Qian Sanliang was able to coach at Qingjiaosi, which itself represents a recognition of his strength.

Although there is no grass yellow paper, it is not far from grass yellow paper. It is said to be a rare rival and can be found in the world.

Moreover, because of his crazy and cruel nature and cruel methods, many people are even more afraid. Even if they are not afraid, they don’t want to be enemies with him.

He was actually back with a blow, and he looked seriously injured, so he was afraid that his bones would be broken into pieces.

Many people glanced at Qian Sanliang who had smashed into the soil with their aftermath, and their mouths twitched and their hearts were shocked.

Qian Sanliang's entire body was embedded in the soil, covered in blood, and the joints could be seen with bones breaking through the skin and exposing white bone stubble.

He lay on the ground and seemed to have more breathing and less breathing, and looked extremely miserable.

If no one rescues you in a short period of time, you may not be able to last long and die.

After a brief shock, everyone's eyes focused on the man who suddenly appeared in front of him, with doubts on his face. He almost killed Qian Sanliang with one blow. This person's strength is terrifying, so who is he?

The man didn't care about the opinions of the people around him, but just stood quietly in the courtyard, about twenty steps away from Li Xiu and the others.

Countless people's eyes shrank slightly. Even if the man just stood there, he looked unique, because he actually had white hair and white clothes, and even his pupils were snow-white.

It looks like a Snow Country alien.

Murong's face became extremely pale in an instant, and Chen Xuance and Liang Xiaodao couldn't help but stiffen their bodies.

Li Xiu looked up at the man, and the man was also looking at him.

Then he nodded slightly at him and said lightly: "Grey hair, I have seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Mr. Xiao."

A dull voice spread throughout the Sun Mansion, and countless people felt a thunder rumbling like a thunder explode in their ears.

Stay in place.

"The seventh place in the grass yellow paper, the gray hair in the south of the city? I didn't expect that even he was involved in this matter. It seems that Xiao Bo is dead today."

"How is this possible? The top ten top-ranked strong men on grass yellow paper that have never been seen on weekdays will come to kill Xiao Boru?"

Many people find it hard to believe it.

Li Xiu looked at him with a cold expression and a little dim in his eyes. Even Sun Guangrui, Qian Sanliang and others who had not yet fallen into the yellow paper, were not opponents and could not stop him. At the moment, this gray hair is a strong man in Youye who is still above Chen Zhimo. How should he stop him?

If there was still a glimmer of vitality before, then at this moment, there was no trace of vitality.

Liang Xiaodao smiled bitterly. Even if he was as domineering as he was, it would be difficult to say anything amazing.

In the face of absolute strength, any words seem to be showing off and have no persuasion.

"You want to kill him?"

Li Xiu looked at the figure in white clothes and white hair and raised his eyebrows and asked.

The gray-haired nodded openly, without any hesitation or fear on his face. He wanted to kill Xiao Boru. This is the purpose, and there is nothing to cover up. No matter who asks this, he will answer this way.

“Why?”

Killing is not about peeing, there must be a reason.

Besides, even peeing is a reason.

The gray-haired hair thought for a while, and then said, "It is a great honor to be able to kill the sword immortal of Tang with your own hands."

"I see."

Li Xiu lowered his head and murmured, feeling it was boring. Everyone thought so, and everyone regarded killing Xiao Boru as a great honor.

This is very boring.

"A bunch of stupid people."

He looked up at the gray hair, then looked at everyone around him, and said with a loud voice, "A bunch of stupid people."

The people around him looked embarrassed, but felt a little angry. They looked up and wanted to refute, but found that Li Xiu had already looked away, and his face turned redder and felt more humiliated.

"If you want to kill him, you have to kill me first."

His long sword pointed to the ground diagonally, stood with his hands behind his back, his blue shirt fluttering, and his sword intent rose up all over his body.

Liang Xiaodao didn't say anything, but just stood quietly behind him and pulled out the scimitar from his waist. His attitude was self-evident.

Murong and Chen Xuance did not move, and stood quietly.

Huayu was silent for a while and said, "I am not Qian Sanliang, and I am not crazy yet. Of course, I will not kill Your Highness and the three young masters, but you can't stop me. Even if I don't kill you, you can't stop me."

This is true.

Compared with the gray hair, Li Xiu and his men's strength was like clouds. Even if they didn't kill, they could easily force them back and thus get out of that path.

"Then try."

Li Xiu's hand holding the sword tighter, and he stood there with no expression.

His gray hair had a plain look. In his opinion, Li Xiu's move was like a mantis chariot, and he was overestimating his ability.

Countless people around him held their breath and did not dare to make any sound. They naturally wanted to kill Xiao Boru, but they knew that the moment Qian Sanliang stood up, this matter had nothing to do with the cultivators of the third level.

There were at least twenty monks of Youye hidden in the crowd, but after they came out with gray hair, they had nothing to do with them.

Because they are not the match for gray hair.

The seventh Grass Yellow Paper represents absolutely strong strength.

He took a step forward, and the heartbeats of countless people moved together, as if even his breathing was being pulled.

But the gray hair just took a step forward and then stopped. His snow-white eyes looked at Li Xiu's head, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Li Xiu's heart moved, and then a cold light flashed in his eyes and raised his left hand.

Beside him, Liang Xiaodao held the knife in both hands and slashed towards Xiao Boru's head with force.

Li Xiu held the knife handle in his hand, making Liang Xiaodao unable to chop it down with force.

At the same time, Murong and Chen Xuance also held their own swords and stabbed Xiao Boru's back heart and throat. Their moves were so sharp that they wanted to kill with one blow.

Li Xiu was full of sword intent, holding Murong in his right hand, then kicked Chen Xuance's body away with a kick.

The sunlight fell vertically from the sky and shone on everyone. Several transparent silk threads could be seen on Chen Xuance's body flying backwards. The silk threads became longer and longer in the air and then cracked from the middle, making a bang.

The cold sword intent emerged densely into the air like raindrops, but in a moment, two crisp sounds sounded in everyone's ears one after another.

Two more transparent silk threads broke and fell on the ground.

Liang Xiaodao and Murong put away the scimitar and the sword, looked around with an ugly expression. Even Chen Xuance in the distance was breathing rapidly, feeling scared.

Just then, three strange silk threads appeared above the heads of the three of them, controlling their bodies, making them unable to control themselves and slash towards Xiao Boru. Fortunately, Li Xiu reacted quickly and cut off the three threads.

Liang Xiaodao's face was gloomy and looked coldly at the gray hair behind him, and there was an old lady with a hunched figure standing there.

He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "The ninth piece of grass yellow paper, the thread-lifting puppet, Cui Po."
Chapter completed!