That posture looks more like a butcher than a monk.

"I wonder how Senior Brother Zhengtu managed to avoid killing. Can you please clarify my doubts for Junior Brother?"

If you were chopped down by that thing, you would have to have a long lifeline to survive.

Jiang Li still felt a little inconsistent looking at the bloody weapon, so he asked.

The monk who kept the precepts opened his big mouth, made a standard "Oliji" smile, then raised his hand and threw the big knife in his hand.

The broadsword on the door panel fell on the corner of the ring, and the all-metal handle was inserted directly into the ground, leaving only the wide blade with a height of 1.8 meters standing there.

Then there were three more metal trembling sounds, and three other big knives were also thrown out.

Four broadswords were placed in different directions of the arena, with the blades pointing inward, surrounding the two people standing opposite each other.

"Well, it's okay to tell the junior brother, because the sword is not in the poor monk's hand, and the poor monk never wields the sword. The monks who fought with the poor monk all committed suicide by hitting the blade themselves."

"As for why they are so enlightened, junior brother will soon know."

Ollie's smile disappeared in an instant, but his burly figure still exploded with terrifying speed.

In just the next second, a cruel smile appeared in front of Jiang Li, and then a hand full of grooves pushed towards his chest.

Judging from the direction of his push, it was to push Jiang Li behind the big knife, causing him to hit it and be cut in half.

Jiang Li was speechless at this forced enlightenment.

The strong rhetoric and double standards of Buddhism are truly speechless.

As soon as he dodged the big hand, Jiang Li turned behind the opponent, raised his hand and pushed forward.

Immediately, the opponent's already slow momentum was accelerated to a point where it was difficult to brake.

Zheng Tu's control of his own speed was obviously far inferior to Jiang Li's.

After being pushed from behind, his burly body couldn't stop the car at all, and it crashed straight into the blade.

Phew!

The blood of the physical cultivator splashed into the sky, and the opponent's chest directly hit the blade whose length was close to his height.

The broad sword was still very sharp, easily breaking through the body's skin. The blade was deeply embedded in it, and hot blood gushed out, dyeing the broad blade bright red.

"That's what you do to help people achieve enlightenment, right? Brother Zhengtu, you're right. This feeling of not killing really makes me feel a lot calmer."

"After all, it was you who bumped into me, senior brother, right?"

Jiang Li was smiling, as if he really understood some philosophy and was quite enlightened.

When the monk Zheng Tu heard this, he didn't dare to breathe or speak, because the blade was still embedded in his body, and even the smallest movement would cause his injuries to become more serious.

puff!

Another large amount of blood spurted out from his body.

This guy already had multiple open wounds in his chest and abdominal cavity, and even a small incision was made in his bladder.

But even this kind of injury seems to be just that for a physical practitioner, not enough to defeat him.

Holding the blade between his two hands, one on the left and the other on the right, he managed to pull himself out of the blade.

An uninterrupted blood line from top to bottom seemed to split the opponent in half, but the burly figure still did not fall.

Jiang Li gave him a thumbs up, this guy is a ruthless person.

The muscles at the cut surface of the wound tightened one after another, and he just squeezed to block the long and narrow wound, stopping the bleeding and still barely being able to fight.

"Come again! The poor monk was just careless!"

Zheng Tu raised his head and looked at Jiang Li, intending to use the majesty of the Angry-Eye King Kong to regain his position.

But the next moment, Jiang Li's hand appeared on his chest and pushed forward gently.

The back of the monk who was guarding Tu was hit by a huge blade again. The sharp blade penetrated seven points into the bone!

If it were any deeper, this guy would have been split into two halves on the spot.

"Is this... the end?"

"The monk who keeps the precepts was defeated so quickly. How is this possible?"

"First of all, isn't he... seriously injured?"

When a large number of monks at the foot of the mountain saw such a magical battle, there was an uproar and they couldn't understand it at all.

With Jiang Li's current speed, it was very rare for a monk in the foundation-building stage to catch a shadow. Most of the ordinary monks watching the battle at the foot of the mountain didn't even see what he did.

They only saw that the monk who had a reputation for being fierce in the competition had accidentally hit his own sword, and then lost the ability to fight again after just two blows, and was defeated cleanly.

In this strange battle situation, some people even think that Monk Zhengtu killed too many people with the "no killing" method before, so he was now controlled by his inner demons and actually committed suicide.

The look of defeat was just like those of the monks he had defeated before, it was extremely brutal, and the horrific wounds could make one's scalp numb just by looking at them.

After leaving the arena, Jiang Li continued to climb the stairs.

Not long after he left, another monk and a ring appeared in front of him.
Chapter completed!