Li Zhujiu noticed that the white-clothed monk's sword energy was weakening, and said with a smile: "You might as well surrender."
The white-clothed monk gritted his teeth and said, "The sword cultivators in Baidi City have no intention of surrendering."
"I don't believe it."
Li Zhujiu snorted, and the Flying Sword of Mind in his hand disappeared at some point, replaced by a curved long bow that transformed into sword energy.
"Just a moment, very quickly."
A skylark landed on the bowstring, and as the arrow was shot, the skylark cried loudly.
When the white-robed swordsman saw the skylark crowing, his expression changed a little.
This move was something the three of them had seen before when they were fighting with Li Zhujiu. It was very fast.
While I was thinking briefly, the skylark was already approaching.
The strong wind of sword energy swept up the surroundings, and the faint sword light spilled out from the skylark's wings. The clouds and mist spread, and a long strangulation began.
Lin Yanli raised his head and watched as the figure in the sky turned into an arc and fell into the river. The innocent flying sword quickly ejected, and after some somersaults in the air, he plunged into the water and fished up the monk in white.
Lin Yanli walked to the river and carried the monk in white to Zhao Beixing. After checking the man's injuries, he sealed their Dantian with spiritual treasures and tied them up with immortal ropes.
Although Li Zhujiu's sword was fierce, he still had a few points left, otherwise such a small body would really not be able to withstand Li Zhujiu's swords.
Lin Yanli thought of the huge sky-swallowing whale that Li Zhujiu shot out on the sea that day, and felt a little more in awe of the sword control skills.
He is worthy of being the number one member of the younger generation in Mutian City. His sword control skills are so impressive that his scalp is numb!
Lin Yanli looked at the black monk wrapped in a golden bell in the distance and made a gesture towards Li Zhujiu.
Li Zhujiu nodded immediately, and his body fell freely. The moment it touched the ground, he immediately flew low against the grass.
Lin Yanli seized the moment and raised his right hand. The big clock that was struck by the monk in black jumped up instantly, revealing a gap.
The black-clothed swordsman reappears, but what awaits him is Li Zhujiu's horizontal sword strike.
The flying sword of the mind came into contact with the protective aura, and a sharp and sharp sound was heard immediately.
The black-clothed sword cultivator seemed to have cast some secret technique, and his eyes turned red.
A bloodstain suddenly opened between his eyebrows, blood flowed from it, and a golden eye squeezed out from the bloodstain, looking very evil.
woc, Erlangshen!
Lin Yanli stood there blankly, her mind wandering to nowhere.
"We don't want to use this secret method, you are the one who forced me."
The swordsman in black looked extremely aggrieved. He flew up into the air on his toes, dug his left hand into the edge of the golden bell, and smashed the golden bell to Li Zhujiu who was on the ground.
Li Zhujiu ducked to the side, his mind moved slightly, and wisps of sword energy fell from the clouds at extremely fast speeds, intertwining back and forth in the air with a blurred trajectory.
The sword cultivator in black looked up at the sword light, twisted his body several times, and managed to escape with great difficulty every time.
"The reason why the grid number is so high is because of the eyes." Lin Yanli guessed the origin of the eyes between the eyebrows of the swordsman in black.
The psychic ability is not unique to Jiang Wanli. Many monks have it. It is not surprising to see it here.
"It won't take him long, grab his head and rip it off!"
Lin Yanli called out to Li Zhujiu.
If we were to rank people who are familiar with the psychic ability in this world, she, Lin Yanli, would definitely be in the top ten.
She has been born in two lifetimes, and her mental strength is much higher than that of her peers. In addition, there is Jiang Wanli living in the sea of consciousness, so she can use her mind and eyes like a fish in water, and she can do it easily!
However, the speed at which the inner and outer vision consumes mental energy is terrifying. With Jiang Wanli's help, Lin Yanli can't hold on for too long. How long can this little third-level monk in Baidi City hold out?
As expected, Li Zhujiu drew his sword faster and faster, and the swordsman in black was dazzled. Finally, he couldn't bear the exhaustion of his mental power, fell to the ground, and passed out.
"Huh, the sword cultivator in Baidi City still has two brushes. He is not just in vain."
Li Zhujiu exhaled a breath of turbid air, patted the dust on his hands, held the black-clothed sword cultivator's collar, and slowly came to Lin Yanli.
Lin Yanli looked at the miserable three people and asked curiously: "Why did the three of them make Xiaozhujiu unhappy?"
Li Zhujiu sat cross-legged and said a little unhappy: "At that time, I was looking for you all over the mountains and plains, and I happened to meet the three of them. I asked them for directions, but the three of them pulled me and ignored me. I couldn't talk, so I had to
Let’s fight with swords.”
"After they lost the battle, they pointed me to a crooked path and made me wander around the mountain col for most of the day. Are you angry or not?"
Lin Yanli smiled, spread out her hands and fingers, held Li Zhujiu's cheek, rubbed it gently and said, "It really deserves a beating."
Li Zhujiu reached out and patted off Lin Yanli's hands, picked up a handful of water from the river and washed his dirty face.
Lin Yanli came up and rubbed her cheek against Li Zhujiu's neck. She chuckled when she smelled the faint fragrance of Li Zhujiu.
"Humph." Li Zhujiu snorted coldly, picked up a handful of water and washed his neck.
Lin Yanli's eyebrows arched, and she put her arms around Li Zhujiu, burying his face in her shoulder and sniffing around. Sometimes he rubbed Li Zhujiu's slender and soft waist, and sometimes he pressed against Li Zhujiu's smooth and plump forehead.
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"It's so dirty..."
Li Zhujiu pushed Lin Yanli's head in disgust.
"Short of heart."
No!
Lin Yanli was covered in messes, either blood or sweat, and the "black mud" on her arms could be rubbed into a pill. It was so ugly to see Lin Yanli rubbing all over her body like this!
After a long time, Qin Kunyu saw that the river had calmed down for a while, and returned with a green umbrella in his arms. After seeing Li Zhujiu's figure, his heart that had been hanging around relaxed.
Li Zhujiu took out two pills from his storage bag and took them, then meditated on the spot to restore his spiritual energy. Qin Kunyu stood by and observed the surrounding situation vigilantly.
Lin Yanli also consumed a lot of spiritual energy, but it was better than Li Zhujiu. After putting the victory items from the previous battle into her storage bag, she began to look at Zhao Beixing.
The three sword cultivators in Baidi City are very powerful, especially this female sword cultivator, who even blocked her flying sword magical power of the Reunion Flying Sword. I just didn’t know that the three of them were among the young sword cultivators in Baidi City.
What position?
Lin Yanli was lost in thought when she suddenly heard a faint sound of breaking wind. She raised her head and saw the peach wood token on Zhao Beixing's waist flashing with spiritual light, and a sword energy went straight to Li Zhujiu's throat.
Is there any backup plan?
Lin Yanli was startled, and drew out his sword to block him. The sword light collided like a mud cow entering the sea, and was immediately consumed by the opponent's sword energy.
"Who hurt my disciple?"
A vicissitudes of voice came.
It's Daxiu who is drawing the sword!
Lin Yanli immediately took out the calligraphy and painting that Bai Qing gave her from her storage bag. A huge river surged through the air, rolling up thousands of huge waves.
Li Zhujiu opened his eyes, a flash of light flashed between his eyebrows, and a shadow stood in front of Li Zhujiu.
The figure raised his hand a little, and the sword energy that was flying towards him collapsed and disintegrated.
"I am Yao Zhan of Baidi City. Who is the one who draws the sword?"
The vicissitudes of voice came again, and the tall figure in front of Li Zhujiu spoke calmly.