The blue-clothed scholar's body trembled violently.

He could not believe what was happening in front of him.

He saw broken blood and internal organs gushing out from Qiu Dansheng's mouth like a fountain, and saw the clothes behind Qiu Dansheng's back explode, and blood exploded from the cracks in his skin.

No one can survive this injury.

However, an eighth-ranked person was killed directly under such circumstances, which was completely beyond his cognition.

How could he have the ability to kill eighth grades?

How dare you kill an eighth-rank?

Even when he watched Qiu Dansheng fall down without saying a word, he couldn't believe that the scene that happened in front of him really existed in Chang'an.

"good!"

Gu Liubai folded the remaining two oil cakes in a stack, finished gnawing in two mouthfuls, and clapped with both hands, "I want to chop one of my arms, wouldn't I die?"

The surprise and absurd feelings reached the peak of his cheers. The scholar in blue who was still trembling all over his body howled, "How could you kill him like this?"

The golden light on He Huoluo's body quickly disappeared. Without even saying a word, he turned around and walked directly into the darkness.

The scholar in blue looked at him and even his breathing stopped completely.

Since Qiu Dansheng became a master of swordsmanship, he never took the practitioners below the eighth level seriously. He would always take one arm off. Tonight, he was killed by a single arm, but he happened to be a one-armed practitioner. Just now, this one-armed practitioner was like a golden Buddha descending from the sky. Now he is hidden in the darkness, like a Shura who carries the resentment of those practitioners whose arms have been cut off from him to seek revenge.

"Why can't you kill?"

After eating the oil cake, Gu Liubai called intact. He walked to the Blue-clothed Scholar. He smiled and looked at the Blue-clothed Scholar and said, "Since you are staring at my whistle and still have to do things behind your back, you should naturally know me well. In Mingbaipo, if anyone wants to cut one of my arms, I must dig a hole and bury him. Why, do you think there is no place to dig a hole in Chang'an?"

The scholar in blue had a blank mind.

He just intuitively believes that this is the truth, but in his inherent cognition, this truth cannot be targeted at the eighth grade, nor at the family like the Boling Cui family.

The people from the Cui family in Boling, even if they are a fourth-level practitioner, who dares to kill them if they say they are killed?

What's more, he is the only eighth-grade master.

Driven by such thoughts, he looked at Gu Liubai with cold sweat and said incomprehensible, "Aren't you afraid of our Boling Cui's anger?"

Gu Liubai smiled.

Pei Yunqi is not here at this time.

Otherwise she knew that Gu Liubai's smile at this time was as cold as his smile at Heishawa.

It is really difficult for Gu Liubai to understand these powerful families.

In their eyes, it is as if other people's lives are not fate, but only their lives are fate. However, after pressing these powerful families to deal with others on them, it is difficult for them to understand.

There was a biting cold in his smile. He looked at the scholar in blue and mocked, "Why, is your Boling Cui's anger stronger than the Qinghe Cui's anger? Qinghe Cui's anger cannot burn me to death, can your Boling Cui's anger burn me to death?"

The scholar in blue suddenly woke up.

People like them are very interesting.

Simple principles are limited to fixed thinking and inability to understand, but when compared with similarities, or similar people who are far better than oneself, you can instantly understand this principles.

Before Gu Shiwu arrived in Chang'an, Cui's family in Qinghe had already made a mortal enemy with him because of their long-standing business outside the pass.

When it came to Canglang Sword Sect to compete in swords, Cui Shiwu was going to kill Gu Shiwu with Cui Baita.

However, Cui Baita died, and Gu Shiwu was still alive.

Cui's most outstanding genius was just broken into his hands. Is Cui's anger fierce?

He didn't care about Cui's anger in Qinghe, why did he care about Cui's anger in Boling?

How much effort did the Cui family in Qinghe put into Cui Baita?

Cui Baita was originally destined to be the next eighth rank of Cui clan in Qinghe. Cui Baita can be killed, so why can't Qiu Dansheng be killed?

One way to one thing.

The scholar in blue even realized that Gu Liubai was going to punch him so that he would not have a hundred punches. He had the intention of killing the chicken to warn the monkey, but in the end, they were the Cui family of Boling hit Gu Liubai's mind.

Qiu Dansheng, a top eight-grade swordsman in the world, had the face of the Boling Cui family... so he was killed by two eight-grade cultivators like killing chickens.

"Why do you have to mess with me even though I know I'm not easy to mess with?"

Gu Liubai looked at the blue-clothed scholar who became more enlightened but less speechless, and said sarcastically, "If I can't teach a lesson from Boling Cui, don't those families who are qualified to be included in the prohibited marriage can all ride on my head?"

I can't even teach a lesson to the Boling Cui family... When the scholar in Blue heard such words, his heart was filled with indescribable emotions in his heart again.

Does the Boling Cui family look like the kind of Xuzhou Jin family?

But Qiu Dansheng's body seemed to remind him that the pride of the Boling Cui family was worthless in front of this person.

But Gu Liubai seemed to look at his acquaintance, and even sat down on a stone bench not far from the Blue-clothed Scholar, "Tell me, what's your name? Why are you, Mrs. Cui, Boling, who is here to provoke me for nothing?"

The scholar in blue suddenly stopped breathing.

Because at this moment, Yin Shiniang looked at him again, as if looking at his neck.

Gu Liubai smiled with relief.

Yin Shiniang can actually cooperate with him to scare people.

"Your life is worthless to me." He looked at the scholar in blue and smiled, "If you don't want to talk to me, you can just say that I can give you some pleasure, that is, my neck will cool down."

If persistence makes sense, if it is certain that Boling Cui can avenge him, the scholar in Blue feels that he may persist.

However, the appearance of these two eighth-level practitioners around Gu Shiwu made him feel that the persistence at this time was meaningless.

"My name is Cui Zheyin."

The scholar in blue took a deep breath, looked at Gu Liubai and said, "I only know that our Boling Cui family doesn't want you to be the leader of the future."

Gu Liubai was stunned.

He thought about several possibilities in his mind, but he didn't expect that the other party would answer such a sentence.

"No... the Cui family of Boling is so lenient?" He looked at Cui Zheyin with some doubts, "It seems that you know that I have entered the Taoist ancestry of the Zongsheng Palace, but become the leader of the Tao in the future. This is a matter of not even a single word. You are going to start planning to deal with me because of this?"

Cui Zheyin felt absurd again. When he looked at Qiu Dansheng's body, he felt that tonight was extremely ridiculous. "I don't know the long-term purpose of the family. I only know that at home we can start monitoring your whereabouts. In addition to finding out how many practitioners you have, I just want to create some trouble for you and let some trivial matters consume your energy."

"Ha?" Gu Liubai smiled again. He looked at Cui Zheyin's eyes and knew what he was thinking at this moment. "I think you are just like this, so I chose to kill Qiu Dansheng directly. This is over? But think about it, you keep causing trouble for me and keeping me running. This is not an invisible murder? Also, I chase you here. If Qiu Dansheng talks well with me, can he reach this point? Forget it, he won't talk well with me. Relying on being an eighth-grade great sword master, I want to directly ask for an arm? A practitioner like me, what is the difference between him taking one arm and killing me? Then I won't kill him, keep him for the next New Year?"

Cui Zheyin had nothing to say.

Everything is empty talk in front of strength.

People dare to do this and dare to act like this because they do have such confidence.

It’s just that they didn’t expect them to act like this.

"I have to think too much. My time is precious, and I'm going to find out what's going on? Where does this cause hostility?" Gu Liubai looked at Cui Zheyin and continued, "Who do you Boling Cui have recently come into contact with? Why do you suddenly want to make such a thing?"

Cui Zheyin shook his head very slowly and said, "I don't know the hidden truth here."

Gu Liubai stood up lightly, "All things on Qiu Dansheng and everything on you are left behind. Take Qiu Dansheng's body back and tell your head that I have never taken the initiative to deal with anyone in Chang'an. Even if I compete with Canglang Sword Sect, they provoked me first. They traveled thousands of miles to Youzhou to teach me a lesson. Now Qiu Dansheng is me showing my attitude to Chang'an. If you Boling Cui can swallow this, then I will not take the initiative to cause trouble for you. But if you Boling Cui is so angry that you must be an enemy of me, then I will just give you a good example to all the forces in Chang'an and let them see what the outcome of Boling Cui is."

If it were another time, even if any family in the city who was stronger than the Cui family in Boling spoke to Cui Zheyin, Cui Zheyin would be furious in his heart. At most, it would be forced to do nothing on the surface due to the situation.

However, for some reason, when Gu Liubai said this, he felt no anger in his heart, but he was just a lucky person to save his life.

He just silently took out all the things on his body and put them on the ground in front of him, and even untied the ordinary jade pendant that he usually played with on his waist.

When he arrived in front of Qiu Dansheng, he was the same. He took out all the things on Qiu Dansheng and put them all on the ground.

But when he picked up Qiu Dansheng's body and left, he changed his face again.

As soon as he hugged Qiu Dansheng's body seemed to be completely broken and bent.

The one-armed practitioner's punch not only destroyed all the organs in his body, but also all the bones in his chest and lumbar spine were smashed to pieces.

...

"Gu Shiwu, I'll give it to you."

Yelu Yueli returned the magical power object that he had pinched in his hand for a long time to Gu Liubai. She looked at Gu Liubai and couldn't help but say, "You are really so masculine."

Gu Liubai had just taken the Sky Eye Black Crow, but when he heard her praise, he rolled his eyes immediately, "I'm not only a manly person, but also athlete's foot."

He actually wanted to see what kind of power Yelu Yueli would show using this magical power, but the little barbarian girl had returned it, so he was too lazy to mention it specifically.

Yelu Yueli looked at him rolling her eyes and pouted, "Gu Shiwu, you are not half good to me and Miss Pei Er and the others."

"Of course." Gu Liubai said with confidence, "Can you take the initiative to pay a favor with someone who looks good together? Do you have no old saying that you are meant to show your diligence without any trouble? You must be either a traitor or a thief."

Yelu Yueli also said softly with confidence: "I have nothing to do, I just want to sleep with you."

Gu Liubai was shocked, "Look at which woman in Tang Dynasty would speak like you?"

Yelu Yueli said seriously, "I don't know if you have such an old saying in the Tang Dynasty, but we have an old saying that if a man is determined to protect the woman, then this woman must first sleep with him."

Gu Liubai was helpless.

The key is that he also knew that this was not Yelu Yueli's nonsense.

He could only say, "You Uighur goddess is still learning from ordinary women? You are not your body."

Unexpectedly, Yelu Yueli shook her head and said, "No matter how powerful a woman is, she is still a woman, and she can't escape this rule."
To be continued...