Liu Yu replied: "Although I am stupid, I have heard people say that Taoist priests are monks who usually live in seclusion in the mountains and old forests, and spend their whole lives cultivating the Tao, just to pursue the realm of unity between heaven and man. Why are your Taoist priests of the Kongtong Sect different, and they have come all the way to Yelu Shilu as his minions?"

The Taoist priest sneered and replied, "The people who hide in the poor mountains and bad waters to cultivate the Tao are just some uninformed people. A true Taoist priest should understand the Tao from the sword and see through the heavens from the hearts of people. ”

Liu Yu raised his head and looked at him, and said, "I don't understand what you say, and I don't understand what you say, and I don't understand what you say. I only know that the so-called people who spit lotus flowers may not be able to live clearly!"

The corners of the Taoist priest's mouth twitched, and he said: "There are three taboos in swordsmanship, one is stupidity, the second is ignorance, and the third is talentless. You stupid boy looks like you've got all of them. A person as ignorant and talentless as you may not be able to comprehend the true meaning of swordsmanship for the rest of his life. I am Qingxuzi of the Kongtong faction, before I kill you, I must let you know my prestige, lest you be just a fool until you die!"

He pressed the thumb of his right hand on the hilt of the sword and pushed it up, and with a thud, the inch-long blade of the sword came out of its sheath. Under the glow of fire and moonlight, Qing Yueyue's sword body was shining, and it looked like an extremely rare good sword. The sword shone brightly, dazzling the eyes of the Yelu soldiers who were watching around.

Liu Yu stared at the sword in his hand and said, "You don't look like a Taoist priest, a person with a pure heart and few desires, you won't have a good sword like you." As he spoke, he stepped straight up and punched Qing Xuzi's face.

Qing Xuzi was stunned when he saw this, according to the rules of the Central Plains Martial Arts, the two had to inform each other of their names before dueling, and then put on a posture, and finally they could have a duel. This hairy boy in front of him didn't even understand the basic etiquette of the rivers and lakes, so he rushed up to fight with him, which was not quite in line with the rules of the rivers and lakes! If the famous people of the various factions in the Central Plains martial arts saw such a faux pas, they would definitely laugh off their big teeth.

He looked at the oncoming Liu Yu with disdain, and a chuckle on the corner of his mouth seemed to show his incomparable demeanor. He turned his head slightly to the right, and when he dodged Liu's punch, he drew his sword and stabbed him through the empty door between his ribs.

Liu Yu's oncoming fist wind blew on his cheeks, quite sharply. It made his heart tighten, a feeling he hadn't felt in years. In an instinctive reaction, his head tilted to the right by as much as two inches. This small additional action completely deprived him of the opportunity to draw his sword and fight back. At the same time, Liu Yu threw another punch, so that he had to dodge to the side.

The thousands of Yelu soldiers who were watching watched as a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy waved his fist and blindly attacked, while his own profound swordsmanship Central Plains Dao Master couldn't even pull out his sword under his ferocious attack.

Qing Xuzi scolded while hiding, "Don't talk about the rules, don't talk about the rules!" In his decades of career, this was the first time he faced a life-and-death duel, but he didn't even have time to pull out his sword.

He regretted his previous actions a little, "Why did he only stretch the sword body out of an inch at that time, if he had pulled out the sword at that time, he would not have fallen into the embarrassing situation he is in now!" The original act of intimidating his opponent has now become his biggest defeat in this duel.

The sword in his sheath was more than three feet long, and it was extremely difficult to pull it out without stretching his arms. He spotted Liu Yu's incoming punch, volleyed a harrier backwards and turned over, intending to take the opportunity to pull out the long sword in the sheath while dodging Liu Yu's fist.

Unexpectedly, Liu Yu jumped up in the air after him, kicked away his right hand that wanted to draw his sword, and at the same time both fists came out and hit him directly on the shoulder, this move was the "Flying Mida" in the hands of Khitan San. Qing Xuzi saw that he was attacking fiercely, so he had to withdraw his hand and return to defense, and after landing on the ground, he dodged away in embarrassment.

This Khitan loose hand was widely spread among adult Khitan men, so these onlookers of the Yelu clan soldiers all recognized this trick "Flying Mida". These Khitan people saw that Qing Xuzi, a martial arts master in the Central Plains, was forced to retreat step by step by the Khitan, and their pride rose sharply in their hearts. They forgot about the camp they belonged to for a while, and the cheers were thunderous, cheering for Liu Yu one after another.

Qing Xuzi couldn't draw his sword, and he was annoyed and angry in his heart, thinking that if this time was folded in the hands of this thirteen or fourteen-year-old hairy boy, he was afraid that the fame he had worked the rivers and lakes for decades would be in vain.

He frowned, and then thought about it. He pulled out his legs and hurried to the side, luring Liu Yu to chase after him, and at the same time there was a poison-soaked hexagonal iron between his hands. Liu Yu didn't know his tricks, and pressed forward step by step, chasing after him.

Seeing that the time had come, Qing Xuzi swung out his right palm and counterattacked at Liu Yu's chest. Where is Liu Yu willing to retreat, clenching his fists straight up. The two intersected with their fists, and Liu Yu felt a sharp pain on his fist, as if he had been stabbed by something very sharp, and couldn't help screaming.

Qing Xuzi only said that he had been poisoned by his hexagonal iron, and he was overjoyed in his heart. This poison was obtained by him from a cobra that had been starved for three days, and after ordinary people were poisoned, they would fall to the ground after three breaths.

He drew his hand and drew his sword, intending to cut off the head of the reckless boy in front of him with one move, and when the time comes, what "Prairie Eagle" is bullshit, and he Qingxuzi killed the enemy commander in front of the formation, and after avenging the revenge of his junior brother, he will definitely become famous in the grassland, and will be worshiped by his fellow brothers from now on.

Thinking of this, an imperceptible smile floated across his face. However, before the smile could fully bloom, his face froze. He has counted thousands of situations, but he has not counted Liu Yu's invincible body.

Liu Yu not only did not fall, but took advantage of his sword to swing his fist straight up. Qing Xuzi was caught off guard for a while, he was punched in the chest, his body fell backwards, and he felt his blood surging, and his chest hurt and vomited.

However, this pain was only the beginning, and then another surge of energy came and merged with the first force to form an extremely powerful force. He screamed, and his whole body was knocked into the air.

At the critical moment, he spotted a Khitan soldier watching in mid-air, and rushed towards the soldier with both hands, grabbing this person in order to stabilize his body. In a hurry, he had time to retract the hexagonal iron between his fingers.

The Khitan soldier felt his shoulders sink, and was used as a walking crutch by Qing Xuzi. At the same time, he felt a stabbing pain in his shoulder, and his skin had been pierced by Qing Xuzi's hexagonal iron. He screamed, then foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground.

Qing Xuzi coldly glanced at the unconscious soldier on the ground, and then hurried away. Because Liu Yu had already chased after him in a hurry, he couldn't allow him to breathe.

A group of soldiers surrounded the soldier who fell to the ground, and saw black blood gushing out of his wound, and knew that he had been poisoned by Qing Xuzi. These Khitan people hate dirty and despicable things the most, and when they saw Qing Xuzi actually resorting to such dirty methods during the fight, they were furious for a while, and they all pointed at him and scolded.

Qing Xuzi turned a deaf ear, since these Khitans had already scolded him viciously, then he had no scruples, and easily grabbed the two people who scolded the most fiercely from them and threw them at Liu Yu. While Liu Yu was dodging, he finally had the opportunity to pull out the sword in his sheath.

At the same time, his move completely angered these Khitans, and they all stood on Liu Yu's side.

"Kill this dog Taoist!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him, 10,000 pieces!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

At this moment, Qing Xuzi completely fell into the situation of betraying his relatives, but he didn't mind. He was convinced that with the sword in his hand, it would only take a moment to silence these ignorant Khitans. He once used this sword to flatten the famous Taihang Four Heroes in the Central Plains Martial Arts, and the Liu Yu in front of him was just a young eagle that had not yet come out of the nest compared to the Taihang Four Heroes.

He held the sword to pick up and down, left and right, and gave full play to the essence of the Kongtong faction's swordsmanship. The Khitan soldiers who were onlookers, looking at his superb swordsmanship, all stopped and fell into silence for a while.

The grassland is the world of the strong, no matter how despicable the strong is also the strong, as long as he wins the final victory, everyone will forget all the unbearable he once had! Qingxuzi is not a Khitan, but he knows the mystery very well.

His sword was as strong as a sword, and the sword was pressing towards Liu Yu. Liu Yu swung his fist to meet him, but he was never able to get close to Qing Xuzi within three feet, and he fell greatly behind for a while. He saw from a distance a general-like figure approaching the caravan through the sword light of Qing Xuzi's dancing into a shadow. One hand lifted the curtain of the caravan, revealing a thin slit, and instructed the general of the Yelu clan to face to face.

It is estimated that the people in the caravan saw that Liu Yu was far behind, and they thought that they no longer needed so many soldiers to protect them, so they decided to send all the soldiers around them to start a final decisive battle with the Yao Ran clan.

The general raised his arms after the order, and the soldiers of the Yelu clan who were still watching the duel got on their horses one after another, and swept towards the main formation of the Yaolin clan like a whirlwind.

This Khitan general's method of leading the troops made Liu Yu secretly admire, and he thought that he would only inspire the soldiers with a stream of enthusiasm, and when it came to the talents of the generals, it was far inferior to this person. The book "Mirror of the Six Armies" belongs to the art of war of the brave, but he is facing Qing Xuzi's dense sword style at the moment, but he retreats again and again.

Qing Xuzi stepped forward with his right foot, and at the same time, the sword stood out, stabbing directly into Liu Yu's shoulder socket. The direction of his sword is extremely tricky, and it is often extremely difficult for the attacked person to dodge in a hurry. He shouted: "Middle!" Before the words fell, the tip of the sword had already flashed with a little cold star, and a stream of blood came out of Liu Yu's shoulder, shining into a thin line under the intersection of moonlight and firelight.

Liu Yu snorted in pain, and still greeted Qing Xuzi with one punch after another. His calm demeanor made Qing Xuzi really a little surprised. In the Central Plains martial arts, the sword is added, and that is the reason for defeat. At this moment, ordinary people either panicked or immediately retreated and admitted defeat.

Of course, Qing Xuzi never intended to accept Liu Yu's admission of defeat, so he didn't care about his stubborn resistance. He stabbed with a sword, and his moves were endless, which was the famous "mountain rain is coming" in Kongtong swordsmanship.

This is a furious move, so that the sword man must have a strong fighting spirit in his heart to make it in place. He had practiced this trick for many years, and he had long been familiar with it, but he had never made it so hearty at such a moment.

Because, he has long lost the will to fight!

The Central Plains martial arts is a river and lake full of human feelings. Each competition is presided over by a number of predecessors, and if you want to win a competition, martial arts is just one of the small links, and secretly it is a game between celebrities of various sects. Qing Xuzi had been immersed in this kind of martial arts for many years, and after becoming familiar with the doorway, he could no longer arouse his enthusiasm for it.

However, he didn't expect that he would be aroused again in this Khitan grassland, far away from the Central Plains, a wild place in the eyes of martial arts people in the Central Plains. And his opponent was only a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, too immature for him to regard him as an equal opponent.

He held the sword in his hand, fluttering in the sword move of "the mountain rain is coming". The smooth advance made him feel more confident, and he smiled as he swung his sword, "Boy, you won't survive tonight." You have to remember that you are dying on the word 'stupid'. While making a move, he made sarcastic remarks, intending to disturb Liu Yu's mind.

Liu Yu didn't care to speak, the only thought in his heart was to find a gap in Qing Xuzi's sword style, hit his fist over, and hit his chattering mouth.

However, Qing Xuzi's sword style is so dense that the water can't splash in, and the wind can't blow through, so that Liu Yu can't fight back. His mood became heavier and heavier, and the sound of the Yelu clan's army attacking and the defeat of the Yaoran clan's soldiers behind him made his heavy mood a little heavier, and he couldn't help but think, "Why haven't Abao and Atai appeared yet?"

Qing Xuzi faced the battle in front of him, he saw the battle situation at this moment clearly, and his heart was full of ambition, "Tonight will be a night of great victory, and I will be the most dazzling hero of this night." ”

While he swung his sword, he was already thinking about how he would carry the young man's head, bow to the seat of Yelu Shilu, and accept the praise of the new Khitan Khan, which attracted the envious and jealous eyes of countless people.

However, the scene that happened next made his pupils shrink with it. I saw tens of thousands of torches lit up behind the Haruka clan's main formation, and the pungent smell of butter permeated the entire battlefield.

He was secretly shocked in his heart, "This should be the army of the Tibetans, only they use butter to make torches." Why was the Yaoran clan able to get the help of the Tubo people, could it be related to the fact that Prince Zongbu died in the camp of the Yelu clan? The old king of Tubo is looking for Yelu Shilu to seek revenge?"

The next scene on the battlefield was somewhat natural, in front of the Tubo people who suddenly appeared, the Yelu army, which had been fighting fiercely for most of the night, lost their fighting spirit, they retreated one after another, and the nervous shouts of the generals came and went.

Under the pursuit of the people and horses of the Yaoran clan, the soldiers of the Yelu clan were constantly shot off their horses. Liu Yu could even hear that Chi Hu's loud roar was getting closer and closer to him. And the continuous screams should be Chi Hugang wielding a copper hammer to smash one brain after another.

Qing Xuzi didn't care about the situation in front of him, he smiled at Liu Yu and said, "Even if the Yao Yuan clan wins, the one who wins is not you. Those people don't even have time to collect your body, because I will split your limbs and peel off your skin, and no one will be able to recognize your body!"

Brush, brush, brush! Just three swords, his sword had already stabbed three parts of Liu Yu's body, and three strands of blood poured out of Liu Yu's body at the same time, almost indiscriminately.

He smiled brightly, and his smile revealed a bottomless darkness like an abyss, as if connected to death. I saw his sword coming out of the middle, condensing the sword momentum of the first three swords in one place, and stabbing towards Liu Yu's chest with an incomparably powerful momentum.

This move is the famous skill of the Kongtong faction, "three Qinghua and one qi", he believes that once this sword passes, there is no so-called "eagle" on the grassland. The tip of his sword pierced into Liu Yu's chest, and the blood rushed out, which made him extremely happy, and he couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick his somewhat dry lips.

He strained his wrist to make the blade of the sword completely insert into Liu Yu's chest, but found that the hilt of the sword was not moving. It turned out that Liu Yu took advantage of the moment when his sword was inserted into his chest, and actually clamped it tightly with his two fleshy palms.

Qing Xuzi smiled contemptuously, this Liu Yu is really a stupid person, how can he maintain such a posture for a long time? And he nailed his legs to the ground in unison, and his hands were also trapped by his sword, and there was no chance to fight back.

Qing Xuzi secretly used his strength in his hand to push the hilt of the sword forward, but when Liu Yu couldn't hold on any longer, the sword would eventually be inserted into his chest. Qing Xuzi was calm, because he was expecting the sound of the sword inserting into Liu Yu's heart, which would be a "chirp", similar to pinching a cicada to death in summer.

Liu Yu looked at Qing Xuzi with a fierce gaze, he let out a loud shout, and pressed down with all his strength with both palms, pressing Qing Xuzi's sword away. In Qing Xuzi's opinion, this is just another futile effort of a stupid person.

However, before he could laugh, Liu Yu actually bumped his head towards him. Seeing this, only one thought flashed in his heart, "This is not in accordance with the rules of the rivers and lakes!"

This mallet has always been just a way to fight on the streets, who will use it in the martial arts. He wanted to laugh, and then before his mouth could be opened, he was hit by Liu Yu in his lower abdomen, and he was so painful that he couldn't speak. His dantian true qi stagnated, his right hand softened, and the sword fell to the ground with a clatter.

This is not an ordinary head hammer, this is Liu Yu's head hammer with "Lianzhu Jin". Before Qing Xuzi could bend down in order to relieve the sharp pain in his lower abdomen, the whole person had already flown straight backwards. Behind him was the same caravan that had been parked all the time.

At this moment, a long sword broke through the curtain of the caravan and silently stretched out. He felt a chill in his back, and looked down to see a shiny tip of a sword peeking out of his chest. The sword was then retracted, and he lost his support and fell limply to the ground, but he could not breathe for a moment.

He struggled to raise his head from the ground, looked at Liu Yu with difficulty, and said unwillingly: "I should have won you, but you didn't conform to the rules of the rivers and lakes! )