Precisely because the Divine Sword of Time did not emit light, Li Feiyu was defenseless, and because Chu Li was imprisoned, he was also unprepared. In the end, he was stabbed in the center by this sword. The Divine Sword of Time was too fast and there was no way to avoid it.
"Death!" Li Feiyu screamed strangely and pushed out both palms at the same time.
Chu Li, however, stood still and withstood the blow.
"Bang!" Amidst the loud noise, Chu Li stood as tall as a pine tree, and Li Feiyu's palms were unable to move forward even though they were two inches apart.
The power of the Qiankun Bracelet is now a bit stronger. Li Feiyu cannot break the Qiankun Bracelet with his own palm power.
The light of the Divine Sword of Time suddenly brightened.
"Ah!" Li Feiyu roared unwillingly, trying to break away from the Divine Sword of Time. The red sun above his head shot into Chu Li's mind.
The demon jumped up, swallowed Hongri with his mouth open, and showed a satisfied smile.
Li Feiyu's whole body was relieved.
By losing the Red Sun, he suffered a huge loss, and more importantly, he lost the core of the Blood Yang Divine Art. The Red Sun is the strongest and most fundamental force for practitioners of the Blood Yang Divine Art, which directly affects the spirit.
He only had internal energy, but he had no power to activate it, so he lost his agility.
The light of the Divine Sword of Time continues to grow stronger.
Li Feiyu felt that his longevity was dissipating rapidly like a flood breaking a bank, and he gradually became panicked. He couldn't wait to take out all the treasures, but his whole body was already sore and weak, and his efforts were weak.
He became more and more frightened, was he going to die here, at the hands of this bald donkey
Unwilling to give in, he looked up to the sky and roared: "Die! Die!"
He threw out all the Nine Yang Pearls in his sleeves and wanted to die together.
Chu Li snorted and flicked his sleeves.
Suddenly, all the Nine Sun Pearls were like swallows throwing themselves into the forest, and got into his wide sleeves one after another. At the same time, rustling powder also floated out from the sleeves, which was turned into pine needles, and all the pine needles in the sleeves were absorbed.
Li Feiyu took out another jade pendant and was about to throw it, but found that his whole body was weak and his internal strength could not move the treasure, so he changed it and took out another bead and was about to throw it out.
Chu Li snatched it with his hand, as fast as lightning, and at the same time drew out the Divine Sword of Time.
Li Feiyu watched in stunned silence as he took away his orb and jade pendant. He spat out a mouthful of blood in grief and anger, and fell limply to the ground. His face was already lined with wrinkles, and his silver hair had turned into an old man.
He didn't notice any change in his appearance. He only felt weak and weak all over his body, as if all his strength had abandoned him and his body was extremely heavy.
Chu Li said in a deep voice: "The level of your Blood Yang Divine Skill is too low. Is this the power of a Yin Meridian disciple?"
He originally thought it would be more difficult, but he didn't expect to deal with Li Feiyu so easily.
Since Li Feiyu lost the Destiny Lock, he immediately became helpless. That's why he was able to hit him hard so easily. The Li Feiyu with the Destiny Lock and the Li Feiyu who lost the Destiny Lock are simply two different people.
Li Feiyu raised his head and glared at him: "Thief Bald Donkey, have you taken my destiny lock?"
Chu Li took out the destiny lock from his arms and shook it: "But this one?"
"Bring it quickly!" Li Feiyu hurriedly stood up and wanted to take it back, but he stumbled and failed to get up, falling again.
Chu Li put the destiny lock back into his arms, shook his head and said, "What's going on with Youwen? Is it the inheritance you got, or is it the inheritance from the Bloodyang Sect?"
"What Youwen?" Li Feiyu said blankly.
Chu Li looked at him calmly: "Master Li, why don't you just be happy now? I can spare your life."
"Hehe...!" Li Feiyu sneered twice, then burst into laughter, leaning forward and backward with laughter.
Chu Li's Da Yuan Xuan Kong Mirror had already seen through his mind.
In such a situation, Li Feiyu could not stop Chu Li's prying eyes, and he was overjoyed when he saw where Youwen was.
His face became calmer and calmer: "Are the master of Xueyang Sect and the master of Demon Sect the same person?"
Li Feiyu just looked up to the sky and laughed.
Chu Li shook his head: "Don't expect anyone to save you."
"Haha..." Li Feiyu laughed and said, "I'm laughing at you for not knowing that you are about to die!"
Chu Li's face darkened slightly, seeing what Li Feiyu was thinking.
The masters of the Xueyang Sect already knew the news and were on their way over. The master of the Xueyang Sect also received his message and was about to rush over. He couldn't help but hum, "Okay then, I'll give you a ride!"
With a slash of his sword, Li Feiyu's head flew up, with a mocking look on his face.
Chu Li shook his head and smiled, and collected all the treasures on his body. Unfortunately, most of them didn't know how to use them, but it was better than staying and disappearing quickly.
The next moment, four old men in gray robes appeared, and then a middle-aged man in purple robes appeared.
"Sect Master!" The old man in four gray robes cupped his fists and saluted.
The face of the middle-aged man in purple robe is square and slightly purple. It seems that there is purple energy lingering around him, which is indescribably precious. When his eyes open and close, there is a dense purple electricity, which is breathtaking, not angry and intimidating.
He is Chang Huai, the advocate of Xueyang Zongzong.
He waved his sleeves, stared at Li Feiyu at his feet, and said coldly: "I didn't expect that he would also encounter poisonous hands!"
Li Feiyu's luck has always been excellent, and he has had many adventures. He has grown from an unknown little person to one of the top figures in Yinmai in one breath, and he has become the number one in the Xueyang Sect so quickly.
Everyone thought that if he continued like this, he might create a miracle and the first sect leader would appear in the Yin Vein.
It's a pity that he died with his body separated in front of his eyes, and he still looked like this.
"Sect Master, it was caused by the Divine Sword of Time!" An old man said coldly: "And in the world, only Junior Brother Li has the Divine Sword of Time. Could it be that he was killed by the Divine Sword's backlash?"
"Impossible." Another old man said in a deep voice: "The Divine Sword's backlash wouldn't cut off his head. Someone stole his Time Divine Sword and then used the Time Divine Sword to kill him!"
"The world is so big, there are really not many people who can beat Junior Brother Li!"
"His treasures are endless. If you can't defeat him, you can still escape. Who is this guy!"
The four old men discussed in low voices.
Zhang Changhuai narrowed his eyes slightly, paced with his hands behind his hands, and ignored their comments.
He suddenly stopped and waved his sleeves.
The blood that was gurgling suddenly flew up and turned into a blood mist that filled the sky. Then the light and shadow twisted, and a scene appeared vaguely, but it was the scene of Chu Li wielding the Divine Sword of Time.
"It's an old monk!" An old man shouted in a deep voice: "How brave!"
"I wonder if it's the monks from Daci'en Temple, the Supreme Temple, or the monks from other temples?" Another old man frowned and said, "There are not many old monks who can beat Junior Brother Li!"
Everyone nodded.
Although Li Feiyu was young, he had many adventures. He couldn't stand the adventures again and again, which made his cultivation improve by leaps and bounds. He was much stronger and better than the old guys who relied on accumulation over time.
Although the monks in Daci'en Temple are powerful, there are only a few who are better than Junior Brother Li, and they all recognize him, but not the monk in front of them.
Everyone was trying to figure out who this old monk was.
"No need to say any more." Zhang Changhuai said calmly: "It's Monk Dingru!"
"Monk Dingru?" An old man asked in surprise: "Is he the prodigy from Daci'en Temple? Although he is very powerful, he can't compare to Junior Brother Li, right?"
The name of monk Dingru has already been established, and it is widely spread in the martial arts world. The Xueyang Sect knows it very well and feels that Chu Li cannot defeat Li Feiyu with his cultivation. His cultivation is not as good as him, let alone so many treasures.