After a while, seeing that Li Ruoshui was still like that, Lu Li found that the other party had fainted again.

Lu Li raised his slap, and after reapplying the old technique to reawaken Li Ruoshui, he asked, "How do you crack the evil pollen that can make people fall into a state of madness?"

Li Ruoshui glanced at Lu Li with a fearful look, and when he found that the other party's palm was raised again, the Tianyuan City female monk hurriedly said, "Don't fight! This is the [Chaotic Heart Flower] planted by Lord [Phantom Snake] himself, and I don't know how to get rid of it." ”

Syllable!

Lu Li didn't say a word, the raised slap fell again, and Li Ruoshui's head buzzed, and wisps of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"I don't know ......"

Syllable!

Lu Li's face was expressionless, but he slapped it again.

Li Ruoshui simply pursed his lips and said nothing.

After a while, Lu Li, who couldn't wait for an answer, used violence again, and this time Li Ruoshui's expression was a little sluggish, as if he had never seen such an unreasonable person.

Lu Li asked again, "How to remove the influence of [Chaotic Heart Flower]." ”

Li Ruoshui replied a little confused: "Only the [Phantom Snake] Lord personally can remove the influence caused by the [Chaotic Heart Flower]. ”

Lu Li nodded, and asked again, "Where is your [Phantom Snake] Lord now?"

Hearing this question, Li Ruoshui pursed her lips again, her eyes concealed obvious fear, but she was still not prepared to reveal the whereabouts of [Phantom Snake] Li Tianji.

The expected slap did not come to the fan, Li Ruoshui was a little surprised, so she heard a 'click', and then there was a sharp pain in her left hand.

A white-skinned and slender severed finger infected with red blood was thrown in front of Li Ruoshui's eyes.

The flesh and blood at the fracture were uneven, as if they had been torn off alive.

"Ah——!" Ten fingers connected to the heart, Li Ruoshui let out a miserable cry of pain, and she scolded viciously: "You, you can't die well!"

Lu Li didn't care about Li Ruoshui's swearing, he grabbed Li Ruoshui's other finger again, and asked simply, "Where is the [Phantom Snake]?"

Li Ruoshui's body couldn't help but tremble, obviously falling into a deep inner struggle, she immediately took a deep breath, looked directly into Lu Li's eyes, and said in a firm tone: "You kill me!"

Lu Li didn't say anything more, and slapped a palm directly on the back of Li Ruoshui's neck, knocking him unconscious.

Seeing Li Ruoshui's eyes, Lu Li knew that he couldn't ask for more from this woman.

After thinking for a moment, Lu Li spread out his palm, and condensed into an extremely small sword, which was covered with mysterious and complex runes, slightly shorter and thicker than ordinary hairpins.

Lu Li put this small sword into Li Ruoshui's gray robe pocket, so that he could teleport to Li Ruoshui's side at any time through the Void Condensing Sword Xing.

The camp is about to collapse, and the outside world is filled with a terrifying storm, and being in such a situation is a dilemma.

To put anyone in such a situation is bound to fall into hesitation. But Lu Li is different, he never likes to think too much, especially in today's situation where he can't necessarily come up with a solution if he thinks too much, Lu Li prefers to act intuitively.

Cautiously returning to the camp, Lu Li placed himself in a position that the pollen of the [Chaotic Heart Flower] could not reach, and observed the situation inside from a distance.

I saw that there were only more than twenty people left in the blasphemous group of more than fifty people, and these survivors were huddled in a far corner, they were trembling with fear, and on the other hand, they were affected by the pollen that gradually drifted past, and became violent and full of murderous intent, and instinctively rushed towards the person they hated the most, that is, Pales Tightrope.

The desecrated souls, who were crazy and like moths to a fire, died miserably in the aftermath of the fierce battle between the two inner monks of Long Sanguan and Paris Tightrope.

Then, on the corpses of these deceased, from the blood that flowed out of them, more [Chaotic Flowers] absorbed nutrients from them, and multiplied one after another at a rapid rate.

Seeing this, Lu Li grabbed his hands to the side and took out the two rune flying swords that had been prepared long ago from the void.

He stuck one of the rune swords in place, then flicked his arm and threw the other rune sword.

The madness brought by [Chaotic Heart and Strange Flower] naturally did not affect the rune flying sword, and when the rune flying sword crossed a short distance, it was inserted into the wall with a "poof", and just landed next to the group of blasphemous survivors.

As soon as Lu Li's thoughts moved, the blood-colored runes under his skin suddenly appeared, and before anyone could see those runes clearly, Lu Li's figure had already disappeared in place, and at the same time, it flashed next to the group of blasphemers.

"It's you, help, us. A younger blasphemous man stood up and looked up at Lu Li as he asked for help.

In Lu Li's opinion, this group of blasphemous clans all looked similar, and he asked in a confirmed manner, "Kruru?"

"Yes, Kruru. Kruru confirmed Lu Li's guess.

Lu Li pointed to the corpse of the Blasphemous Clan that had fallen to the ground not far away, and asked, "Do you know what's going on?"

Kruru said, "First, Palolo, crazy. And then, a lot, the clansmen, went crazy. ”

Just as Kruru spoke, a stream of almost colorless pollen had drifted towards this side, and Lu Li had long been wary of this, and his eyes kept looking in the direction where the [Chaotic Heart Flower] was in full bloom.

Although the pollen was colorless, Lu Li still saw a clue after a closer look, only to see him wave his sleeves and create a strong wind to blow the pollen back.

Because of the previous lesson, Lu Li didn't dare to directly use his sword qi to disperse the pollen.

In his opinion, the two inner monks, Long Sanguan and Parles Steelrope, were likely to directly use their own sword qi to resist pollen, and as a result, they underestimated the weirdness of the [Chaotic Heart Flower], which caused the mind and spirit to be corroded.

"The rune formation in this camp has been damaged, and it may not be long before it collapses, what can you do?" Lu Li asked Kruru.

Kruru replied, "We, can, fix it." ”

After receiving an affirmative answer, Lu Li nodded, and his eyes fell on the two inner monks who were already about to distinguish the winner.

At this time, Long Sanguan had already entered the state of being covered with black scales when he was fighting with Lu Li before.

But even so, he was still wounded, wisps of blood oozing from the cracks in the black scales of his body, a delicate short sword with a paris steel rope stuck under his left ribs, and even a dragon horn on his head had been severed.

And the Parisian tightrope was no better at this point.

I saw that the right half of the dwarven monk's face was already blurred with flesh and blood, and the right eye that protruded from the eye socket no longer had a trace of agility, and it had obviously lost its due effect.

Parles Tightrope was covered in wounds, and with each movement, a large amount of blood gushed out of those wounds, making him look like a man-shaped barrel full of holes, containing bright red wine called blood.

Long Sanguan held the [Dragon Bone Sword] and made the final attack with Paris Tightrope, who held the delicate short sword, and every collision of the two blades set off a wave of sword qi frenzy around him.

It was this sword qi frenzy that turned the more than thirty blasphemers into corpses, and it was also this sword qi that caused the two inner sect monks to fall more and more into a crazy vortex under the influence of [Chaotic Heart and Strange Flowers].

"We need to get rid of those [Troubled Flowers], if only there was a fire. Lu Xun flashed one idea after another, but he vetoed them.

Seeing that the battle situation of the two inner monks was already extremely dangerous, and it was very likely that they would both be killed and end up together, Lu Li finally made a decision.

"Rather than both of them die, it's better to survive the next one. Lu Li stretched out his hand and grabbed it, took out the stone sword [Zhen Yu] from the void beside him, and held it in both hands, holding the [Zhen Yu] high above the top.

At the same time, a breath of vicissitudes of life, as if from ancient times, emanated from Lu Li's body.

The blasphemous people who were not far from him trembled involuntarily and fell to the ground one after another. Even Long Sanguan and Pales Tightrope in the battle invariably set their eyes on Lu Li with both madness and vigilance.

"Since you can only live one ......" Lu Li's expression was cold, and his murderous eyes locked on Parles Tightrope.

The corners of his mouth drew a cruel smile, and he slashed out the stone sword in his hand from a long distance.

"Heavenly Demon Twelve Swords!"

As Lu Li's sword slashed down, the entire camp shook violently.

Ground, air, flowers, corpses...... Everything that stood between Lu Li and the Parles tightrope was split in two and reduced to powder.

Parles Tightrope is at the end of his crossbow at this time, he wants to dodge but his steps are vain, and he wants to resist hard but his sword is exhausted.

In this moment of life and death, Parish Tightrope seemed to get rid of his madness for a short time, and shouted in despair: "No!"

This cry became the last words of the inner monk of Parles Tightrope, his body was split in half in an instant with the center of his eyebrows as the dividing point, and even the gray robe that had never been damaged in front of Lu Li's eyes was split in two under this "Heavenly Demon Sword".

A layer of madness filled Lu Li's eyes, but it quickly receded like a tide, this was because this style of "Heavenly Demon Twelve Swords" had the true intention of destroying all things, and the pollen of those [Chaotic Flowers] naturally could not be spared.

"Whew, Whew......"

Lu Li threw the stone sword [Zhenyu] back into the void with a flip of his wrist, and after using the "Twelve Swords of Heavenly Demons" with all his might, he inevitably fell into weakness and exhaustion.

At this time, Lu Li's arm trembled slightly, and even the stone sword [Zhen Yu] could no longer hold it.

"Heh, that's a good power. ”

Seeing that no one was cheering, Lu Li praised himself, and he didn't have the burden of killing an inner monk in his heart.

In his opinion, he was saving Long Sanguan, so he made a decision.

As for whether this decision was right or wrong, Lu Li didn't bother to think about it at all.

Since this was a decision he had made, and had achieved its intended purpose, it was a wise decision that was insightful and too correct to be correct.