Chapter 2006: Homologous (2/2)

White-Robed Chief Xiao Shu 33690K 2022-07-20

Chu Liwei narrowed his eyes and smiled and shook his head: ”Why is it!”

”Your palm is really bad, you can only do this!” Junyi middle-aged hit the blue shirt, free and easy, shook his head and sighed: ”It is better to lose their skills and re-exercise than to lose their lives.”

Chu Li smiled: ”If you find someone with a pure internal force, it may not be able to dispel my palm, so why start in such a hurry.”

”For a while, their lives are hard to protect!” Junyi middle-aged shook his head: ”Chu Li is too poisonous from your heart!”

Chu Li smiled and said, ”I want to be soft-hearted towards those who want to kill myself? Your Wanjian City's requirements are too high!”

”No one who can be killed by Wan Jiancheng can escape it.” Junyi middle-aged said lightly: ”Chu Li, you think you can escape from Wan Jiancheng's pursuit by entering the Rain Master Hall?”

Chu Lidao said: ”It seems that you Wanjian City is not afraid of the Rain Master Hall, and you really admire it.”

”Yu Shidian is nothing but imaginary.” Junyi middle-aged said: ”If you can enter the shaking tower, we will have a bit of fear in Wanjian City. As for Yushidian ...”

He said, shaking his head, ”You can't escape.”

Chu Li sighed, ”Why bother talking, let me see the real power of Wanjian City.”

”Very good!” Junyi middle-aged Shen said, ”I will also teach you what you can do.”

He said that pressing on the long sword, a stern momentum came to his face, like a scabbard excalibur stabbed at the head, could not help but want to avoid.

Chu Lishou stood firmly by pressing Tiantian Sword.

Xue Luoyu could not help but step back to avoid his sharp edge.

Her heart was astonished that this middle-aged man had a very good cultivation behavior. I do n’t know which master of Wan Jiancheng, the master of Wan Jiancheng is like a cloud, and his reputation is not as good as that of Yushidian ~ ~ But the real strength is not necessarily inferior Yu Yudian.

The Palace of the Rain Master has gradually declined in the past century, and naturally it is not taken into account by Wan Jiancheng.

Chu Li frowned: ”Tian Tian Jue?”

This handsome middle-aged man is practicing Tiantian Jue. Although his temperament is different from what he cultivates, it is definitely the same as Tiantian Jue. I did not expect that Wan Jiancheng really had the practice of practicing Tiantian Jue.

”Look at my maggots or your maggots!” Junyi middle-aged Shen said.

Chu Li shook his head and smiled, ”You haven't stabbed Tianjian.”

”This sword's name is shocking.” Junyi middle-aged patted the scabbard and said lightly: ”The sharpness is not inferior to the nine swords.”

He said to pull out the sword slowly.

Suddenly a strange breath permeated, Chu Li only felt that the air around him became dense, the void seemed to be locked, everything became very heavy, and he wanted to move but he moved slowly.

Chu Li's face changed slightly. I didn't expect that Jun Yi, a middle-aged man, was stronger than him, and Shou Yuan was burning more. He wanted to avoid but he couldn't avoid the sword. He watched the sword point towards himself. Come over.

The starry hole imagination and the great circle mirror wrestle with fate, looking for a glimmer of life, and immediately urged the tibetan runner scripture, and the virtual shadow of the runner tower flashed around the body, and it was fleeting.

All the strange breath in the runner tower was poured into Chu Li's body, allowing him to break free when the sword tip was approaching, and Tiantian Jian instantly clicked on the sword tip of the heavenly sword.

”Ding ...” Chu Li flew out, sprayed a blood arrow in the air, and hit several ancient trees.

The two old trees embraced each other thickly, and they rose up against the sky, but when they encountered Chu Li, they took off and took off.

After Junyi's middle-aged sword was stabbed, his hair was instantly white, his face wrinkled, and his original erect body became emaciated. In the blink of an eye, he turned from a middle-aged person into a drooping old man, with only a pair of bright eyes.