"It seems that a four-grade pill is going to be wasted, a lot of spirit stones-"

Chu Wuli took out a green pill the size of an egg with a little pain, this is a four-grade healing pill, it is expensive, and Chu Wuli is reluctant to use it, but unfortunately this time he was beaten a little hard by the God King, and an enemy came to the door, so he had to use such a good healing pill to treat his injuries, he was also ready to do a big job, and he had to give himself enough strength.

Chu Wuru has no intention of escaping or dodging, there is no one in the Jiangjun world who can let him escape without a fight, and the other party takes the initiative to kill him, and Chu Wuru, who is depressed, also wants to vent his grievances of being beaten by the God King, in his opinion, these people are all here to send them to death, and he needs to exert force to take off their heads.

The effect of the four-grade healing pill is excellent, even the pill that can be used by the Heavenly Master is naturally better for the Heavenly Warrior, the rejuvenated Chu Wuru stood up again, his body was full of strength again, Chu Wuru deliberately moved his hands and feet, and the Apocalypse Sword was also summoned, and the Apocalypse Sword, which had originally recovered some of its original color, turned into a gray long sword again, and the blood obtained by Chu Wuru's killing was not enough to awaken the Apocalypse Sword Spirit, it was still asleep, and the Apocalypse Sword was also hiding itself, not revealing the true face of this incomparably powerful fairy sword。

"I still can't use my fists. ”

Chu Wuli looked at the Apocalypse Sword in his hand, and said with some regret, if the Apocalypse Sword Spirit awakened, with his sword Dao cultivation, he could fight with the God King, but the Apocalypse Sword was too advanced, and the blood of the Heavenly Warrior and the Spirit Beast could not meet its needs at all, and it was difficult to wake it up from its slumber.

"That's him!"

The people of the Iron Sword Sect locked on to the target, and they came very quickly, and they found Chu Wuyu in one fell swoop, and after one of them shouted, more than twenty people fanned out, blocking the space where Chu Wuyu could escape.

One person even threw out a five-grade charm, the space was stagnant, and the space was perfectly frozen, making the space solid like an iron force that was difficult to break, and it was a spell that fixed the space.

"This spell is quite expensive, isn't it?"

Chu Wuru sat on the ground and crossed Erlang's legs and asked nonchalantly.

"Is Yuan Ying Pavilion rude?"

Fu Xiaohan could feel that Chu Wuru's heavy injuries were recovering, and he also understood why Chu Wuli didn't move in place, so he couldn't help but ask to make a confirmation.

"Didn't I say you're going to turn around and leave?"

Chu Wuru's legs were tilted up and down into the sky, and he asked with a hippie smile.

"Boy, you are so poor, immediately quit the Shadow Pavilion and join my Iron Sword Sect, I can spare your life today!"

A middle-aged man with a sword on his back couldn't get used to Chu Wuru's angry appearance, and shouted at Chu Wuru, his voice was fierce, but he was glared at by Fu Xiaohan, he felt a sigh in his heart, feeling that he had robbed the senior brother's words, so he quickly shut up and took two steps back.

After retracting his gaze, Fu Xiaohan also took out his sword, a fairy sword with an extremely thin blade and a sharp shape, the bloody qi released on the fairy sword was extremely rich, and at first glance it was a sword that often drank blood, it was a pure killing sword, with a life-threatening edge.

"Get up and give you a chance to fight fairly!"

The inverted buckle of Fu Xiaohan's fairy sword handle clasped his palm, making the hand and the sword more perfectly combined, and he solemnly invited Chu Wuru to duel.

"A fair battle of dozens of people around one person?"

Chu Wuru tilted his head and asked with a smile.

Not only Fu Xiaohan, but the rest of the people of the Iron Sword Sect were all pale when they were asked by Chu Wuru.

Chu Wuru waved his hand again, and said with a smile:

"Joking with you, don't mind, kidding. ”

He said to himself:

"I don't recommend that you come and fight me, because I just got beaten up by the God King. ”

"God-king, that god-king?"

Fu Xiaohan, who was originally a little angry in his heart, was aroused by the name that Chu Wuru's mouth said.

"Senior Brother Xiao, there is a god king in the Three Thousand Sects, and legend has it that he learned an eight-rank palm technique, which is very famous. ”

A young man with clear eyebrows reminded Fu Xiaohan, Fu Xiaohan also suddenly realized that the reputation of the God King was too loud, he naturally knew it, he just didn't expect that a nameless person like Chu Wuli could fight against a peerless genius like the God King who spread the name of the entire human race, he never thought that Chu Wuli was qualified to become a peerless genius in the Yipin Sect, just a little person who was lucky.

"Just like you, don't you want to kill the God King?" Okay, don't say those things that don't exist, stand up and make a move, Fu will give you a good time, otherwise you will lose the face of your Yuanying Pavilion, and you will die when you go back, it is better to die in the hands of Fu, it is also your glory. ”

Fu Xiaohan looked down on Chu Wuru more and more, thinking that Chu Wuru's ranking was completely picked up, this is a person who lives completely by bragging. He shouted impatiently, just wanting to quickly kill Chu Wuru and complete his task.

"It seems that I didn't say it clearly enough, I was beaten by the God King, and I was a little angry in my heart, if you come to provoke me, I will be angry, and then kill you all, understand?"

Chu Wuru, who was on the ground, finally raised his voice and said it seriously, but his words made the people of the Iron Sword Sect angry, and Fu Xiaohan didn't say anything and stabbed him down with a sword, wanting to nail Chu Wurude to the ground.

"See blood seal your throat!"

Fu Xiaohan's sword speed was extremely fast, and the sword qi flew out at the moment of his shot, reaching Chu Wuru's throat, which was a one-hit killing momentum.

"Apocalypse!"

With a wave of his right hand, the Apocalypse Sword arrived in his hand, and it was raised to block Fu Xiaohan's sword qi, and Chu Wuru on the ground suddenly disappeared in place.

"Blood Sword Trail!"

Fu Xiaohan's combat experience is also very rich, and he is not affected by Chu Wuru's disappearance, with a swing of the sword in his right hand, hundreds of blood-colored sword qi flew out, like hundreds of bloodthirsty sharks, began to track the enemy, and wanted to kill and devour the enemy.

"One!"

There was the effect of a fixed space spell, Chu Wuli did not open the space, but he moved too fast, far exceeding the speed of the Nine Tribulation Heavenly Warriors, and easily killed a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect in the west with one sword. The other three disciples of the Iron Sword Sect in this direction took out their swords at the same time, and their reactions were also very fast, in the end, they were the elite disciples of the First Rank Sect, and the sword qi emitted was all over the sky, roaring and tearing apart the peace of this place, and deliberately blocking Chu Wuru's retreat with sword qi.

Whether it was the reaction or the power of the shot, the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect showed something extraordinary.