The injury on Zhao Jiuzun's face was not light, but his dignity was injured even more, and he saw that this monk, who had been in the Sword Sect for more than fifty years, slapped the ground with both hands, and an imperceptible hidden sword qi came to Lu Li's feet along the blue-gray stone slabs.

"Huh?" Lu Li realized at this time, only to feel that his feet were like a quagmire, so he couldn't move, and he was temporarily restrained in place.

"Give it to me...... Death!" Zhao Jiuzun spit out not very clear words, but the ferocity in his eyes could not be faked at all, his half-crouched body flicked forward, and pounced on Lu Li like a beast, at the same time, his hands formed a magic seal, and his body was faintly invisible for a moment, but in the process of his rapid running, this was perfectly concealed.

A short distance Zhao Jiuzun arrived in the blink of an eye, and Lu Li had only initially broken free from the shackles of the "sword qi quagmire" under his feet at this time, and it was too late to dodge at this time.

I saw Zhao Jiuzun's right hand and middle two fingers together, a vicissitudes of life and a long-term momentum flashed away at his fingertips, Zhao Jiuzun roared angrily, and poked Lu Li's eyebrows with one finger.

"Eight Desolations...... Prisoner Finger!"

In the face of this move, Lu Li was not afraid, and he also pointed his sword and slashed forward.

"Crazy Demon Slaying Immortal Slash!"

The colorful and dreamlike sword light lingered at Lu Li's fingertips, causing Lu Li to slash out one brilliant brilliance after another.

He slashed and slashed and slashed, slashed faster than slashed, slashed fiercely.

In just a moment, Lu Li's front was already intertwined with sword qi, vertical and horizontal, and Zhao Jiuzun, who was trapped in it, suddenly shattered inch by inch like a mirror.

"Not good!" Although Lu Li had never seen such an illusion, he instinctively sensed that something was wrong, and he was busy reining in his sword momentum, but it was still too late.

Zhao Jiuzun's true figure appeared behind Lu Li, and it was still a gesture of handing out a finger, but there was no vicissitudes of life or long-term momentum on this finger, and some were just silent, killing with one move!

"Die!"

Zhao Jiuzun poked his finger at the location of Lu Li's cervical vertebrae, but under Lu Li's best avoidance, he finally poked at Lu Li's side neck.

A clump of blood flowers immediately burst out, and unlike the previous attack that used sword qi, this direct poke truly reflected the irresistible terrifying power of the [Eight Desolation Prisoner Fingers].

Lu Li's side neck suddenly had a hideous blood hole, and Zhao Jiuzun was slightly surprised, this was still not a small gap from the damage he expected.

"This kid has such a tough physique......"

Before Zhao Jiuzun's thoughts could be fully presented, Lu Li had already made a counterattack.

I saw that Lu Li finally broke free from the shackles of the "sword qi quagmire", he leaned forward with his upper body, took one leg as the axis, twisted his waist and turned his hip, and his right leg swung back violently, and hit Zhao Jiuzun's cheek with a "bang".

Zhao Jiuzun's body couldn't stop flying out sideways, his head was dizzy for a while, but he subconsciously reached out to support it, adjusted his center of gravity in a sideways posture, and regained his footing.

When he looked at Lu Li again, his pupils suddenly shrank.

I saw that at Lu Li's side neck, the hideous blood hole was giving birth to granulations, closing muscles, and it would not be long before it could initially scab over, making Zhao Jiuzun's [Eight Desolation Prisoner Fingers] completely useless.

This is the powerful recovery power brought about by the [Life Primorb] that was devoured by Lu Li.

"This guy...... This guy ......" Zhao Jiuzun was angry at the same time, and he felt a little powerless for a while, in the face of such a guy with a strong physique, super resilience, except for the [Eight Desolation Prisoner Finger] Zhao Jiuzun's rest of the attack methods are indeed difficult to have an effect.

Lu Li looked at Zhao Jiuzun, he touched his neck, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Seeing this, Ye Shengqing reminded: "Zhao Jiuzun, if you want to fight with my brother, you can go to the 'martial arts arena' if you want to fight, lest my brother will have to tie his hands and feet outside, for fear of killing you with one punch!"

After a short fight between Lu Li and Zhao Jiuzun just now, Ye Shengqing finally determined one thing - the strength of his old friend is indeed not what it used to be.

Therefore, the focus of Ye Shengqing's worries changed from worrying that Lu Li would not be able to beat the other party at the beginning, to being afraid that Lu Li would have an impulse and directly punch Zhao Jiuzun to death.

"Martial arts field!

"Zhao Jiuzun, if you are a gentleman, go to the martial arts arena and have a good time with him!"

"Zhao Jiuzun, if I were you, you would never be able to endure this evil breath. ”

The surrounding monks seemed to have seen their original purpose, and they only wanted to see the battle in front of them to the end.

"Heh......"

A chuckle spread through the ears of every monk around, and it was Zao Wou-Ki who spoke.

He first said to Zhao Jiuzun: "Jiuzun, you step down and go to apply for the [Returning Spiritual Spring] to heal your injuries." ”

Zhao Jiuzun said "um", his bloodstained face looked embarrassed and miserable, and he didn't forget to glare at Lu Li viciously before leaving, but after seeing the other party's eyes that did not hide his murderous intent, he hurriedly rose against the wind and fled from this place.

Zhao Wouji glanced at Lu Li, but he didn't forget that his original purpose was to seize the [Ben Thunder Sword], so he chuckled lightly and said to the monks: "It is said that the villagers in the mountains often love to insult people with words, and the vulgarity and unbearable of their words are beyond the imagination of people with self-cultivation such as us. ”

Zhao Wuji then looked at Ye Shengqing again and continued: "This Ye Shengqing and such a vulgar person are called brothers, and they must also be the same as a raccoon dog. Do you want such an incompetent and immoral person to be in charge of the [Ben Lei Sword]? If Zhao Mou wants to say that such a virtuous and incompetent person, every time he holds the [Ben Lei Sword] for a moment, it is an insult to the Sword Saint and the sword path of our generation."

A group of monks who knew Zao Wou-Ki well echoed his words, while more monks chose to remain silent.

After all, Shangguan Tingxue, who was a disciple of the Sword Saint, chose to help Ye Shengqing, but because of his own strength, he was forced to retreat under the pressure of the monks.

Now there is another Lu Li who has soared for less than a year, but has such strength. Before the forces behind Ye Shengqing were unknown, most of the monks would no longer make rash decisions, and some of the monks who had spoken out against Shangguan Tingxue before already had a little more remorse in their hearts.

Lu Li was furious when he heard this, and scolded: "You are the 'Zhao Daoyou'? Believe it or not, Lao Tzu slapped your little girl-like face out of the flowers? I sure I can't even recognize your own mother." ”

The corners of Zao Wouji's forehead twitched, and before he could speak, several monks who were standing in the same camp as him had already reprimanded:

"Bold! How dare you speak so outrageously!"

"If you don't hurry up and kneel down to apologize, no one can protect you if you're so presumptuous!"

Lu Li plucked out his ears, not caring at all about the painless scolding, he just stared at Zao Wou-Ki, his eyes full of provocation.

"Never ......"

Zao Wou-Ki finally spoke, his tone was as flat as ever, but almost everyone could feel the anger in Zao Wou-Ki's heart.

"No one has ever dared to be so disrespectful to me......"

Lu Li sneered when he heard this: "Oh, then you have to thank me for giving you a taste of freshness." ”