Taiping Inn

Li Xuandu wanted to kill Aljin, but there was no need to go through so much trouble. However, he felt a little compassion when he heard the words of the rude man, which seemed to threaten someone's wife. He forcibly injected Qi into Aljin, which severely injured him instantly, but did not kill him. If Aljin knew to give in, Li Xuandu would leave him alone and let him live.

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As for Aljin's job, Li Xuandu would not follow the example of his ancestors who cut meat to feed the eagle. If Aljin was a man, he should seek revenge on his master. If his master threatened his wife and children, he would still work for his master wholeheartedly and put all the resentment on Li Xuandu, an irrelevant person. He was really a slave who had learned his lesson and was hopeless.

Yu Niang, who had lost one hand, retreated with a wooden face, as if the person with the broken hand was not her.

Bulibudai also stepped back, his smile faded a little, and he said in surprise: "What a powerful physique, are you from the Buddhist sect?"

Li Xuandu kicked Alejin away and said: "Did you use the 'Vajra Palm' just now? It's quite powerful, but you went astray. This palm technique is originally an upright method, but you hid poison in your palm and hurt people with trickery, which is really inconsistent with the original intention of the palm technique."

Hearing this, Bulibudai's face became more solemn: "Good insight, are you really an old guy who has rejuvenated? If so, why not tell me your name, maybe I have heard of it."

Li Xuandu said softly: "Don't test me anymore, I can tell you clearly that the three of you combined are not my opponent, whether it is fair and square Whether it is a siege or a sneak attack, it is the same. If you don't believe it, just try it. "

Hearing this, Buli Budai held the scimitar inserted diagonally at his waist with his right hand, and did not rush to draw the knife, but just said: "If it is just fist and palm skills, I am indeed not your opponent, but only 30% of my skills are on these fists and palms, and the remaining 70% are on this knife. "

Buli Budai smiled and said: "If Qin Qing stood here and said such words, I would certainly have nothing to say, as for you..."

He stretched out the index finger of his left hand and shook it left and right, very contemptuously: "You are not qualified."

As a great master of the Tianren realm, who doesn't have a little arrogance? Being despised by Li Xuandu to this extent, Buli Budai, even if he is a clay man, will also have some anger.

Although Li Xuandu adheres to the tradition of Qingwei Sect and always wants to get some verbal benefits, generally speaking, he targets people with the same realm. If he really meets someone who is not as good as himself, he will not waste his efforts and will only tell the truth.

It's just that the truth hurts people.

Bulibudai showed a very sincere smile: "Golden Tent Bulibudai, please teach me."

The next moment, he took a step forward and came to Li Xuandu in an instant. His right hand was still holding the knife but not drawing it. His left hand slapped out with a palm, which was extremely feminine and completely different from the "Vajra Palm". It was the skill of the soft palm.

Li Xuandu just pushed out a palm flatly and faced him. There was no fancy tricks. Just relying on the strong aura, he made Bulibudai stagger backwards. Every step he took made a pothole on the street. He retreated about ten steps before he barely stopped.

Then this Bulibudai slowly dissipated. It was a method similar to an incarnation. He deliberately stepped on countless potholes to confuse people. The real Bulibudai appeared behind Li Xuandu like a ghost, and chopped Li Xuandu's neck with a hand knife. But just before he was about to succeed, he hesitated again and gave up this great opportunity and appeared not far in front of Li Xuandu.

Li Xuandu smiled and said, "In our Central Plains language, you are an old man with rich experience. If you had chopped with your hand knife just now, you would be dead now. I have already conceded two moves, which is sincerity. You can tell me who hired you, and I will let you leave this place."

Bulibudai remained silent.

The successive failures made him no longer confident, but his right hand was still tightly grasped on the handle of the curved knife at his waist.

Li Xuandu did not urge him. In fact, from the time he made a move to now, he has been deliberately restraining himself, just like an adult man sparring with a teenager, he has to hold back his strength, for fear that he will hurt or even kill the teenager if he uses too much strength. With Li Xuandu's current realm and cultivation, if he wants to make a move freely, his opponent must be at least at the level of Li Yuanying.

Bulibudai slowly drew his sword three inches out of its sheath and grinned, "I once climbed the Great Snow Mountain and rode an avalanche. I learned this sword from it. I was going to ask Ili Khan for advice, but now it seems that I have to give it to you. It's your honor."

Li Xuandu said calmly, "Just draw your sword."

Bulibudai took a deep breath and slashed out with his sword.

In an instant, everything in Li Xuandu's field of vision was like a huge avalanche, and the surging sword energy rushed towards him like an avalanche.

Li Xuandu looked calm and did not dodge. Li Xuandu did not make any movement. He was like a reef in the river. The sword energy separated in front of him and then passed by him on both sides.

However, these sword energies were just a trick. The real killer was the scimitar itself.

In the vast sword energy, the scimitar was completely unsheathed. Bulibudai held the scimitar and chopped Li Xuandu's head, like a bright moon setting in the west.

Li Xuandu simply stretched out one hand, broke the sharp blade light covering the scimitar with his bare hands, and then grasped the sharp blade.

Bulibudai was startled at first, then delighted, and was about to cut off the man's palm with his scimitar. However, to his surprise, the scimitar's blade did leave a bloody mark, but before it could hurt the flesh, it returned to normal, as if it was just an illusion. This happened several times, but he failed to cut off Li Xuandu's palm, let alone hurt it.

Li Xuandu, holding the scimitar, said coldly: "There is no such thing as three times. I will give you one last chance. Tell me who hired you, and I will forgive you."

Bulibudai was stubborn and said: "Every business has its own rules. You can't break the rules. I live by this mouthful of rice. There is no reason to destroy my own rice bowl."

Li Xuandu laughed: "These words don't sound like the tone of the Golden Tent people, but like the words of the Central Plains people. In this case, I will fulfill your wish."

The next moment, without seeing Li Xuandu's movement, the "Grand Master" hanging on his waist came out of the sheath by itself, and hit Bulibudai with the head of the knife.

Bulibudai's chest immediately sounded countless echoes, shaking endlessly. This collision has already hurt his lungs. Then Bulibudai's figure flew backwards with a bang.

The "Grand Master" returned to the sheath by itself, and Li Xuandu followed like a shadow.

Another palm hit Bulibudai's forehead, causing his head to shake back and forth, and the world was spinning.

Yu Niang's face changed drastically. She had thought that Buli Budai was no match for this man, but she never expected that Buli Budai was so vulnerable.

Li Xuandu was not polite. He stretched out his hand to hold Buli Budai's wrist and twisted it so that he could no longer hold the scimitar in his hand. At the same time, he bent his knees and hit Buli Budai's lower abdomen, causing him to spit out blood.

During this process, Buli Budai had thought about fighting back, but compared with Li Xuandu's powerful force, he seemed weak and powerless, just like a young lady encountering a strong man, and had no power to resist at all.

Li Xuandu punched Buli Budai in the lower abdomen, causing him to hit a wall, which shattered, and Buli Budai also sat down dejectedly, no longer having the strength to fight back.

From beginning to end, Li Xuandu did not regard this man as a real opponent.

Li Xuandu said calmly: "After all, he is the future Khan of the Golden Horde, and he only has these useless subordinates? That really disappoints me."

After the words fell, there was a round of applause: "Good, good, good. As expected of the masters of the Qin family in Liaodong, they are really powerful. It is these people arranged by the king who are embarrassing."

Li Xuandu knew that the real lord finally appeared.