Pavilion and ** Palace jointly attacked their main altar once. Logically speaking, their enemies are Guanxing Pavilion and ** Palace. However, this is not true in fact. In terms of hatred, The deepest, Jian Yue Sect is the deepest. Nature's Novel
Guanxing Pavilion and ** Palace have a new hatred, while Jian Yue Sect has an old hatred.
The hatred between the Blood God Sect and the Sword Moon Sect has lasted for hundreds of years. They have been fighting each other with swords and shadows. The hatred has entered the bloodline and can never be resolved. Every generation of disciples has died at the hands of the other party.
Although they are all disciples of the eight major sects, the masters of Tianwaitian can enter the gods of each sect even if they die, or directly enter Tianwaitian without reincarnation, but killing is killing after all, and the hatred will not be weakened.
When Wei Wuwei heard the news that Jian Yue Sect was destroyed, he would never let go of this opportunity to add insult to injury.
The master of the Sword Moon Sect has been damaged. If he is severely defeated by him again, the prestige of the Sword Moon Sect will drop to the lowest level. At that time, the other sects will definitely add insult to injury, thus greatly weakening the Sword Moon 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. He closed his eyes slightly and watched Wei Wuwei's every move through the big round mirror, judging his cultivation.
Wei Wuwei's cultivation level is still better than his. He is improving. Wei Wuwei is also improving, and he is even more diligent.
Chu Li shook his head gently. He was a genius, and Wei Wuwei was even more so. Comparing people to others is really annoying.
Wei Wuwei strode to the small pavilion, waved his hands and said: "No need to say more, just take action. You Jian Yue Sect had better not engage in wheel fighting, otherwise it will be you who are ugly. I will not show mercy!"
"Boy Wei, you're so long-winded!" the two old men snorted coldly.
They unsheathed their swords and rushed towards Wei Wuwei. The sword light pierced out like lightning, covering his body from left to right, leaving no chance for Wei Wuwei to dodge.
"Ding! Ding!" Wei Wuwei clapped his palms and hit the tip of the sword quickly and accurately.
His hands were as if they were carved from white jade, with a warm luster flowing around them. They were exquisite and delicate, making people worry that they would break if touched. However, when they were photographed on the sword, they swung the sword far away, making the sound of gold and iron.
The two old men frowned and waved their swords again.
The powerful force coming from the sword body made it almost impossible for them to hold the sword, and they were about to take it out at any time, so the sword was slowed down a bit.
"Ding ding..." In the clear sound, the two sword tips were hit by the white jade-like palms again and swung far away.
The two men's sword skills were exquisite, and they could spin their swords according to the situation and move faster. However, the strong force from the sword body still made their palms numb, making it even more difficult to grasp the hilt. They could only control the sword with their arms and wrists.
"Ding Ding!" The sword was faster, but still couldn't move faster than Wei Wuwei's palms.
The two swords finally broke free from their hands and flew out, rolling in the air and into the woods nearby.
The two old men's palms were numb and they stared at the sword in disbelief, unable to avoid Wei Wuwei's palm force in time.
"Bang bang!" The two of them flew out, like long swords chasing themselves, and fell into the woods without any movement. They died of exhaustion.
Although the two men were strong in cultivation, a blood jade palm took away their lives.
Wei Wuwei clapped his hands and shook his head: "You don't know your own capabilities, you are just sending yourself to death. It's ridiculous, pathetic, and pitiful!"
He glanced at the woods over there with a look of compassion, shook his head and left the small pavilion, continuing to walk up the stone steps, striding like a meteor, crossing two stone steps in one step, but he chose not to use Qinggong.
Chu Li frowned and said nothing.
He could clearly see that Wei Wuwei's Blood Jade Palm was not subtle, but it was fast and ruthless. He could use his strength to defeat the two elders for ten times and deceived the two elders into not being as good as him.
No matter how exquisite the swordsmanship of the two old men is, they can't do anything against the blood jade palm unless they prevent their swords from touching the blood jade palm. Unfortunately, the blood jade palm is faster than their swords, so the outcome is doomed.
Chu Li also shook his head. The Sword Moon Sect really liked wheel battles, consuming cultivation, and killing with one final blow.
Chu Li watched helplessly as Wei Wuwei used his blood jade palm to make his way up, killing ten top experts in a row like himself, and finally encountered an old man with gray hair.
This gray-haired old man was named Chen Ang, and he was the first person under the leader of the Jianyue Sect. The leader was in seclusion and could not come out, so he hurriedly broke through the seclusion and came out to fight.
Chen Ang's swordsmanship was so exquisite that Chu Li was amazed and inspired him greatly. He has been integrating the Seven Styles of the Divine Sword, the Jueyun Divine Sword, and later the Great Sky Expansion Sword, but he has been unable to fully integrate it. Progress has been made. slow.
Now that he saw Chen Ang's swordsmanship, Chu Li was greatly touched, and he understood the swordsmanship even more deeply.
Chen Ang's exquisite swordsmanship impressed Chu Li. He asked himself that he was not his opponent. Jian Yue Sect was indeed worthy of being one of the eight major sects and had a profound foundation. It was a fluke that he escaped unscathed last time. Chen Ang did not come out of seclusion.
But no matter how exquisite Chen Ang's swordsmanship is, Wei Wuwei still has the blood jade palm. It looks ordinary, and his moves have no fixed formula. There are only two words: fast and ruthless. His palms are extremely fast, and their palms are extremely powerful. Hitting the sword blade caused the sword's power to stagnate, and he took the opportunity to attack fiercely, suppressing Chen Ang's sword skills.
Chen Ang used his exquisite swordsmanship to pull back, but was soon hit by Wei Wuwei's sword, and fell into a disadvantage again. The two were in a stalemate for hundreds of moves, and after nearly a thousand moves, they were both out of breath.
As the top masters of Tianwaitian, their internal energy is constantly growing, but their internal energy is consumed too quickly and cannot be replenished. In the end, their strength weakens and their movements slow down.
"Wei Wuwei, today is the day you die!" Suddenly loud laughter rang out, and two old men appeared and rushed directly to the field.
Chu Li raised his eyebrows.
He saw the two old men hiding in the woods far away, and when he saw that Wei Wuwei was finally tired, he felt that the time had come.
This approach is indeed despicable, but extremely effective.
The two of them pounced on Wei Wuwei, sword light everywhere.
Wei Wuwei's movements were slow and difficult, and he was unable to dodge. He was hit by two swords, but he was wearing a treasure robe, and the two sword thrusts failed to pierce his treasure robe.
"Haha, Chen Ang, I'm really blushing for your Sword Moon Sect!" Wei Wuwei suddenly laughed, and his palms suddenly sped up.
"Bang bang!" The two old men flew out.
They were also great masters. Although not as good as Wei Wuwei, they were not far behind. Wei Wuwei suddenly became powerful, sudden and extremely fast. He did not avoid the sword tips of the two men and directly struck out with his palm, exchanging injuries for injuries.
The two old men had no time to dodge, and their palms were already printed on their chests.
"Haha!" Wei Wuwei laughed loudly. The two old men flew out upside down while their precious clothes were still intact, spraying blood arrows in the air. They fell to the ground unable to move.
Wei Wuwei was also stabbed in the waist by Chen Ang's sword. The sword pierced the precious clothes and blood gushed out like a fountain.
Wei Wuwei clamped Chen Ang's sword fiercely. Regardless of him spinning the sword to expand the wound, he hit Chen Ang with a palm.
"Bang!" Chen Ang flew backwards, spitting out a mouthful of blood arrows. After falling ten meters away, he struggled to stand up and prepared to continue the attack.
Wei Wuwei grabbed Chen Ang's sword, quickly pulled it out, threw it fiercely, and shot it into Chen Ang's chest.
Chen Ang fell to the ground clutching the hilt of his sword. He took out the jade bottle from his arms with difficulty, opened it, poured all the elixir into his mouth, and began to meditate and adjust his breathing, ignoring the long sword on his chest.
Wei Wuwei's lower body was stained red with blood, the wound was a round hole, blood was gushing out, and his intestines were severed. It was extremely tragic.
At this time, more than a dozen masters rushed out of the woods and surrounded Wei Wuwei. (To be continued.)