A blue-clothed masked practitioner rushed in from the backyard. As soon as he landed, his body was slightly stiff.

A tall man with a national face and a very upright appearance was standing quietly in the corridor behind him.

The tall man was wearing a brand new black cotton robe, a yellow leather hat, and a chicken feather shuttlecock in his hand.

He kept smiling at the blue-clothed masked practitioner, and suddenly threw the shuttlecock in his hand towards the blue-clothed masked practitioner.

The blue-clothed masked practitioner naturally thought that there might be some mystery in his heart. He didn't dare to take out his sword to pick it up, but just dodged to one side and avoided it directly.

With a light click, the shuttlecock landed on the ground.

The blue-clothed masked practitioner was slightly stunned, as if he was just an ordinary shuttlecock.

But the tall man continued to smile at him, and then he made pictures at the shuttlecock again and again.

"Let me play shuttlecock with him?"

"Is this a fool?"

The green-clothed masked practitioner saw some clues. He saw some clues, but he didn't say anything. He jumped forward and stabbed the tall man with a sword. He was thinking about killing the fool directly.

"What?"

His sword stabbed casually, but as soon as the sword light started, he felt an irresistible force landing on the sword. The true energy in his body had just rushed towards his palms and fingers like stress, and his hand had already lightened.

His sword had been picked up by the tall man.

The pupils of the blue-clothed masked practitioner contracted sharply. He saw that the tall man used only three fingers, his thumb, index finger and middle finger.

This man was like pinching a shuttlecock, and he grabbed his sword and snatched his sword!

A fool directly grabbed my sword with empty hands?

The shock in his heart could not be described in words, and he subconsciously retreated repeatedly.

By chance, he stepped on the shuttlecock with one foot.

"You...bad guy!"

The tall fool was originally holding the sword with three fingers and still looking at it, without further action, but when he stepped on the shuttlecock, the fool looked at the extremely sharp sword and the broken shuttlecock, and seemed to finally understand that this person was not a good person.

"Call you!"

After he reacted, he threw the sword behind him, opened his palms directly, and grabbed the face of the blue-clothed masked practitioner.

His five fingers faintly revealed white light, his skin turned green jade color, and the white light emitted the bones inside, but there was not much powerful wave of true energy.

The blue-clothed masked practitioner was shocked. His body twisted, and the true energy in his body roared, and he kicked the fool's waist.

There was a light click.

The blue-clothed masked practitioner only felt a flash in front of him. The palms and fingers that were holding his face disappeared, but there was a severe pain in his ankle.

The next moment, he only saw his feet tilted to one side, and the bones inside his ankles seemed to have been split.

"ah!"

He let out a horrified cry, and the other party's hands had already landed on his knees, and his knees also made a strange noise, and the bones inside seemed to be split.

The fear in the heart of the blue-clothed masked practitioner could not be described in words. It was almost the intuitive reaction of the body. He hit the fool's chest with a palm. At the same time, he pointed to the ground with one foot, just trying to keep a distance from the other party.

However, his palm hit the other party's chest, but it was pulled by the other party's hands again.

This time he felt clearly, and he felt that the bones on his wrist were quickly disassembled. As the muscles separated, a severe pain rushed straight into his mind, but none of his bones seemed to have broken.

His whole body jumped back slightly, but he was unable to retreat.

The tall fool's feet were nailed to the ground, and his hands pulled his body like tug of war. Then his hands continued to rise and landed on his wrist, shoulders, and neck...

Titicaca…

The blue-clothed masked practitioner could only hear the sound of the bones in his body making constant noises. His neck suddenly became numb. His consciousness was still clear, but he had lost control of his body.

He was falling down, but the fool's hands fell on his spine. He was so scared that he was incontinent in the instant, but his spine was broken into pieces in an instant.

...

"Where is Pei Yunji?"

Duan Ai looked at Gu Liubai rushing towards the front yard and suddenly came back to his senses.

She felt that at this time, Pei Yunqi must have followed Gu Liubai, but there was no Pei Yunqi around Gu Liubai's body.

She intuition felt that Pei Yunqi would not be fascinated by this incense.

Women's intuition about their love rivals are often very accurate.

Pei Yunqi was originally following Gu Liubai's butt honestly.

As a result, as soon as she rushed out, she saw Chen Tu walking towards the front yard with a knife.

"Uncle Chen, please take me!"

She immediately became interested and followed Chen Tu to the front yard.

Although it was exciting to follow Gu Shiwu to kill people, in Heishawa, she had watched Gu Shiwu's battles for a lot, but she had never seen Chen Tu take action.

Chen Tu felt that Li Xizhi was just perverted enough and forced confessions, but she had seen the scene of corpses everywhere around the Heishawa granary. The most elite cavalry in the Tubo vanguard army fell around the granary.

She knew very well that Chen Tu must be a master.

It turns out that Chen Tu used a knife!

Then she must not miss the opportunity to watch Chen Tu use his knife.

"Be calm. If something goes wrong, Gu Shiwu will turn against me."

Chen Tu felt very beautiful when he had a beautiful girl following him, but he still explained it with concern.

Pei Yunqiu, who was behind him, felt so happy when he heard that Gu Shiwu was about to turn against him. He immediately agreed sweetly, "Uncle Chen, don't worry, I promise not to cause trouble for you."

Chen Tu rushed to the front yard, and the masked practitioner in blue-clothed clothes, who was itchy all over by the medicine powder, had retreated to the gate. The door behind him was opened, and four more practitioners in blue-clothed men rushed in.

Chen Tu glanced at the itchy green masked practitioner, sneering at the itchy blue-clad masked practitioner, "The four of them are fifth-grade thieves, you can do whatever you want, come and die first."

He finished speaking, a sound of shaking and breaking through the air on the roof not far away, but no arrows fell down. Then he heard only the sound of tiles breaking and heavy objects falling to the ground.

Chen Tu immediately smiled grimly again, "It seems that the archer you want to come here is finished."

The itchy cultivator in the blue-clothed masked heart suddenly felt chills, and the four cultivators beside him stopped for a moment and did not dare to step forward.

"Uncle Chen, don't scare them!"

These people did not dare to come forward, and Pei Yunqi, who was watching the show, was immediately displeased, "Uncle Chen, let's kill them."

Chen Tu was suddenly a little arrogant when Pei Yunqiu called him, Uncle Chen.

He nodded, and immediately moved his figure and killed the monk in blue who was itchy all over his body and was still scratching his back with one hand.

"Fuck him together!"

The masked monk in blue did not dare to be careless at all. With a loud shout, the long sword in his hand lit up with orange light, and dozens of strange orange eyes were opened on the sword's body.

"What kind of sword is this?"

Pei Yunqi stared at the sword body and just glanced at it, and felt dizzy.

The four cultivators next to the blue-clothed masked monk seemed to dare not stare at the sword at all, but just came out from the side and stabbed different parts of Chen Tu's body.

"Um?"

Chen Tu narrowed his eyes slightly, and he also felt that the sword was a little shaking, but his true energy flowed, but his movements were not hindered at all. With a slight sound, he pulled out the long sword held in his left hand, avoided the two swords attacking the right side first, and jumped to the left side, and the long sword in his hand directly slashed at the two cultivators in the green clothes on the far left without any tricks.

"What move is this? The toad jumps and slashes Huashan hard?" Pei Yun was stunned.

This is a little different from what she imagined.

Whether Chen Tu jumped to the left or the knife he slashed at the two of them, he looked like a simple and unpretentious one. He was like a farmer jumping onto the ridge of the field and hoeing him with a hoe. He looked a little clumsy and a little rustic, and he was not as light as a master.

Chen Tu's knife also looked very ordinary, even with an ordinary black iron color, and there was no light.

The two practitioners on the left and the masked monk in the blue-clothed middle were also a little confused.

However, after all, it was a long-standing killing scene. The three of them instantly cooperated with each other. One of them directly raised the sword with all their might. They wanted to hold the sword. The sword in the left hand of the cultivator in the blue-clothed clothes still stabbed directly, sealing the space for Chen Tu to dodge to the left. The masked cultivator in the middle ended with a very itchy body. The long sword in his hand trembled with his wrist as the center. In an instant, dozens of eyes seemed to grow out of the sword, and it rushed towards Chen Tu's face.

Chen Tu's sword posture did not change at all.

"I'm just like Uncle Chen, why wouldn't I betray him?"

Pei Yunqi had just had this idea in his mind. With a sound of deception, Chen Tu slashed the man's long sword to the ground with great ease. His long sword seemed to have no resistance to any impact, and directly slashed the man's neck.

puff!

The man's neck was cut off instantly, and his head was tilted to one side. Chen Tu's long sword then slashed at the Qingyi practitioner on the far left. The tip of the sword in the hand of the Qingyi practitioner seemed to fall on Chen Tu. But for some reason, looking at the long sword that was slashing towards his neck, he lost his courage, let out a horror scream, and his whole body flew backwards.

Chen Tu smiled and said that he was squatting and jumping.

Although his long sword fell into nothing, it seemed that the sword force of the long sword drove his body down. His squat and jump not only seemed coherent, but also very fast.

It just looks a bit ugly.

"Isn't this shit?"

Pei Yunqi just felt that he was not looking at him.
To be continued...