Chapter 3246
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After a while, the person who went to report came down and fist saluted. "Chief Chu, please go up the mountain."
Chu Li fist saluted. "Thank you."
The other young man in purple opened his eyes and fist saluted, then closed his eyes and said nothing.
The two young men in purple were well-mannered and did not make a faux pas. However, Chu Li could tell that they did not value him but looked down on him. They did not even bother to talk to him or waste their energy. They treated him like a dead man who could not leave the Sword Moon Sect alive.
Chu Li frowned. It seemed that the Sword Moon Sect was really overbearing.
He had seen many of the eight major sects in the Fu Dynasty. Most of them were overbearing and overbearing. There were very few sects like the Virgin Palace. They had a kind of pride in their bones and did not respect others.
Seeing that Chu Li did not move, the young man in purple said, "Chief Chu, follow this path up the mountain. There will be someone to receive you."
"Thank you." Chu Li fist saluted and slowly walked up the stone steps.
The stone steps led to the top of the mountain with no end in sight. Every stone step was made of bluestone. After years of vicissitudes and polishing, the sides were covered in moss while the front was polished to the point that one could see one's reflection.
Seeing that Chu Li's figure was getting further away, the young man in purple opened his eyes and shook his head. "Another one who wants to die."
"It can't be helped. He's Junior Brother Cao's enemy."
"What a pity."
"There's nothing to pity about. There have been so many people like him dying in the mountains!"
"It's a pity that he wasn't born in the Fu Dynasty."
"If he was born in the Fu Dynasty, he's probably already a disciple of the Sword Moon Sect. It's rare to have such a cultivation level in the wilderness of the Ji Dynasty. It can't be helped that he's unlucky."
"Who's in charge of killing him?" The young man in purple asked with his eyes closed.
"Senior Brother Nian." The other young man in purple said, "With Senior Brother Nian, we'll definitely succeed. It's useless no matter how powerful he is."
"Actually, we should let Senior Brother Wen do it. It's safer. I don't think this guy is easy to deal with."
"Senior Brother Wen is in isolated cultivation. He was agitated when he met the guy from the Holy Church of Light."
"The Holy Church of Light has a powerful guy, Zhao Dahe. He's close to the Stargazing Pavilion. I wonder what they're up to!"
"They've always been unpredictable. but to be able to force Senior Brother Wen into isolated cultivation, he's really something."
"If Senior Brother Wen makes a move, there will be no mistakes."
"I think Senior Brother Nian is enough!"
Although Chu Li had walked far away, he could clearly see what was going on in their minds. He shook his head. It seemed like they really did not want to give him a way out. In that case, he could go all out and barge into the Sword Moon Sect and kill everyone there.
After walking for more than a thousand steps, a small pavilion appeared beside him. It had overhanging eaves and hanging corners, giving it an antique feel.
There was a stone table in the pavilion, and a handsome young man sat beside it. His purple clothes fluttered in the wind, causing his face to seem like jade, his lips were red, his teeth were white, and his eyes were like cold stars. The young man was sipping a cup of tea and looking at him with a smile.
Chu Li arrived at the gazebo and sat across the stone table.
The handsome young man smiled and said, "I'm Nian Feng, a disciple of the Sword Moon Sect. You must be Chu Li, right?"
"That's me." Chu Li nodded. "Are you here to kill me?"
"That's right." Nian Feng nodded slightly. "The sect's orders must be obeyed. I hope Brother Chu won't blame me."
"Hehe," Chu Li laughed. "That's what I wanted to say too. You wanted to kill me, so it's only right that I kill you."
"How arrogant, I like it!" Nian Feng laughed and put down his teacup. He stood up and drew his sword. "Junior Brother Cao died in your hands, we'll naturally avenge him."
"Whether Cao Xian died in my hands or not, you'll still want to kill me. Why bother looking for excuses?" Chu Li shook his head. "But you'll die in my hands!"
"Tss!" Nian Feng's figure suddenly blurred as if he had turned into a shadow. A ray of light from his sword had already pierced Chu Li's chest.
"Ding!" The tip of Chu Li's sword was already in front of his chest.
Nian Feng's sword trembled involuntarily, and his body stiffened. He felt a strange force coming from his sword, and his body instantly went numb and uncontrollable. He could only watch as the tip of Chu Li's sword pierced his throat.
The sword force entered his brain from his throat. His vision instantly darkened, and he died in an instant. He could not be any more dead.
Chu Li slowly drew his sword out of its scabbard and glanced a hundred meters above the steps. There were two young men in purple robes there. Initially, they were going to deal with his corpse, but now, they were going to deal with Nian Feng's corpse.
Nian Feng was also a rising star in the Sword Moon Sect. He was second only to Wen Tingdao among the younger generation of disciples. Everyone thought that he would definitely be able to kill Chu Li.
"Senior Brother Nian!" The two of them instantly widened their eyes as they screamed.
Chu Li calmly looked at them and continued to walk up the steps.
The two of them turned around and ran. Their figures blurred for a moment before disappearing. Their body movement technique was extremely fast.
Chu Li went up another five hundred steps and arrived at another pagoda.
A middle-aged man in purple robes sat by the stone table in the pagoda. He looked ordinary and would not be noticed if he stood in the crowd. His eyes were shooting cold lightning as he glared at Chu Li as if he was trying to see through him.
When he saw Chu Li step into the pagoda, he opened his mouth to speak.
Chu Li waved his hand to cut him off. "There's no need to say anything. Just do it!"
The middle-aged man in purple held his breath. Instead of venting his anger, he became even more enraged. His eyes began to turn red as blood vessels quickly filled his eyes. The cold lightning that shot out from his eyes seemed to pierce Chu Li.
Chu Li slowly drew his sword. "There's no need to tell me your name. I never remember the names of dead people."
"You're courting death!" The middle-aged man in purple gritted his teeth. Then, a cold lightning suddenly appeared behind Chu Li and the tip of the sword was about to reach his body.
"Ding!" Chu Li's sword was already blocking his back. The vibrating blade of the sword bounced off the body of the middle-aged man in purple and let out a clear sound.
The middle-aged man in purple suddenly froze.
His expression changed and he desperately channeled his inner energy. When Chu Li's sword was about to reach his throat, he had already regained control of his body. Just as he was about to dodge, an invisible finger force struck him and his body froze again.
Chu Li used the Petrifying Finger at the same time he stabbed with his sword.
"Chi!" The tip of Chu Li's sword pierced through his throat. The gray tip of the sword appeared behind him and there was not a single drop of blood on the blade.
The strange sword force crushed his brain and he died instantly.
Chu Li slowly drew his sword and looked up at the two young men a hundred meters away. He shook his head.
"Senior Brother Song!" The two of them were shocked and furious. They turned around and ran.
Chu Li smiled. His cultivation level was not what it used to be. Although he could not run amok in the Fu Dynasty, he was not far from it. He would be fine as long as he did not run into people like Wei Wuwei. There were only four or five people like Wei Wuwei among the eight major sects of the Fu Dynasty.
Although this Senior Brother Song and Nian Feng were masters of their sects, they were far weaker than Wei Wuwei. They were like children in front of Chu Li. Chu Li killed them as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.
He continued to go up. After a hundred steps, an old man with white eyebrows and beard floated down from the stairs. He wore a purple robe and his face was pale as if he was injured. He was as thin as a skeleton and stared at Chu Li with his green eyes like a wolf's.
Chu Li stopped and looked at the old man.
"Young man, you killed Nian Feng and Song Zhiqing!" The old man in purple robe let out a hoarse and unpleasant voice.
Chu Li said calmly, "Yes."
"Then you shall die too!" The old man's loose robe fluttered in the wind. The long sword at his waist slowly stabbed towards Chu Li. His movements were slow and his moves were simple.
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