A cattail hassock was placed in a majestic basilica. A tall elder sat on the cattail hassock like a mountain.
His eyebrows were white and his long eyebrows drooped to the corner of his mouth, connecting with his beard. His face was as red as a baby's.
Hurried footsteps were heard. He slowly opened his eyes and glared at the middle-aged man who pushed open the basilica door and entered.
The middle-aged man was dressed in purple and had a jade-like face. His brows were tightly knitted as he walked over and cupped his fists. "Elder, that brat is very tough. He killed Nian Feng and Song Zhiqing and is currently fighting with Senior Brother Jin Sikuang."
"Xiao Jin is attacking?" The elder asked slowly.
"Chu Li is not to be underestimated. How can we let him continue to show off?" The middle-aged man shook his head. "If we can't kill him this time, we'll be too ashamed."
"The Ji Dynasty has such a character." The elder shook his head. "Every dog has its day. Looks like the Ji Dynasty is going to prosper."
"That's why we have to kill him. If he's allowed to grow, it'll be troublesome!"
The elder nodded in satisfaction. "We won't fail this time, right?"
"Senior Jin has two hundred years of cultivation. No matter how powerful Chu Li is, he won't be able to stop him!"
"That's good." The elder said slowly. "I hope there won't be any accidents."
The man smiled. "Don't worry, Elder. Although Senior Jin seems to be violent, he's actually very meticulous. He won't fail miserably. Just listen to the good news!"
The elder nodded. "You're right to be careful."
"Yes." The man sighed.
Chu Li was only in his twenties. Their previous arrangement was for a master in his thirties to kill him. They felt that this was the most appropriate method. Not only would they be able to kill Chu Li, but they would also let the disciples know how powerful Chu Li was. This would prevent them from becoming arrogant and thinking that there was not a single master in a remote place like the Ji Dynasty.
Unfortunately, he had underestimated that brat. He did not expect that Nian Feng would not be able to kill him, and instead, Nian Feng would be killed. Later on, he sent a master who had lived for sixty years, but it still did not succeed. He did not want to damage the disciples' confidence too much, so he directly sent a two-hundred-year-old master, his own Senior Brother Jin Sikuang.
However, it was a major event for experts over a hundred years old to make a move. Even within the sect, experts over a hundred years old would not easily make a move.
He was worried that the elder would make a fuss over nothing and act rashly, so he came to explain.
The sound of hurried footsteps could be heard as a purple-robed youth stood outside the hall.
The purple-robed middle-aged man frowned, "What is it?"
"Sixth Martial Uncle, Chu Li won again." The purple-robed youth cupped his fists and said.
He lowered his head, not daring to look into the hall.
This was Martial Granduncle's seclusion hall, and disciples were forbidden from approaching. However, Martial Uncle had already arrived, and in order to pass on the news, he could only come over to report. This matter was really too urgent, and could not be delayed.
"Your Martial Uncle Jin lost?" The purple-robed middle-aged man asked in a low voice.
"Yes, Martial Uncle Jin is dead."
"Nonsense!"
"Yes!" The purple-robed young man hurriedly bowed, not daring to say another word.
"How could Chu Li possibly kill Brother Jin?!" the purple-robed middle-aged man shouted in disbelief.
The purple-robed youth remained silent.
The old man with white eyebrows and beard said in a deep voice, "Interesting! We've underestimated this young man. If he's really a genius, then all the more reason to kill him. Otherwise, we'll be harmed instead, and there will be endless troubles in the future! "
"Yes!" The purple-robed middle-aged man's face darkened, and he cupped his fists and said, "Elder, I'll do it myself!"
"No, I'll do it myself!" The old man with white eyebrows and beard slowly stood up.
"Elder!" The purple-robed middle-aged man was shocked, "You'll do it?"
"That's right." The old man nodded and said, "You can defeat Xiao Jin, and he can also defeat Xiao Jin. Are you confident that you can kill him?"
The purple-robed middle-aged man was silent, and finally, he shook his head and sighed.
He was also considered a genius of his generation. Other than Junior Brother Duan who was in seclusion, he was the strongest. However, compared to the Martial Uncles in the sect who were almost three hundred years old, he was still a notch lower. Master Cheng was far better than him.
The martial arts of the Sword Moon Sect and the Church of the Divine Blood were different. Other than inner power, swordsmanship was more important.
Grandmasters did not necessarily have strong inner energy just because they were older. Every Grandmaster had their own limits. Their bodies were like bottles, and everyone was a bottle of different sizes. Most of the time, they would reach their limits after they were over a hundred years old. Some of them were around two hundred years old. After that, they would need to calm down and pursue purity in order to break through their limits.
Swordsmanship was different from inner energy cultivation. There was no end to it, and the more one was trained, the more powerful it would be. Therefore, it was difficult for a disciple of the Sword Moon Sect to be as talented as Wei Wuwei, who could suppress the elders at such a young age.
Although Master Cheng's swordsmanship was not the best in the sect, it was already in the top ten. No matter how powerful Chu Li was, he would not be able to escape!
Cheng Huiye slowly said, "Let's go."
"Elder, are you really going to do it?" The purple-robed middle-aged man sighed and said, "You're giving him too much credit."
"If we don't give him some credit, who knows how many disciples will suffer." Cheng Huiye shook his head and slowly walked out of the basilica. Outside, the purple-robed young man was standing with his head lowered, motionless like a statue.
Cheng Huiye took a step forward and suddenly disappeared.
The purple-robed middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "Go and collect your Master's Senior Jin's corpse and settle it down properly."
"Yes," the purple-robed young man hurriedly said.
The purple-robed middle-aged man left like a stream of light and disappeared in an instant.
When he came to a pagoda, Chu Li and Cheng Huiye were already fighting.
The sword light was like lightning, enveloping the two of them. He squinted his eyes and sized up Chu Li, his expression becoming more and more unpleasant.
Chu Li's swordsmanship did not seem to be fast. Every sword move was clear, but it was slow against fast. Even if Cheng Huiye was as fast as lightning and every move was fatal, Chu Li still steadily defended himself and was not restrained at all.
In terms of swordsmanship, the two of them were actually evenly matched, and Chu Li was not at a disadvantage at all.
If he went up, he would definitely not be Chu Li's opponent!
How did Chu Li have such a profound swordsmanship at such a young age?!
Chu Li swung his sword calmly, his expression calm.
He felt unprecedentedly wonderful. Under Cheng Huiye's coercion, all his sword techniques gradually fused together as if the conditions were right, and they were executed with ease. Every single sword technique looked ordinary, yet they were extremely exquisite, and they just happened to be able to restrain Cheng Huiye's sword light that was like lightning.
This Cheng Huiye was extremely powerful. His inner energy was rich and unending, and his sword energy filled the air, making him feel as if he was in an ocean of sword energy that was everywhere and impossible to defend against.
Chu Li, on the other hand, was able to break through the force skillfully. He kept changing the heart technique of his sword technique. It could be the Divine Light Technique, the Cloud Slashing Power, the Earth Matrix and Reincarnation Scripture, or even the Heavenly Demonic Power.
Under such changes, the layers of sword energy were disrupted and no longer posed a threat to him.
Chu Li's speed of wielding his sword gradually increased. The effects of consuming the Wind Speed Pill were starting to show. His speed of wielding his sword was much faster than an ordinary person's.
The two of them fought faster and faster. Sword light rose sharply, forming a layer of cold air that enveloped the surroundings. Cheng Huiye's spirit was focused. There was no other thought in his mind except for faster, faster, faster, and faster.
"Get it!" Chu Li shouted, and a blade shot out from his left hand.
The distance was extremely close and the speed was extremely fast. It was impossible to guard against it.
"Ding!" Cheng Huiye hurriedly raised his sword to block.
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