Chapter 922： Hidden bucket (2/2)
Mo Qianjun just felt that a huge amount of suction came again, swallowing up all the internal forces of the body.
Chu Li spit out a blood arrow, and along with the blood arrow, there was a flying sword, which was extremely fast.
”Oh!” The Japanese monk of the most kind monk was about to block his heart, and the flying knife was approaching.
”South Amitabha Buddha ...” The monk, who was good, declared a Buddhist horn, stepped out one step, and then disappeared in front of everyone.
”Well!” Chu Li sprayed another blood arrow.
”Oh!” Mo Qianjun also spit out blood, his face quickly turned pale.
Mo Qianjun suddenly shot when the good monk left, trying to shake off the centrifugal pulse of Chu.
However, his internal force was almost empty, and a trace of internal force was immediately transformed into his strength by Chu Li, turning his head to attack the heart of Mo Qianjun.
Mo Qianjun's body was empty and unprepared, his heart pulse suddenly felt severe pain, his eyes were black for a while, and he secretly gritted his teeth.
”Brother Zhao!” Li Ruolan came over to help Chu Li.
Chu Li Changshu breathed a sigh of relief, sitting softly on the ground, turning his head to stare at Mo Qianjun: ”Mo Tan master good means!”
Mo Qianjun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook his head: ”One another!”
All of them lost their hands, but unfortunately ended up losing both.
”Thanks to Brother Mo!” Li Ruolan said, ”If Brother Mo wasn't here to help, we would all die in the best hands!”
Chu Li hummed, ”Yes!”
Kung fu talking to them, Bai Feng appeared.
Lu Zhenxiu's face was like golden paper, she was short of breath, and glared at them.
The master of Mo Tan gasped, ”Sister Lu, you can't blame everyone. The more people you have, the more trouble you have, the more beneficial the monks are, the better you are!”
”It's exactly ...” everyone busy.
Zhu Wenhan stared at Chu Li.
Chu Li glanced at him: ”I didn't kill Jinggui again!”
”Although you did not kill him, you did not save him!” Zhu Wenhan said coldly.
Chu Li said, ”Should I save him?”
”Lao Zhu, you have no reason to bite a three-pointer!” Bai Feng said: ”At that time, Zhao Gongzi could only save one, save me or save Jinggui, is it necessary to say?”
”The communique is personally hateful and narrow-minded!” Zhu Wenhan said coldly: ”It is far worse than the master of Motan!”
A sneer sneered at the corner of Chu Li's mouth: ”I can't be more selfless than the master of Mo Tan. Everyone's life is saved by the master of Mo Tan. Without the action of the master of Mo Tan, we will all die in the hands of the monk!
”Where and where ...” Mo Qianjun waved and laughed: ”I just help ~ ~ The hero is still Zhao Dahe, we are all alive at a young age, and we still rely on you!”
”That's it for you!” Bai Feng hummed. ”Think now, how will the best monk come next time?”
”Once we have Zhao Dahe, we finally have the confidence to retreat!” Mo Qianjun laughed. ”As long as he dares to come, he will have to suffer the bright sword!”
Li Ruolan said busyly: ”Brother Mo, Zhao Dahe still has to go back, can't stay here forever.”
When she heard Mo Qianjun's intention to leave Zhao Dahe, she felt inappropriate.
The master of Mo Tan is afraid that it is not so simple. It is not just to deal with the good monks. I am afraid that there are other purposes. No matter how generous and selfless, it is impossible to not report the vengeance of the niece.
”As soon as Zhao Dahe leaves, we really have to confess here!” Mo Qianjun sighed.
”Can't go!” Zhu Wenhan hummed.
The two middle-aged people of Chiyang Sect who have never spoken also nodded. Zhao Dahe is the only hope against the good monk. Once they leave, they are fierce. (To be continued.)