Chapter 922： Hidden bucket (1/2)

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He lowered his face somberly, slammed into the ground, pulled out a jade porcelain bottle from his arms, poured a bottle of Pei Yuan Dan into his mouth, and then shot the sword towards the Supreme Master Monk.

The best monk's sun wheel blocked his heart and throat, and the rest.

”Ding Ding Ding Ding ...” The sound of clear chants kept on, and the sense of tranquility was quiet and the vulgar thoughts disappeared.

Chu Li crosses the sword air side by side, the best monk stands still, holding his hands on the day wheel one by one, blocking the knife air one by one, the two are only five steps apart.

Chu Li was desperate, wondering if he wanted to resume cultivation and turn into Chu Li to clean up this superb monk.

Just at this moment, Mo Qianjun floated to the ground, a great bright **** punched toward the monk.

The good monk floated away.

He was staring at Chu Li's flying sword attentively at this moment, and was perfectly distracted, so he could only avoid this punch.

Chu Liyang yelled, ”Mo Tan Lord, help me!”

Mo Qianjun said: ”How to do it?”

”Let me use my inner strength!” Chu Li said while waving his knife.

Mo Qianjun floated to him, carefully guarding against the monk who was full of goodness and focused on the flying sword and ignored him.

”Give me your inner strength!” Chu Li fell from the wall, turned his back to Mo Qianjun, and was unguarded, as if they were not enemies.

Mo Qianjun pressed Chuli vest on both palms without hesitation.

Suddenly, the tremendous strength poured out from Chu Li's back, and swallowed up most of his internal force, which surprised him.

Chu Li was refreshed and sneered: ”Good monk, look at how many knives you can block!”

The Supreme Monk said: ”The poor monk has to see how many swords Zhao Shizhu can send!”

”Okay!” Chu Li said, his sword air became more condensed and quicker, and the monk who was overwhelmingly focused again, ignored Li Ruolan and lifted up Lu Zhen.

The two women each served Lingdan and sat on the couch to adjust their breath.

They knew they couldn't help, and they had to wait and see what happened.

Mo Qianjun only felt that the internal force quickly disappeared in Chu Li's body. Chu Li's body was like a bottomless pit. How could his internal force be dissatisfied and could not support it for too long.

He gritted his teeth and yanked his right hand, pulling it out very hard. Chu Li seemed to have infinite stickiness on his back, and he couldn't allow his palm to leave.

Mo Qianjun took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, popped the stopper with his thumb, poured the elixir in the bottle into his mouth at once, and replenished his internal strength. Without elixir's help, he could not hold on for too long.

The good monk slowly backed away, Chu was getting stronger and stronger, and the speed was really faster, surpassing the response of the good monk, and the power contained in the knife was too huge, and it should not be too close.

”Li Shimei, give me another bottle of Pei Yuan Dan!” Cried Mo Qianjun.

Li Ruolan took a bottle of Pei Yuan Dan from his arms and came to Chu Li with a faint fragrance. He poured out a hand in his palm and stuffed it into Chu Li's mouth.

Suddenly the monk fluttered away, avoiding the flying knife, and then shot a white light from the sun wheel to Chu Li.

”Bang!” Chu could not escape, his hand flashed coldly, and a flying knife shot into the monk's chest.

The good monk glanced down, curiously looked at the flying knife deep in his chest, small and exquisite, just like a work of art, could not help but want to enjoy it in his hands.

”Oh!” Chu Li was hit hard by Bai Guang, spit out blood, and stepped back.

Mo Qianjun's body shook, and he felt the turbulent force pouring from his palms, condensing as substance, like a blade, and almost cutting him into several pieces.

The strength shot by the sun wheel was as solid as a stone, Chu Li turned into a bit of bluntness, and turned to Mo Qianjun.

Mo Qianjun saw Chu Li vomiting blood. He did not doubt that Chu Li was bad or bad. He saw that a knife was stuck in his chest.

This was the first time a monk was seriously injured. The last time Lu Zhen was struggling with injuries and gave her a sword, but failed to pierce his chest.

He had strange powers in his body, which led him to the side. Lu Zhen's sword was originally ten and nine, but when it was critical, it was biased elsewhere. Almost just punctured the skin, but Lu Zhen broke his arm. .