Chapter 737 Anti-Killing (Fourth Update)

He had never thought about it.

In his opinion, there are only two possibilities for the heir to the throne, either King Jing or him.

Chu Li's words opened a door for him.

Although absurd, there are so many absurd things in the world, and the strong can often turn the impossible into possible.

If King An's son succeeds to the throne, the throne is unstable and needs to be guarded by someone. If he wants to prevent King Jing from becoming king, and prevent these uncles from kicking him out, he will become the God of Zhenhai.

This idea only turned in his mind for a while, and then disappeared. The current form is most beneficial to King Jing, and it is out of reach for King An's son to inherit the throne.

"Have you ever thought about why these ten Asuras are dispatched?" Chu Li asked, "Could it be a sign that Da Li is going south?"

"Well, it's very possible." King Ping nodded.

Chu Li nodded: "They dampened the morale of the army first, and they can save a lot of energy when they come in a large group. As far as I know, the continuous increase of Dali's military strength is really not the blessing of Daji!"

"Just wait for them to come!" Ping Wang snorted.

Chu Li said: "My lord, be careful of the assassination by martial arts masters. The Holy Cult of Guangming is becoming more and more rampant now. If you dare to attack the Duke's Mansion, you can do anything!"

He understands King Ping's intention of seeking a war. Only when the great war comes, King Ping can show his value and be more stable.

If Da Li was weak, there would be no need for him to exist as a commander. I am afraid that he would have been recalled to the capital of God long ago, relieved of his military power to support his old age!

King Ping nodded: "This king will be careful and guard against them all the time."

Chu Li didn't say any more, a reminder was enough, but if he said too much, he would offend King Ping.

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Chu Li drove a carriage and walked slowly on the road.

The carriage was outdated, weathered for a long time, and it felt like it was about to fall apart.

It has been two days since he left the Xijiang military camp. This carriage was a gift from the Xijiang army, and it carried ten Asuras. According to King Yiping, they are not worthy of a good carriage.

He intends to send these ten Asuras to Ziyun Mountain. Ziyun Mountain has received the news and sent his disciples to come here.

He stopped the carriage suddenly and smiled.

Sure enough, the Guangming Sacred Cult did not give up on these Asuras, and sent people to rescue them. If they knew their route, there were still traitors in the Western Frontier Army.

The traitor is unavoidable, unless he can go to every place in the Xijiang military camp and see the minds of every soldier. If he wants to see the 100,000 army, he will be exhausted, and he will definitely not exert such effort.

He drove the carriage to a forest beside the road, put on the reins and then disappeared suddenly, appearing in front of four middle-aged men, without saying a word, he swung his sword and stabbed.

The seven moves of the Excalibur combined with the Jueyun swordsmanship, the power was tyrannical, when the Heavenly Demon Orb fell to the heart, the power was instantly boundless, making the sword a little faster, and it instantly pierced a middle-aged man's throat.

The middle-aged man retreated sharply, but he couldn't outrun Chu Li's sword.

"Chi!" A sword pierced his throat.

"Old Pang!"

"Brother Pang!"

"Brother Pang!"

The other three middle-aged roared and rushed towards Chu Li.

Chu Li disappeared in a flash, appeared behind another tall middle-aged man, and stabbed out with another sword.

"Ding..." A knife was blocked in front of the sword, and the middle-aged man blocked the knife in front of his throat, staggering and taking a step back.

The other two punched Chu Li at the same time, while the other threw a sword.

The cultivation of these four people is extremely high, and they came here to deal with Chu Li, so they naturally have a chance of winning.

They didn't expect Chu Li's martial arts to be so weird. After performing the secret, he suddenly appeared and attacked one person, turning four into three.

Chu Li suddenly disappeared.

The Heavenly Demon Orb condensed in his heart again, and he sat cross-legged on a tree, and the Vientiane Guizong and Dayuan Jingzhi were running at the same time, observing the three people five miles away.

Seeing Chu Li disappear, they quickly turned around and came back to save Pang Zhongnian.

After taking the elixir, the breath of the middle-aged man surnamed Pang stabilized.

His face was pale and gloomy, he was almost killed by a blow, and he had no power to resist this sword, which made him feel ashamed and angry while chilling.

"Brother Pang, this guy lives up to his reputation and is very tricky. Let's invite a few more people to come over!" A thin middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "Say you are chasing him, but don't end up chasing us!"

"Exactly!" The round-faced middle-aged man next to him nodded hurriedly.

The middle-aged man surnamed Pang was stabbed in the throat, and the strength of the sword was still lingering in the wound, and he couldn't suppress it all the time. He faintly felt that it was dangerous.

He waved and made a gesture.

"You want us to exercise your kung fu to help you heal your injuries?" the middle-aged man with a round face asked hurriedly.

The middle-aged man surnamed Pang nodded.

"Junior Brother Pang, I'll help you!" The short, fat, middle-aged man said in a deep voice, and sat behind him, putting his palms on his vest.

The other two middle-aged people stood around, looking around, their whole bodies tensed up, guarding against Chu Li's reappearance.

Chuli Wanxiang Guizong was analyzing their thoughts, looking for flaws, flaws that would kill with one blow.

A moment later, the head of the dumpy middle-aged man was steaming white.

The other two middle-aged people were even more tense and vigilant, for fear that Chu Li would appear.

Chu Li suddenly appeared, pierced the back of the short and fat middle-aged man with a sword, and the tip of the sword appeared from the front of his heart, and then disappeared suddenly.

"Pfft!" The pudgy middle-aged man spat out a cloud of blood mist, which wet the back of the middle-aged man surnamed Pang.

"Pfft!" The middle-aged man surnamed Pang spewed out a blood arrow and fell limply.

Chu Li's sword was firm and precise.

The short, fat, middle-aged man was concentrating on helping his comrades to heal their injuries when he was hit by a sword in the chest, and his breath suddenly became disordered.

The middle-aged man surnamed Pang was at the most critical moment, his breath was disturbed, and his success was on the verge of failure. Under the violent backlash, the sword force instantly pierced his brain, and he was seriously injured and unconscious in an instant.

"Brother Pang! Brother Xie!" The two were taken aback, and hurriedly stood back to back, staring at their surroundings.

"Let's carry one on our back, let's go!" the thin middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

The two carried one person on their backs, and shot out like a swipe of smoke.

Chu Li suddenly appeared, pointing out two fingers silently.

The two questioning fingers floated past like a breeze, and the next moment, Chu Li appeared a hundred meters away from them, standing with his sword in his arms, and stared at them coldly.

The two were immediately vigilant, and the warning signs sounded again and again in their hearts.

"Uh..." They froze suddenly.

Two questioning fingers hit them.

Under Chu Li's intentional misleading, they took the warning sign to Wen Xinzhi as a warning sign to Chu Li, but it was too late to avoid it.

Chu Li stepped in front of them, the sword light flashed, and the two of them fell to the ground clutching their stomachs.

He looked down at the four of them, and said calmly: "You all have life-saving elixir, take it, and I will save your life today!"

After he finished speaking, the sword light flashed twice again, the other two were also stabbed in the abdomen, and their martial arts were useless.

Under the venomous eyes of the three, Chu Li drifted away, feeling happy in his heart.

Wanxiang returned to the sect and improved, and his grasp of the situation became more and more accurate, and he became more and more comfortable in fighting. He did not increase his cultivation, but his strength increased.

After walking three hundred meters, he turned his head and said, "Come out."

Three young men came out of the woods, clasped their fists together and said, "Junior Brother Chu."

Chu Li glanced at them and smiled: "I have seen the three brothers, please come with me."

He had already recognized these three people, the Ziyun Mountain disciples who attacked him, Xu Ting, Geng Huarong, and Chen Fenglei.