Chapter 503 Fierce Battle (Part 2)

"Then there is nothing to say, just kill." Lu Yurong said.

Chu Li said: "Let me ask a few words before killing."

"Quickly ask, so as not to cause complications." Lu Yurong said.

He was afraid that the other party still had a helping hand, and it would be more troublesome if it was delayed for a long time. Don't be chased and killed instead, it would be too annoying.

The two floated down the treetops.

The three people in the kiosk noticed something was wrong, put down their dry food and dried meat, and looked over here.

Chu Li and Lu Yurong floated down to the steps of the small pavilion, looking at the three of them.

"Who are you?" The chubby middle-aged man stood up, clasped his fists, and said in a deep voice, "If you are friends on the same road, you can sit down and chat together!"

Chu Li shook his head: "We are not fellow travelers,... You killed Zhou Yuanwailang, right?"

"You are from the Secret Guard Mansion!" The chubby middle-aged man smiled.

The other two also smiled, and they were going to die again!

Another handsome middle-aged man also stood up, while the young man in Confucian shirts was still sitting firmly, with great style.

The handsome middle-aged man chuckled and said, "I really can't underestimate the Secret Guard Mansion. One wave after another, it finally becomes more interesting!"

"You injured the previous three people?" Chu Li asked.

"Those three guys are too useless." The handsome middle-aged man said with a smile: "The skill of escaping is excellent, we don't bother to chase, otherwise, who will tip off the news and come here to die?"

"Have you obtained the lower part of the Great Light Sutra from the Holy Sect of Light?" Chu Li said.

The faces of the three changed slightly.

They looked at each other, their expressions became serious.

This is a foolproof strategy, enough to confuse everyone, but unexpectedly it was seen through!

The middle-aged Junyi shook his head and sighed: "You really want to die, why do you need to say it! ... Who knows?"

Chu Li said: "Don't worry, it's just the two of us!"

"Hey..., such a beautiful woman who looks like a flower like a jade!" The handsome middle-aged man looked at Lu Yurong, his eyes lit up, and he shook his head: "It's the time to be like a flower, what a pity! What a pity!"

"Old He!" said the Confucian shirt youth in a deep voice.

"Understood!" Junyi middle-aged nodded: "I won't delay the business, just talk, I should kill or I have to kill!"

Chu Li said: "Is there another way of walking with the Great Light Sutra?"

"You know a lot!" Junyi middle-aged man laughed, "The more you know, the faster you die!"

Chu Li said calmly, "Where are they?"

Junyi middle-aged man smiled and looked at him: "Why, want to get the Great Light Sutra?...Boy, it's too late. The Great Light Sutra has returned to the Holy Cult. The revival of my Holy Cult is just around the corner, but you won't be able to see it!"

Lu Yurong snorted, "I don't think it's possible to go back?"

The middle-aged Junyi smiled and said, "What do you think, Miss?"

Lu Yurong said: "You should still be on the way, otherwise you don't have to stay, just run away!"

"Hehe..." The middle-aged Junyi shook his head and said: "You are clever but you are mistaken by cleverness. We stayed here not to attract attention, but for fun. We will meet the masters of the Secret Guard Mansion for a while. I am very disappointed. These idiots are still famous. Secret Guard Palace?"

Lu Yurong glanced at Chu Li.

Chu Li coughed lightly and said, "Let's send you on your way!"

He turned to Lu Yurong and said, "They don't know the whereabouts of the Great Light Sutra either."

"Fart." The middle-aged Junyi snorted, "Of course we know, come on, come and die!...I don't want to do anything to that flowery beauty, old grandson, come on!"

"...Leave it to me!" The chubby middle-aged man nodded slowly.

Chu Li said in a deep voice, "Why did you kill Zhou Yuanwailang?"

"Because he knows what he shouldn't know!" Junyi middle-aged snorted.

"Okay, old He, stop talking nonsense!" the young man in Confucian shirt said lightly.

Although his articulate words were not clear, there was a majesty of his own, which made the two middle-aged people obey: "Yes!"

They rushed towards Chu Li and Lu Yurong.

Chu Li was about to take the opportunity to sharpen Shura's palm.

He greeted Junyi middle-aged man like a ghost, Junyi middle-aged man punched halfway, Shura Palm had already arrived, so he had to change his move halfway to meet Shura Palm.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the middle-aged Junyi staggered back two steps.

His face flushed and he glared at Chu Li.

Chu Li's physical body was strong, and Shura's palm was extremely pure, and it was extremely yin to cold. The combination of the two was amazingly powerful, and the handsome middle-aged man couldn't even catch a palm, and took two steps back.

The young man in Confucian shirts has been sitting steadily, seeing this, he just frowned: "Old He, don't be careless!"

"Yes!" Junyi middle-aged said in a deep voice.

His face turned red, and the momentum around him suddenly surged like a huge wave, and he cast a secret technique.

Chu Li didn't use the Heavenly Demon Art, but only greeted him with the Asura Palm.

Junyi's middle-aged figure had lost a little weight, his strength was extraordinary, and his speed was extremely fast. He immediately suppressed Chu Li, forcing Chu Li to retreat step by step, away from the small pavilion.

Chu Li was neither in a hurry nor impatient, fighting while retreating, only focusing on Shura Palm.

This is a good opportunity to practice Shura Palm. Under the pressure, Shura Palm advances by leaps and bounds, and the retreat at the beginning is slowly stabilized.

He contemplated Lu Yurong with a big round mirror.

Lu Yurong beat the chubby middle-aged man and gained the upper hand.

The middle-aged man with a round face had already used the secret technique, but Lu Yurong didn't use the secret technique. Even so, he couldn't hold back Lu Yurong, and was forced by Lu Yurong to retreat steadily, and he was about to retreat to the young man in Confucian shirt.

The young man in Confucian shirt frowned and stared at Lu Yurong.

They originally thought that the Great Season's Secret Guard Mansion was nothing more than that, and there were no top experts.

Of the three people who came earlier, one was a top expert, and the other two were really ordinary. They were quickly beaten until they vomited blood and were almost crippled.

The man and woman in front of him are even younger than himself, but their martial arts are so powerful, as expected, Daji Wulin still cannot be underestimated.

"Bang!" The young man in the Confucian shirt suddenly slapped out his palm, and it bounced away a few inches away from Lu Yurong's jade palm, and the two of them each took a step back.

"Something!" Lu Yurong said coldly.

Without the palm of the Confucian shirt youth, the round-faced middle-aged man was killed by Lu Yurong's palm.

This Confucian shirt young man's palm strength is abnormally thick and extremely exquisite, he can be called a top master.

"Come again!" Lu Yurong appeared behind the round-faced middle-aged man, and was about to end him.

"Bang bang bang bang..." The young man in Confucian shirts stood in front of her again, and the two palms clashed non-stop, from inside the kiosk to outside the kiosk.

Chu Li took a look, and continued to hone Shura Palm.

The youth in Confucian shirts is the branch leader of the Guangming Sacred Cult, and he is at the top of his cultivation at a young age.

After a few palms, Lu Yurong's face suddenly became crystal clear.

A ray of brilliance from the sky fell on her body, and her body quickly absorbed it, her face and skin turned into warm white jade, her eyes gradually became cold, without joy, anger, clothes, and joy, and she looked down on the life in the world.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the young man in Confucian shirt was slapped on the chest and flew out.

He sprayed a bloody arrow in the air, and then his face turned red, and his Confucian shirt fluttered like in a strong wind.

When he was about to fall, he paused.

As if a rope pulled him violently, he suddenly turned back and swooped towards Lu Yurong like an eagle.

"Bang!" Lu Yurong and the young man in Confucian shirt exchanged palms again, and they backed up at the same time.

Both of them used secret techniques to draw again.

The middle-aged man with a round face rushed towards Chu Li.