Taiping Inn

In just a blink of an eye, nearly half of the Xiantian Realm masters brought by Bai Rao were killed.

Bai Rao narrowed his narrow eyes, his face gloomy.

For him, death was normal, and he was prepared for death. He could make Qingluan Guard helpless and even make "Big Thunder Hand" Ding Ce come out in person, which showed that it was not an easy task. He didn't feel bad at all if a few Xiantian Realm masters died, but if they died too easily and didn't even achieve the effect he expected, then he would feel a little pain. After all, the masters of Qingyang Sect were not blown by the wind, and all of them were won over with a lot of money.

According to Bai Rao's original idea, after five Xiantian Realm masters died in battle, even if they were not seriously injured, they should be slightly injured and their qi should be depleted. However, judging from the current situation, it seems to be a bit of a waste. Going up one by one to die, let alone being slightly or seriously injured, the effect of depleting qi will have little effect.

Thinking of this, Bai Rao pinched a jade pendant hanging around his waist, his knuckles slightly white: "This deal is a loss, the Qingluan Guards raised by the girl are indeed a business that will not lose money."

The tall attendant who had been guarding Bai Rao with a shield whispered: "It seems that the Qingluan Guards also suffered a great loss at the hands of this person."

Bai Rao exhaled a foul breath and said sinisterly: "Forget it, it's useless to say these now, just treat it as a few appetizers for the guests. I don't believe that a thousand elite soldiers can't kill him!"

However, despite saying so, Bai Rao was a little more cautious. After all, the son of a rich man should not sit in the hall, so Bai Rao still silently retreated to the rear of the 800 infantrymen, and there were many trusted guards around him. These death guards were wearing military armor that was not common in the world. They were all made by the Ministry of Works of the Great Wei, but now they fell into the hands of the enemy. It can be seen that the failure of the Wei Dynasty in the war was not due to military affairs, but to the problem of the entire government structure. In addition, there are three innate masters including the shield-holding Gao Da's attendant, one of whom is an old swordsman with a sword behind him, and the other is a Taoist in a Taoist robe.

Bai Rao is naturally determined to get Li Xuandu's head, but the world is full of storms and no one dares to say that there is no way around it. He doesn't want to capsize in this small ditch.

At this time, Li Xuandu is getting braver and braver.

Although he has injuries, as long as he does not use the "Thirteen Swords of Taiyin" and "Against Heaven's Tribulation", the injuries in his body are within the controllable range.

With the "Thirty-six Swords of the Big Dipper" that he has practiced for many years and has become like an instinct, the loss of Qi is far less than others imagine, and there is no hidden danger at all.

Previously, the reason why Li Xuandu did not use the "Thirty-Six Swords of the Big Dipper" but used the "Thirteen Swords of the Taiyin" with greater hidden dangers was that the realms and cultivations of the opponents Li Xuandu encountered were all higher than his, so he could only use the "Thirteen Swords of the Taiyin" with greater power before the Heavenly Man Realm to fight against the enemy. However, when he encountered the current situation of being attacked by a group of people, and the realm and cultivation of the opponents were not as good as his, the "Thirty-Six Swords of the Big Dipper" was more suitable.

Li Xuandu's existence is like a reef in the river. No matter how the turbulent river water washes, it will not fall, but will stir up surging waves.

Li Xuandu's goal has always been clear, not to confront a thousand elite soldiers head-on, but to find out where Bai Rao is, and capture the thief first.

One soldier after another died under Li Xuandu's sword energy, just like cutting a crop of leeks. The "cold beauty" with a body like white frost and ice was not stained with a trace of blood, and was still bright and shining.

Bai Rao also noticed Li Xuandu's intention, but he was not without a backup plan. He looked up and asked, "When will we make a move?"

A cold voice came from above him: "Let's wait and see."

Bai Rao lowered his head and said nothing more. He shifted his sight and looked at Li Xuandu holding a long sword.

He was full of murderous intent.

This kind of person really deserves to die.

Li Xuandu, who had killed 200 cavalrymen, finally collided head-on with the 800 infantrymen who came late. Li Xuandu continued to move forward alone with a single sword, unstoppable.

He was invincible and had no enemy.

But Li Xuandu also clearly sensed that there were people with strong auras coveting him and moving quietly with his body. These people were undoubtedly Qingyang Sect masters who were waiting for an opportunity to move. Most of them were in the Xiantian realm. It was only because several Xiantian realm masters had died at the hands of Li Xuandu before that they did not dare to act rashly. In addition to these Xiantian Realm masters, Li Xuandu also vaguely sensed the presence of a Guizhen Realm master, who was just hiding in the dark and didn't know his exact location.

Li Xuandu moved forward all the way, and there was no fancy moves when he drew his sword and controlled the sword. All of them were sword techniques of the "Thirty-Six Sword Art of the Big Dipper", especially the two flying swords "Green Dragon" and "Purple Phoenix", which were erratic and flew like a long rainbow. They were very useful for dealing with people whose realms were not as good as his. Wherever the flying rainbow passed, people would either die or be injured, so that no one could get close to Li Xuandu within three feet.

However, Li Xuandu, who drove straight in, was not at all proud. Instead, his mind became heavier and heavier. He went straight to Bai Rao. Bai Rao must know his intentions, and the characters who could really threaten him were only those Xiantian Realm and Guizhen Realm masters. Ordinary soldiers could not be said to be meaningless, but they could only be said to be ineffective. However, the advancement of the Qingyang Sect's infantry phalanx was meticulous and there was no change. If they died, they would die.

When Li Xuandu fought off a sneak attack from a Xiantian Realm master, his internal Qi was stagnant for a moment.

At this moment, the Guizhen Realm master who had been hiding in the dark finally made a move.

A bald monk who had been standing on a branch disappeared in a flash, leaving only the branch under his feet still trembling slightly.

Look at this branch, which is only slightly thicker than a willow branch. Even birds can hardly bear it. However, an adult can not only stand here, but also use it to gain strength. This shows that this person has a high level of body skills and a high level of cultivation.

On the battlefield of the official road, Li Xuandu continued to draw his sword. The whole way was extremely bloody, and there were corpses lying behind him.

A figure suddenly fell from the sky, as fast as thunder and as powerful as a diamond. It instantly tore the battlefield apart and punched with a thunderous whistling sound.

This punch hit Li Xuandu's eyebrows.

If this punch hits, he will be disabled if not dead.

The corners of the bald monk's mouth curled up, and a faint smile appeared.

It was this young man again, and this young man with extraordinary talent.

But in the next moment, the smile on the bald monk's face completely froze.

Because his punch was indeed implemented, but it did not have the effect he imagined. Not only did he not kill with one punch, but even the injury was not obvious.

After Li Xuandu was punched by the bald monk at the center of his brow, waves of visible energy spread out from the point where the fist touched his brow.

At the same time, Li Xuandu's face began to change, from young to old, and then from old back to young.