Chapter 239： Chaos (1/2)

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The old **** of Chu Li is here, and he can't let go of it. This is expected.

Su Ru snatched his book and yelled: ”Two old men from Qingmang Mountain came from heaven and sky. They must have come to force Shibo to deliver them!”

Chu Lidao said, ”It's just two masters outside the sky.”

Su Ru thought about it, returned the book to him, and sat across from him: ”Are they uncle, Master?”

”By their 10,000 books, w → nshu⊥ba.c ▲ om clever ..., will!” Chu Li put down the book, picked up a snack and put it in his mouth. .

They know that they are Tianwaitian, and they are not afraid of the masters of Qingmang Mountain.

If you change it, you will take advantage of the opportunity to calculate a green mountain. I do n’t know if Xueyuexuan ’s previous generation had this ingenuity.

Su Ru said: ”Everybody admires you very much, and wants to teach you how to do it.”

Chu Li smiled: ”I was bullying people purely by the realm. What can I learn?”

It is fast, powerful, and runs the heart-killing sword, using the long knife as a flying knife. One shot is fatal. This is the method of killing Feng Shaorong.

As for the knives he is practicing, it is a knives found in his mind-chaos ring knives.

The chaos of the chaotic sword is similar to the Taiji sword of later generations.

Using the chaotic ring knife method, and suddenly came to give up the knife, the effect is the best.

”You say that, everyone will think you are arrogant.” Su Ru laughed, ”Sister Su also wants you to discuss with everyone.”

”... Want to cool everyone down?” Chu left.

Su Ru stands firm, and he may now persuade everyone with no worries. No more grieving yourself.

He also saw that Disciple Xueyue Xuan was overjoyed for a while. It seemed to be liberated and freed. It's dangerous to break into Wulin like this, so calm down.

Su Ru nodded gently: ”Sister Su is afraid you will not agree.”

”Well, I promise.” Chu left.

”Then go now!” Su Ru excitedly said, ”open their eyes!”

She also felt that everyone was overly optimistic. When Feng Shaohua and Feng Shaorong died, did Qingshan have no master?

The two left Snow Lake and walked through the thick woods to the training ground.

The sun was shining on the training ground at noon. The crowd was so hot that there were women to the east and men to the west. Still distinct.

Seeing that Chu Li followed Su Ru, the crowd slowly gathered around.

Yang Lingfeng greeted and laughed: ”Brother Du, come here and show us the knife!”

Chu Li smiled and said, ”I really want to show ugliness?”

”Brother Du, you were too much before!” Yang Lingfeng shouted, ”Let us play!”

Chu Lichong expressed his apologies for holding his fists.

Su Qingdie said: ”Brother Du, let's explore a few tricks and let them open their eyes.”

Chu Lidao said: ”It's okay. Then make a comparison, everyone please correct me.”

Su Qingdie gave him a white glance and stabbed with a sword.

Chu Li's long knife and sheath drew a half arc slowly.

The sword's power was released. Feeling powerless, she followed the next step and tried harder.

He waved his sword to draw arcs, as if falling round in front of him. First quarter moon, second quarter moon. New moon, full moon. Bright and compelling.

Su Qingdie's sword can always hit a round of the moon, and she is relieved of her strength.

Su Qingdie stabbed more than fifty swords in one breath. None of them could approach Chu before him. They were all led away by the knife light. It seemed like a slow knife, but the water couldn't splash in, and the sharp sword couldn't get in.

Everyone looked stunned, Chu Li's knife was strange.

Chu Li calmly and calmly, as if playing with a sword slowly, Su Qingdie tried her best to swing the sword, but in vain, the two people's expression of ease and dignity formed a strong and sharp contrast.

Su Qingdie snorted softly: ”Brother Yang, come together!”

Yang Lingfeng had long seen itchy, and laughed: ”I'm here!”

”Oh!” He drew his sword and stabbed, like a serpent vomiting a letter.