The sword was so powerful that it directly chopped off the head of the cultivator in the blue shirt.
The out-of-control qi in the blue-shirted masked practitioner shot blood high for half a day.
"Good method!"
Gu Liubai suddenly saw the trick.
This blue-shirt masked practitioner is obviously a seventh-grade monk, but if the seventh-grade monk strikes the seventh-grade monk, Chen Tu, then the opponent's long sword with full air can't resist it at once. Obviously, if it weren't for Chen Tu's sword that had problems, then there was something special about his method of cooperating with this sword.
"Uncle Chen is amazing!"
Pei Yunqi also clapped his hands desperately, "A seventh-grade cultivator with one knife!"
Chen Tu was immediately extremely satisfied and put his sword in his arms and said proudly: "It's done."
Pei Yunqi immediately asked, "Uncle Chen, what method do you do?"
Chen Tu suddenly smiled and said, "It's insignificant."
Pei Yunqi frowned and said, "This method is called insignificant?"
Chen Tu grinned and said, "No, I mean my method is nothing strange and worth mentioning."
Gu Liubai originally wanted to make him proud, but after hearing what he said, Gu Liubai immediately smiled, "Yes, yes, yes, this method is nothing strange, it is mainly because people are powerful."
Chen Tu immediately grinned his teeth, feeling that the familiar smell was coming again.
Gu Liubai's eyes fell on the body that was still bleeding in his neck again. "The blood that was cut to death was higher than others, and it was amazing."
Chen Tu was about to say Gu Shiwu, can you stop being so yin and yang, but he heard three demonic laughters, and then heard Du Haha's strange scream, "My fork, you're so cruel to cut people, why don't you leave a living?"
Chen Tu smiled embarrassedly and said, "This person only knows how to run away and chase him out of anger. Didn't you leave a living place?"
Du Haha said, "The person I faced was full of hidden weapons, which were all kinds of hidden weapons to me, so that I could not let me get close to me. When the hidden weapons were thrown away, he had nothing in his hands. Before I could go forward, he simply cut off his heart."
Chen Tu frowned, but heard Du Haha continue, "Fortunately Gao Jue left a living mouth."
"Gaojue?" Pei Yun was stunned. The stupid guy who only knew how to play shuttlecock?
Gu Liubai sighed and said quietly: "Uncle Chen is so powerful. Gao Jue knows how to keep a living, but you don't know."
"…!" Chen Tu's lips twitched and counterattacked, "Have you left a living place?"
"I'm not powerful," Gu Liubai said with a smile, "And the person I killed is stronger than the person Uncle Chen killed, how can I keep a living?"
Du Haha stepped forward and pulled Chen Tu, meaning Chen Tu, don’t argue with Gu Liubai, don’t humiliate yourself. At the same time, he asked softly: “Why did you mess with your boss?”
Chen Tu finally came back to his senses, "Damn Gu Shiwu, seeing sex, forgetting his friends, I didn't tell Pei Yun what method this is, he started to die for me!"
Du Haha looked at Chen Tu with some sympathy, and after a while, he couldn't help but say, "Maozi, you may be thinking badly. In fact, even if the boss doesn't help Miss Pei Er, he usually likes Yin and Yang you."
Pei Yunqi was already excited to take the sword with his true energy and it would condense into many bright swords when it was lost.
She followed Gu Liubai to the backyard. As soon as she reached the atrium, she saw the body of the red-clothed cultivator and the sword that fell aside. She immediately became interested again, "Gu Shiwu, is that sword good?"
Gu Liubai was afraid that she would jump over directly, so he shouted: "Stop, stop, stop, that sword is not good, I don't even have the antidote to the poison on it."
"Then forget it." Pei Yunqiu saw the blood flowing under the red-clothed cultivator with strange colors. When she saw Rong Xiu and Duan Ai carefully guarding the side, she immediately stopped, "I'll go and see if there are any good swords behind."
"There is a sword behind it called the Black Mountain Demon Magpie, but it is usually called the Old Crow Sword, and the sword energy it emits is also very unique." Gu Liubai replied, but he had a headache again, "What do you want so many swords to do, you can't even carry it."
"I'll open a sword shop when I'm in Chang'an."
Pei Yun smiled like a flower, "I will open a cultivation center like Yongning Cultivation Office for you, and I will open a sword shop next to you."
Gu Liubai immediately smiled, "That's true that we should make more good swords."
"This...bad guy!"
When Gu Liubai and others arrived at the backyard, Gao Jue, who was holding the broken shuttlecock, looked at the blue-shirted practitioner who was lying softly on the ground with a depressed look on his face, and kept poking and scolding with his fingers.
"Yes, he is a bad guy, I, Pei Yunqi, a good guy!" Pei Yunqi immediately took a piece of silver from his pocket and threw it towards Gao Jue.
Gao Jue stretched out three fingers to pinch the silver. Looking at the bright silver, he was a little confused, "This?"
"Silver! You can buy a lot of shuttlecocks!" Pei Yunqi smiled and said, "I'll ask someone to take you to buy later."
"Silver, so many shuttlecocks!" Gao Jue was immediately happy, looked at Pei Yunqi and said, "You, Pei Yunqi, a good person!"
"Yes, I, Pei Yunqi, a good person!" Pei Yunqi walked forward with a smile, just glanced at the cultivator in the green who was lying on the ground and breathing. She took a breath.
The true energy in the body of the practitioner in blue was still there, but the muscles connected to the joints and joints of his body were lifted up and removed.
Gu Liubai was not very surprised.
As early as in Mingbaipo, when he heard Yin Shiniang and Chen Tu introduce Gao Jue, he felt that this person must not be an ordinary person. Yinshan would not always be carrying a useless fool.
The current situation only confirms his speculation.
When Gu Liubai looked at the practitioner in the blue-clothed clothes, the practitioner in the blue-clothed clothes also saw the boy.
This cultivator in blue could not understand how a young man of this age could be so terrible.
...
Wei Yu was still hiding on the roof of the inn.
Du Haha was sure that there were no assassins attacking in the surrounding streets, but he was still vigilant.
Suddenly, he felt a sound of wind coming from behind.
He rolled subconsciously, but found that an arrow pouch was thrown over.
Thinking of the local archer who was quickly dealt with outside the inn, he immediately understood that the person who threw the arrow bag over was probably a senior beside Gu Ningxi.
Now he knew that no enemy would come, so he got up and bowed to the direction where the arrow pouch was thrown, and then went over and carried the arrow pouch in his hand.
There were only eight arrows in the arrow pouch, but just glanced at the silver-gray runes on the arrow shaft and he took a breath.
Shocking arrow.
These are eight royal weapons!
...
An ordinary carriage parked next to a street less than two miles from the inn.
The coachman on the front of the car and a middle-aged man in the gorgeous clothes inside the carriage were both carefully observing the movements at the inn.
Especially the middle-aged man in the gorgeous clothes in the car car was looking towards the inn through the opened curtains, and at the same time, he quickly recorded it on a small sheepskin roll with a small roll of charcoal.
It was confirmed that the battle over there was over, and that none of the practitioners rushed in came out. The middle-aged man in the gorgeous clothes carefully calculated the time and then recorded it on the small sheepskin roll.
When he coughed lightly, the coachman began to leave in the carriage.
The carriage had just reached the center of the street. The coachman and the middle-aged man in the gorgeous clothes inside the carriage were slightly shocked. A one-armed man appeared more than ten feet in front of the carriage.
The man didn't say anything, just looked at the coachman and the carriage coldly.
"Collide!"
The middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes in the carriage exuded a word in a cold voice.
The coachman didn't say anything, and raised the whip in his hand. With two bangs, a blood mark appeared on the butts of the two horses dragging the carriage.
Two horses neighed in an instant and ran wildly.
The carriage accelerated wildly within a distance of more than ten feet, and the wheels and uneven stone slabs collided wildly. The entire wheels and carriage made heart-wrenching sounds, as if they were about to break.
The one-armed man right in front of the carriage was motionless.
Two tall horses hit him with a bang.
The air waves roll and the dust and smoke fluctuate.
Time seems to be still at this moment.
A layer of golden light appeared on the one-armed man.
The two running horses seemed to hit an iron pillar. They broke in an instant, their heads shattered, and their entire body twisted and stacked in a terrifying posture. The broken flesh and bones penetrated the skin and splashed out.
The one-armed man's body sank slightly, the stone slab under his feet shattered, and his feet pierced into the soil under the stone slab.
But his body was still motionless, not even shaking!
The wheels of the carriage were removed from the ground, the rear of the carriage was raised upwards, and then overturned into the air.
Before this, the carriage driver jumped up from the front of the car.
His toes were on the back of one of the twisted war horses, and then he pulled out the scimitar on his waist extremely fiercely and slashed the one-armed man's neck with a knife.
独臂男子依旧没有动.
The scimitar slashed his neck, and a golden luster flowed from the skin around his neck. His neck was not broken, but the scimitar began to shatter.
马车车夫惊骇欲绝.
Before he could shout, the one-armed man punched him in the chest.
他的后背炸了开来.
Broken internal organs and bones blew up his entire back.
The man in the gorgeous clothes rushed out of the top of the carriage at this time. He passed the carriage driver and a long sword shining with a light yellow light in his hand pierced the one-armed man's eyebrows.
The one-armed man raised his fist up, turned his fist into a palm, and easily grasped the sword.
The true energy in the man in the gorgeous clothes surged wildly. He wanted to turn the long sword and crush the man's palm.
However, he only saw his sword body twisting.
The moment his breathing paused, the one-armed man jumped up and kicked him.
boom!
The man in a gorgeous uniform flew backward like a meteorite and smashed the carriage behind him.
Chapter completed!