However, there was no surprise on Wu'ai's face.
He looked at his chest with a little confused and drooping his head in horror.
The flowing true energy relieved his pain, but a wound of flesh rolling on his skin appeared on his skin.
The method he practiced was to reach the seventh grade, which was steel and iron bones. The body-protecting true energy was extremely powerful. Even the arrows shot from an ordinary strong bow were difficult to truly penetrate the flesh. However, the young man held an ordinary hatchet, and the thick blade of the blade was pulled out a terrifying bloody mouth for him with the ability of the true energy.
"Good knife!"
The boy's eyes fell on the blood-red scimitar in his hand. He smiled at Wu'ai, revealing his bloody teeth, like a wolf biting his prey, "Try taking me with another sword."
Wu'er was inexplicably shocked by his momentum, took a step back and hit the thick wall behind him.
At this age, the seventh level of cultivation?
What if I take my sword again, it is clearly a knife!
Still put the broken hatchet!
This thought just came to Wu'ai's mind, and Gu Liubai had already jumped up.
The hatchet in his hand pointed to the top of the hall, as if he was about to poke a hole in the hall!
What move does this work?
Wu'e felt that any fancy moves were a burden in life and death battles, but in the next moment, the hatchet in Gu Liubai's hand seemed to disappear.
It turned into a thunder!
It was like a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared behind a big wave on the river surface, and then suddenly disappeared as the huge wave fell.
boom!
Wu'er's true energy exploded again!
His whole body shone like a bronze Buddha, and it swept out obliquely against the wall.
Puff puff puff...
Seven or eight knife marks appeared on the wall beside him.
He clearly saw the boy jumping high, but when the other party waved his sword and slashed him, he couldn't even take the time to shoot!
How could it be so fast?
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Two windows exploded at this time, and two practitioners wearing earth-yellow cassocks rushed in.
Wu'ai's body fell slightly, and a clear whistle came from his mouth.
The blood-colored scimitar in his hand lifted from bottom to top, turning into a rising crescent moon.
However, at the moment of the knife being fired, he found that the young man was not affected by the two practitioners at all. The hatchet in his hand, driven by the true energy, accelerated again and slashed towards his throat!
Wu Ai clearly realized that even if his sword could break a huge wound on the other party’s waist and abdomen, the sword would be enough to move his head!
The blood-red crescent moon turned sharply, blocking the hatchet.
The hatchet and the blood-colored scimitar contacted, and a ball of sparks splashed in an instant.
However, the moment Wu'ai's scimitar exerted force, the hatchet suddenly lost its power like a wave and lay down.
Wu'ai's chest hurt again.
Even though his body was gushing out of his true energy at this time, his skin and flesh were as tough as armor, but in the light of his eyes, the hatchet that was soft and weak, and the blade seemed to collapse at any time, dragged a larger bloody mouth in his chest!
"How is that possible!"
As soon as two practitioners from the Headless Bodhisattva Temple rushed in, they saw Wuai being cut off. The two of them were chilling in their hearts, and they felt that this was not a battle they could intervene.
Wuai was angry and anxious, and couldn't even scream.
Because at this time the hatchet had cut into his abdomen, the distance was so close and the speed made him tremble all over.
The young man arched his body slightly, and the back of his head and even his entire back seemed to be exposed to his scimitar. The scimitar in his hand seemed to be able to cut the young man into two pieces as long as he cut his strength. However, at this time he had no confidence.
He didn't even feel that he could lose both sides.
boom!
The golden light burst under his feet.
It was like countless tiny golden snakes rushing out from the soles of his feet and drilling into the ground.
His whole body slid up against the wall strangely, like a huge python.
A shallow knife mark appeared on the wall.
"What are you waiting for!"
It was not until this time that Wu Ai had time to yell.
"Oh, then don't wait." Gu Liubai said.
The two practitioners of the Headless Bodhisattva Temple who were originally ready to rush over were stunned.
Dong!
Gu Liubai suddenly hit the wall.
Wu'ai's slash from top to bottom and slashed at his forehead instantly fell into nothing.
At the same time, two streams of true energy exploded along the wall. Wu'ai, who was originally close to the wall and was still rushing upward, shook down from the wall.
Wu'ai seemed to know that Gu Liubai would do this, and a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The blood-scissor in his hand suddenly broke, tangenting towards Gu Liubai's back neck like electricity.
However, at this moment, countless fine needles suddenly exploded in the two wounds on his body, and it seemed like two invisible palms spreading his wound out.
"His true qi method is so strange. Can true qi stay in my flesh and blood, and then suddenly penetrate into my flesh and blood and meridians?"
Wu'ai's entire body twitched, and the knife light in his hand swayed slightly in an instant. At the same time, his lower body was in severe pain again.
The roots of descendants have separated from his body and fell down.
His mind was about to break!
The method he practiced reached the seventh grade, and the strongest magic was steel and iron bones, and his body was not afraid of ordinary weapons. Therefore, the army in Youzhou had no way to take the Headless Bodhisattva Temple.
But since the war started, his true energy has no effect of protecting the body.
The young man's true qi cultivation seems to be slightly weaker than himself. It is obvious that his practice time is far less than that of himself, but this young man is the real seventh grade!
His true energy is obviously not powerful enough, and his degree of condensation and strength are far less than that of himself, but his true energy is continuous, and he is still stuck in the other party's flesh and blood, and he suddenly plots!
What method is this?
When did such a method exist in the world of practice?
He has never heard of such a strange method in any practice!
Moreover, the boy didn't seem to be talking nonsense. Although he was holding a knot, he seemed to be walking with a sword move.
And this seems to be the secret sword of Canglang Sword Sect!
This sword technique is much more brilliant than his sword technique!
How could a young man suddenly emerge here who used the secret of Canglang Sword Sect not to be passed on, and it was a seventh-grade rank!
Shocked and puzzled even suppressed his fear and anger at this time.
Gu Liubai suddenly laughed.
The hatchet in my hand no longer feels unfamiliar.
Its length, its weight, and the limits that the blade can withstand, seem to have become part of his consciousness.
The battle with Heishawa, the battle with Gesang, the sword that killed Fanchen, and then climbing the cliff with a hatchet, although Yin Shiniang and Luang Po seemed to be just a little training, he had already ushered in a real transformation!
Yin Shiniang didn't like to talk a lot, and Luang Po didn't speak at all, but the two were truly wise teachers.
He now not only has enough confidence to easily defeat the seventh-level practitioner who has been severely injured by him. He even felt that if he faced a practitioner like Gesang in his current state, he would no longer have to pay the price of breaking his hands.
He put away his knife and swept three feet back.
"Your people who go to the black village have been solved." He looked at Wu'er, who was shocked, and said, "If you honestly answer some questions, I can make you die a little more happily."
"What!"
At this time, there were already voices outside the hall, and four or five cultivators had already stood at the door. When they suddenly heard Gu Liubai's words, everyone was shocked, and there was no one who dared to step into the hall.
Ordinary people may not know what the seventh-level practitioner is, but as long as they step into the threshold of a practitioner, they will definitely know how powerful the seventh-level practitioner means.
In their eyes, Wuai was like a god and a Buddha.
However, now, Wu'ai was killed several times, and even that thing was cut.
"I don't believe that you can kill all of us alone!" Wu'ai felt angry at this time and he roared.
"The same is true for Fan Chen from the Heihu Village."
Gu Liubai waved the hatchet in his hand and said coldly, "But he can't even stop me."
"Is it the noble man from Chang'an who asked you to come?" Wu'ai's face was extremely pale. He barely stopped his blood with his true energy.
Gu Liubai thought about it and asked seriously: "Then do you think there is any other possibility?"
Wuai felt that there was absolutely no other possibility.
The layout of a big man often only leads to a collapsed situation when another big man enters the market.
Here, he is like a local emperor.
But in front of those real big shots, he was not even as good as a dog.
"Where did the martial arts you taught them come from?" Gu Liubai shook his hatchet casually and asked at Wu'ai.
Wu'e's face changed, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I want to live."
Gu Liubai said calmly: "As long as you stand on my side, the nobles of Chang'an will allow you to survive."
All the women in the hall were already surrounded by a pile, covering their bodies with broken brocade cloth as much as possible. But at this time, when Gu Liubai said that the nobles of Chang'an would allow Wu Ai to survive, their eyes suddenly felt deeper despair.
"A seventh-grade practitioner is valuable in the eyes of any noble man in Chang'an." Gu Liubai added calmly.
He spoke extremely righteously.
He did not lie. The seventh-grade practitioners are indeed fragrant buns. Those nobles in Chang'an are going to rush to use them, but he is not the nobles in Chang'an. The nobles in Chang'an can tolerate Wu'ai's life and have nothing to do with whether he is chopping Wu'ai today.
No one will die tonight.
...
This is definitely the reason! I am a seventh-grade monk and fragrant steamed bun!
Wu'e was hesitating, but when he heard this, hope suddenly rose in his eyes and said directly: "I tell you, my martial arts were also taught by a noble man from Chang'an."
Gu Liubai frowned slightly, "What kind of noble man?"
Wu'ai shook his head and said, "I don't know his name, and I haven't even seen his true face."
Gu Liubai looked at him with some disgust and said in a cold voice: "If you just want to be so hurt like this, chat with me slowly for a night, and I can chat with you slowly."
Wuai was stunned, but the more disgusted Gu Liubai looked, the more he felt that he might survive. So he quickly said, "I committed a crime and was locked in the prison of Wannian County. When I was about to die of illness, I was dragged out and threw it into a wasteland. There was a carriage there. The nobleman inside told me some methods of practice. I followed the practice and survived. Later, although this nobleman met me several times, he sat in the carriage, but the voice sounded like a middle-aged man. Later, I was ordered to leave Chang'an and never saw this nobleman again. But he would contact me through letters."
Chapter completed!