Chapter 970： Shouling (1/2)

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He cleared the thoughts and replayed the previous scene.

Although he was struggling with King Ping, Dayuan Jingzhi took all the situations in the field into his mind, and replayed it at this time, not only to see his situation with four hidden world masters, but also the eight guards and their opponents.

The Eight Guards are the top masters in the army, and they are also deeply cultivated, but they can't compare to the hidden masters of the Bright Holy Religion. After all, the skills of more than one hundred years are not comparable to those in forty or fifty years.

After a hundred years of skill, qualitative changes will occur, and the power will be even more powerful. He knows it well.

He has all kinds of magical powers that can block a century-old master. If he didn't want to show the magical powers in front of people, he would have been pulling Ping Wang to escape, and there was no such trouble.

Today, there are many things that can restrain magical powers. In case they are conspired in advance, they cannot become killers. It is not safe to rely on the Kuang Rong scriptures, so the magical powers can be used without them.

Not only is the master of the hidden world powerful, but also the swordsmanship is deep enough, exquisite and rigorous, and there are few flaws. The swordsmanship can block his bright sword, and his power can be seen.

What made him most concerned was the figure.

This is the power of Tenjin?

The light was burning like the scorching sun, which made people unable to look directly into his eyes. His large round mirror could not even see his face clearly, only a figure was seen.

The feeling of being as large as the sky was suffocating him, as if an ant was standing and looking up under the mighty mountains, and could not give a trace of resistance, he could only let him kill himself.

The spirit of the master of the gods is just like the essence, already has the lethality, does not even need to do anything, as long as standing in front of them, the continuous pressure is enough to make people collapse, and they are scared to death.

Chu Li is strong in spirit, so he can be sober and comfortable, even those reclusive masters still can't withstand this coercion.

This coercion makes the opponent unresponsive, delaying movements and internal forces, and watching him being hit, unable to avoid, it is terrible.

Chu Li confessed himself, and he was definitely not an opponent when he changed himself, and Shenzutong was useless. Even though he was stronger than the twelve hidden masters, the result was still the same. He would watch his own shot and be torn apart.

He didn't know if the Kuei Jing could still resurrect himself. It was probably impossible. He could not die any more. It seemed that the master of the gods could not provoke him!

He sighed and shook his head.

In the early morning of the next day, Chu Li was on the couch to treat his injuries.

Today, his body is both a bright body and a demon body. The tibetan runner has survived the fire and has not been able to repair it, but it has become overwhelming. Over night, the penetrating wound on the chest has given birth to a thin film. Tender meat.

”Chu Li is here!” Suddenly, a bronze bell sounded loudly at Che'an Palace.

Chu Li frowned, and finally came!

He estimated that the emperor would not kill himself, because he had met King Ping, and it was late, but he knew that what he had done was certain, and he would inevitably wear his own shoes in the future.

I did not expect the imperial edict.

”Chu Lijiezhi!” A full and magnificent drinking sounded again.

Chu Liyang cried, ”Chu Li is determined!”

He floated out of the courtyard and came to the gate.

The door of the Zhu Qi of An'an Mansion has been opened, and the huge copper nails are shining.

Under the steps of the doorway stood two middle-aged men with black clothes, holding a decree written on a yellow silk shaft, with a calm look, a solemn expression, and looked at the door quietly.

Chu Li stepped out of the gate, came to the steps, and held his fist as a gift: ”Chu Li took orders!”

He had just finished speaking, and there was a mess of footsteps behind him.

Xiao Shi fluttered on the moon-white Luo shirt, with golden chrysanthemum embroidered on the cuffs, elegant and luxurious.

White gauze covered her beautiful face, only revealing a pair of deep eyes like a deep lake, sweeping Yingying, ecstatic.

Surrounded by maids such as Yang Sumenglan, she walked out like a weak Liu Fufeng.

Liu Xing and eight other guards guarded her tightly, glanced vigilantly, and rushed out at any time. After the assassination of Princess Ping, the palaces became more and more focused on the guards, and Liu Xing also played 12 points of caution.

”What's going on?” She came to Chu Li.