When a white-haired man with a sword stood at the door of the inn, the dozen or so warriors guarding the hospital all looked solemn. Wu Junzhi specifically told them that if they encounter a white-haired man, they must kill him with all their strength and leave no room for survival.
The news that a man dressed in white broke into the inn spread quickly throughout Qingqian City. Naturally, the Wu family also received the news. Butler Xu Dezhong rushed over with a large group of people, eager to Let’s take a look at who the hero is. If he can solve the urgent needs of the Wu family, he must be rewarded heavily as a great benefactor!
Such a large inn was quickly surrounded by meddlers, and it was densely packed and crowded. Some who were timid and wanted to join in the fun ran to a restaurant near the inn, picked a location with a better view, and watched from a distance. There were nearly a thousand people in total, all looking at the white-haired man who was about to break into the hospital.
The atmosphere was tense and an arrow was on the string.
The man in white clothes took a step forward and put his right hand on the scabbard.
A guard warrior also took a step forward. He was determined to be the leader with unlimited fame. He smiled and said: "You are very brave if you dare to steal my master's playthings."
Without any warning, the Lu River suddenly exploded.
After the earth-shattering sound, all the spectators present were silent.
The burly man who had smiled provocatively before was nailed into the stone wall with a blunt knife, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
The body in white clothes exuded not only coldness, but also a vague aura of hostility.
"Are you coming one by one? Or together?"
The arrogance continues.
The door of the inn creaked, as if the ground was shaking slightly, and a man wearing a golden crown slowly walked out, expressionlessly looking at the man in white clothes and white hair from afar.
The crowd immediately made a huge noise, this is the third biggest dude in the world!
"Go together."
The cold command sounded, and more than a dozen third-level warriors from Jianghu rushed out almost at the same time, one after another like locusts crossing the border, all sparing no effort.
Lu Shui returned to the sheath, and the man gently grasped the handle of the knife again, leaned down slightly, dodged the first hand blade, and punched him in the chest with his backhand, and began to brew the intention of the knife.
The third-level boxing martial artist was extremely fast. He took advantage of the restriction of the blade and ducked behind the man in an instant. He used all his strength to punch out hard and hit the man on the back of the head.
At the same time, a warrior who was good at concealed weapons quietly threw out a silent arrow from his sleeve. The arrow was quenched with poison and attacked the man from all directions.
The middle-aged woman who was always at the back of the many warriors took a high step into the sky and leaped directly to the first place. Her five fingers were like hooks and she dropped straight down to grab the man's head.
Besieged on all sides and attacked from both sides, in just a moment, there were fierce and cunning attacks everywhere.
The man's long sleeves fluttered, and he slapped the scabbard with one hand, blasting out majestic green energy. One after another, the sound was like thunder. A total of twelve blows made many warriors feel that their hearts were about to be smashed, and they hurriedly stepped back.
Even though the middle-aged woman closest to the man dodged in time, she was still shocked and bleeding from all her orifices.
After the enemy dismantled the attack, the man took on a breath of pure aura, and there was a vague green mist surrounding him, which was actually a sign that the sword intention was brewing to the point of trance.
There was a man who was wielding a sword at the scene. After realizing it, he shouted angrily: "Come together! Interrupt his sword intention!"
The man raised the corners of his mouth and said softly, "It's too late."
The dull knife has not yet been unsheathed, and the majestic green knife energy is flowing out crazily.
He whispered: "Get up."
A blunt emerald-green knife exploded high with a sincere sword energy.
This sword was extremely strange. It was clearly not powerful enough to break through the armor, but it was as heavy as a towering mountain. All the warriors who rushed forward felt this huge oppression. It was like a huge mountain was pressing heavily on my chest, unable to breathe.
Dozens of top third-level masters who were well-known in the world all flew upside down like kites with broken strings and fell heavily to the ground. They were severely injured and could not get up.
Almost everyone present was dumbfounded and so shocked that they could not recover.
There was dead silence.
Butler Xu Dezhong's eyes widened, and he immediately burst into tears. He knelt on the ground with a plop and kowtowed several times. He cried and shouted at the top of his lungs: "You will be the great benefactor of the Wu family from now on!"
The man did not turn around, but slowly put away the dull knife. He slightly raised his head and looked at Wu Junzhi on the steps. He pinched his temples with his fingers. He was about to tear open the disguised face, but suddenly turned around to look.
The dozen warriors who fell to the ground all felt a suffocating oppression.
Xu Dezhong wiped his eyes, thinking that he was seeing something wrong because he was crying. Then why did a person appear out of thin air at the door of the inn?
Wu Junzhi's eyes were dim and uncertain. This chess game was supposed to end here, so he jumped onto the chessboard at this critical moment, fearing that the attacker was evil.
Guiliu frowned, smelling a strong and nauseating smell of alcohol, and looked at the ragged beggar not far away.
"Give me."
"What?" Gui Liu frowned.
"Two jars of swords are burning in the south. I saw you holding them in your hands with my own eyes."
Guiliu was stunned, "Are you here to steal the wine?"
"You brat, why are you talking so much nonsense! Give me the wine and I will spare your life!"
Wu Junzhi subconsciously looked down and saw that the beggar's right foot had a broken toe. Suddenly he thought of something, his face turned pale, and he staggered back a few steps.
Outside the inn, the housekeeper Xu Dezhong noticed something strange about Wu Junzhi, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly shouted: "The Wu family has countless fine wines, I guarantee that the young master will drink to his fill!"
Both of them are smart people, one cares about the chess game, and the other cares about saving people. They are both focused on not failing in their efforts and trying to persuade the man in front of them to stay away.
But Geiliu had no intention of giving in, and had never even thought about giving in.
Why?
Because this wine is for Guiqing!
Even if the best in the world comes to snatch it, it won’t work!
Gui Liu suddenly grabbed Lu Shui, pulled out the sheath and chopped it off.
A green sword energy struck at the waist of the drunkard.
"Stubborn thing!"
An extremely ordinary iron sword, even with its stubble falling off, could easily cut off the sword energy.
Gei Liu was shocked in his heart. He didn't know the other party's details and could not trust him. He immediately held Zhu Xian's back. He had very little imperial luck left, but it was enough to hold on for a few minutes.
But the beggar and drunkard suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Bullshit luck, get out!"
The drunkard kicked Guiliu hard on the chest. This kick made Guiliu feel like the sea of blood was surging, the meridians in his body were about to break, and his heart seemed to be broken.
In front of everyone, the white-robed man who looked invincible before fell to the ground and vomited out several large mouthfuls of blood, looking extremely painful.
Wu Junzhi looked as pale as a ghost. What exactly is going on? Could it be that the chess game has been seen through a long time ago? Is this a preemptive strike?
In the room, Wang Sizhi heard the huge movement outside the inn, his eyes filled with worry.
The white cat rubbed against her arms, trying to get a hug from her.
Outside the inn, there were shocking pools of blood. Guiliu struggled desperately to get up. Every time he managed to stand up, a sword gang would knock him down again. This happened several times in a row, with blood splattering everywhere, even on Wu Junzhi's face.
The man who fell in a pool of dark blood twitched slightly. After barely sitting up, he began to vomit blood.
The wind carried a strong smell of blood, and the onlookers in the restaurant could smell the disgusting smell.
Even after the battle in Qingqian City, when he was detained in the Sword Qi Fan Cage and suppressed by the Immortal using Wu Guo's magical power, his injuries were far from being so serious.
The drunkard slowly walked up to Giliu and spread out one hand with an expressionless face, "One more sword strike and your soul will be gone. If you want to save your own life, use two swords to burn spring."
Wu Junzhi's lips trembled and he fell backwards, almost falling to the ground.
Gui Liu spit out a mouthful of blood and raised his head tremblingly.
The face is ferocious.
Almost at the same moment, the courtyard was full of fragrance, the whip was drunk, Wutong Moon, Jade House Spring, Nuo Po Huanxi Sand, Tang Duoling, these six Cipai flying swords gifted by the master of the Jade Pavilion were thrust out instantly.
At such a close distance, even a god would never be able to hide away.
The Nuo Po Huanxi sand penetrated the drunkard's heart, Tang Duoling pierced the drunkard's head, and the other four penetrated the drunkard's limbs.
But he didn't die immediately. He breathed his last breath and stared at Gui Liu with his bloodshot eyes, filled with resentment, shock, and disbelief.
Gui Liu was panting, showing his scarlet teeth, and said with a ferocious smile: "I can still kill you without any luck."
Pierced by Cipai's flying sword, the drunkard remained standing and died with his eyes open.
He Chongyin, the fiftieth person in the world's martial arts review, was at the sixth level of Dzogchen. He was obsessed with wine throughout his life, especially Jiannan Shaochun.
In the winter of the fifteenth year of Yongshuang's reign, he died in Qingqian City.
Guiliu vomited blood and cursed, "You're trying to steal the wine from me, I'll kill you."
Dressed in blood-soaked white clothes, he slowly stood up and staggered, as if he was on his deathbed.
Xu Dezhong cried bitterly and secretly made up his mind to build a hero's tomb for him, which was carved on the towering green mountain near Qingqian Bay.
Xu Dezhong burst into tears. He did not use crutches for the first time in twenty years. He stood up suddenly, pulled his neck and shouted: "Hero, do you have any last words?!"
Everyone could see the staggering figure freeze for a moment.
With trembling hands, Geiliu uncovered the bloody clothes sticking to his skin and took out a blood-stained box from his arms.
Open it carefully, there is a golden elixir inside.
After we parted ways in Greenbelt City, my mother caught up with me and gave her two gifts. One was a spiritual method, and the other was an exquisite box containing the golden elixir.
Treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor doesn't matter so much. Guiliu stuffed the golden elixir into his mouth and swallowed it.
After breathing for a moment, he pushed himself up and slowly tore open the disguise, revealing his true face.
A certain warrior who had once entered the palace suddenly woke up when he saw this scene, and almost knelt down in front of the man in front of him.
Xu Dezhong was about to be shocked, because the lawless and rebellious son of the Wu family actually knelt on the ground with a plop, and kowtowed several times towards the bloody man at the foot of the steps.
The scalp was bruised and bleeding.
Then, a thunder exploded in everyone's ears.
"Wu Junzhi, I have met His Highness the Crown Prince!!"
The wind whimpered, and after a moment of dead silence, there was a loud thud, and the black people fell to their knees.
Xu Dezhong felt that his mind was blank, his legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground for some reason.
Then there were the spectators next to the inn, the spectators in the restaurant, the spectators at the small tea stall, the spectators on the stone steps, the spectators in the shops, and the spectators from all directions, a total of nearly a thousand people, all of whom knelt down and kowtowed to the ground. Facing the same direction, kneel down and worship the white-haired man!
It was deathly silent, except for the whimpering of the wind.
The wind and rain are like darkness.
The big red lantern hanging at the door of the inn was shaking.
The red light illuminated the man's expressionless face.
He walked slowly into the inn.
In the room, the candlelight was soft. Wang Sizhi was restless and could not pay attention to the coquettish white cat in her arms.
There was a gentle knock on the door.
Wang Sizhi's heart trembled, and she got off the bed in a panic, trying to open the door, but then she remembered that her hands were tied behind her back.
The door was gently pushed open.
This man covered in blood was so miserable and shocking.
Guiliu raised an arm tremblingly, wiped the blood on his face, trying to look more handsome, and said softly: "I'm here to pick you up."
