Li Xin'an was very familiar with the man's voice. He turned around in horror. In front of him was a face with a smile.
"Mr. Su!"
Ye Qinglan reluctantly got up from the ground. When she saw that it was Su Xiu, she couldn't help but be stunned.
Su Xiu nodded to them and said, "Now is not the time to speak, you can go first."
The boxer shook his wrist and said expressionlessly: "It depends on whether you have the ability!"
After speaking, the female master flashed to Su Xiu's head like a ghost and slashed down on her head.
Su Xiu was calm and did not dodge or avoid. He stretched out his two fingers and actually pinched the female master's knife directly.
The boxer jumped on Li Xin'an's shoulder, condensed into a fist, and the iron fist brought out a series of afterimages. It was impossible to tell which one was his real killing move for a while.
Su Xiu glared suddenly, and the dead trees reborn in spring and green leaves swirled rapidly, like darts, piercing at the two of them.
The female master wanted to pull out the knife, but Su Xiu only had two fingers, so she could not shake it no matter how much strength she had. At no time, she could only abandon the knife and use her hand as a knife to break the attacking green leaves one by one.
Two big holes were cut from behind the boxer. He did not avoid Su Xiu's attack, but instead tried to defeat Su Xiu at the risk of death.
Su Xiu threw away the short sword that the female master gave up. When he reached the boxer's skill, his hands quickly made several marks on his chest. In an instant, the entire alley was filled with dark red smoke.
In the smoke, there was something like someone crying.
"Brother Li, what kind of martial arts is this?" Ye Qinglan asked blankly. He had never heard of such martial arts in the world, and could not help but be stunned.
"I don't know either." Li Xin'an shook his head. Su Xiu's exposure today has broken all Li Xin'an's perception of Su Xiu.
A Confucian scholar with a strong affair and a warrior who can oppress two second-grade high-ranking masters. Li Xin'an could not combine these two identities with Su Xiu.
"Let's go!" Li Xin'an suddenly said.
"Why?" Ye Qinglan was puzzled, "Mr. Su is obviously the upper hand now, so there will be no problem."
Li Xin'an said: "Mr. Su is concerned about us. We are here, and he cannot use his skills with all his strength. Now it seems that those two people can't do anything to Mr. Su, but they all go to Mr. Su's vital points with each move, and the two cooperate very well. If they drag on this, Mr. Su will lose sooner or later."
"Only Mr. Su can let go of his hands and feet after we leave."
He twisted his fingertips, and the dark red smoke made his fingers burn violently.
"Mr. Su, what is your identity..."
Seeing Li Xin'an and Ye Qinglan withdrawing from here, Su Xiu smiled and said, "It's considered leaving."
"You seem to be very happy?" said the boxer coldly, "Your methods are nothing but that, and you can't beat us!"
"Kill you first, then kill him."
The female master had already taken back the short knife, and she and the boxer attacked Su Xiu one after another.
The narrow alley gradually became bigger, and the three of them kept fighting, laying stones after stone on both sides of the walls. Gradually, they could accommodate three people together.
The boxer punched it out, and Su Xiu turned his head and flashed through the wall that was about to collapse behind Su Xiu, revealing the huge room inside.
That is the newly expanded warehouse of Dali Temple.
Su Xiu let the short sword from the female master Kan and floated into the Dali Temple warehouse.
The dark red smoke also entered, rendering the warehouse into a dark red space.
The boxer suddenly stepped on the ground and rushed towards Su Xiu like an arrow. The female master was ready to go behind him. The powerful internal force shook the dark red smoke. Just when Su Xiu revealed his flaws, he would immediately follow him and smash him into pieces.
Su Xiu held his breath and concentrated at this time, spread his arms, and drew a strange yin and yang circle on his chest.
The boxer's iron fist has arrived in front of him.
A figure suddenly appeared in the dark red smoke, and the figure stretched out a punch and knocked the boxer back.
"So he is a wise man!" The boxer sneered, "How dare you take out the illusion of incomprehensible magic?"
"If I were a martial arts warlock, could I stop you for so long?" Su Xiu said lightly.
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Behind him, figures gradually appeared in the dark red smoke.
They are tall, as tall as two adults, with slender necks but cannot see the face clearly.
A shrill wailing sounded from the face of the person who could not see clearly.
"Two, be careful!"
Su Xiu raised his knees with one leg, and the other leg was weighed on the ground, floating in the air, his hands constantly changing in front of his chest, and he pinched one magic trick after another.
The light and shadows changed, and in the blink of an eye, they came to the two of them.
Both the boxer and the female master felt the scorching waves emitted from the figure and couldn't help but shout:
"There is no law! How can you use the form of no law in Chang'an!"
Su Xiu did not answer. He closed his eyes lightly and slowly uttered three words:
"Flowing Cloud Fist."
The dark red figures punched one by one, and slowly, the entire space seemed to shake, oppressing the boxer and the female master.
The two of them felt that their internal organs were boiling. The fists of those figures were completely illusory, but when they hit them, they felt a scorching pain.
What suppressed them was not these dark red figures, but this space under Su Xiu's control.
"A crooked way! The cult dog thief was killed!"
The female master suddenly started to be crazy, bleeding from all the orifices, resisting Su Xiu's suppression, and lifting a knife toward him.
A huge sword shadow appeared in the air, and the boxer shouted heart-wrenchingly: "Shancha, no!"
The female master's knife did not slash it. She flew backwards in the air and sprayed blood all the way out.
But this was enough. Before the sword shadow dissipated, the sword aura brought up pushed Su Xiu back to the ground, and then shattered the warehouse in half.
Su Xiu's offensive came to an abrupt end. He looked at the unconscious female master, shook his head, and sighed:
"Why is this necessary? I don't mean to kill the two. As long as you don't kill Liu Tailai and Li Xin'an, I can let the two leave."
The boxer beloved to hold the female master into his arms. When he heard that Su Xiu was dazzling, he turned his head viciously, stared at Su Xiu, and gritted his teeth and said:
"The cult thief also has the face to say such high-sounding words! I thought Li Chu was so kind, but it turned out that his subordinates were all such people."
"My husband and I are irreconcilable with you!"
Su Xiu shook his head helplessly: "You are a cult dog thief, I have not done anything to harm the people. I don't know what conflicts and grudges you have with the cult, but don't expose your anger on me."
"Li Xin'an and Ye Qinglan must have run away, and the saint almost knows about this. You can't kill Liu Tai. Take the time to go back and report."
"At least I can kill you!"
The boxer's forehead bulged with blue veins, and he placed the female master flat on the ground and headed straight for Su Xiu.
"It's stubborn and unscrupulous. The people from Dali Temple are about to arrive. Are you not afraid of being caught?"
Su Xiu bravely met and fought with the boxer.
It seemed that the female master was seriously injured, which turned the boxer's grief and anger into strength. Su Xiu felt that every move of the boxer was faster, stronger, and more fierce than before.
He was not good at close combat, and at this moment, the boxer seemed to be fighting with him to the end. The footsteps of soldiers from Dali Temple outside were getting closer and closer. Su Xiu had no leisure and elegance to accompany him to continue fighting.
Su Xiu opened his arms and closed them, and the dark red smoke that filled the entire alley was held in his sleeves.
He simply opened the fist that the boxer hit, and he moved and slashed his palm on the boxer's chest.
The violent burning sensation made the boxer kneel and wail. His body quickly showed edema acne and blue-red patches. The boxer pulled the corners of his mouth and said with difficulty:
"Thousands of Poison Palm, it turns out you are..."
"Shh, keep silent." Su Xiu narrowed his eyes and said softly.
The boxer gritted his teeth and stood up, picked up the female master, and fled to the door.
Su Xiu shook his sleeves, walked to the broken wall, and looked up to the direction of the northern palace.
He spat bloody saliva and left here.
Soldiers from Dali Temple
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We were just late, looking at the messy warehouse, looking at each other, and losing our minds.
...
Inside the palace.
The saint Li Longji was sitting in a pavilion, wrapped in a robe, and chatting with the imperial concubine.
If the air is cold today, you will have to start winter when you see it. The houses in the palace are as hot as stoves. The saints are getting older and cannot stand the cold or the heat, so they go out for a walk if they have nothing to do.
Just as he was talking to the imperial concubine, a white-haired old man beside the saint said in surprise and looked southwest.
The saint turned his head and looked, "What's wrong with the emperor?"
The old man shook his head, "Someone is making a fuss and wants to force himself to open up and have no way of doing things, so it's okay."
"These people in the martial arts world really don't know how powerful they are. Chang'an doesn't have to be anywhere else, so how can they be arrogant? It's time to rectify them well. At the beginning, Li Xiang advised me, but I didn't agree, now..."
When talking about the name that should not be discussed, the words of the saint Li Longji came to an abrupt end.
"Now is a good time for peace and prosperity. What do you do?" The saint shook his head, "Uncle, you can do this matter well, and knock on those rangers."
"The old minister follows the order."
...
In front of the gate of Dali Temple.
The people in the Blood Clothing Hall gathered together with Ye Qinglan's guards.
Li Xin'an handed Ye Qinglan to Ye Xiang's hand, waved his hand, and signaled them to leave.
Ye Qinglan said weakly: "Brother Li, can you find a way to let me kill the traitor Yang Guozhong?"
When the Ye family heard his son say this, their faces changed and they hurriedly covered Ye Qinglan's mouth.
The few people in the Blood Clothes Hall looked as usual and there was nothing unusual. After all, they often say such words when they were drunk.
Li Xin'an curled the corners of his mouth and said, "It's too early to go now. Ye Qi, you have a good rest. We will find the two killers sooner or later to kill them."
Ye Qinglan nodded, got on the carriage with the support of the Ye family guards, and drove away from Dali Temple.
On the carriage, Ye Xiang said worriedly: "Young Master, you are crazy, you dare to say that kind of thing!"
Ye Qinglan gritted his teeth and said, "The people we disappeared in Shangzhou City have been confirmed. They were killed by Yang Guozhong!"
Ye Xiang was shocked all over, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Young Master, please send someone to send a message back to the Ye family. This is not something we can interfere."
"The enemy is right in front of me. You told me to do nothing?" Ye Qinglan roared, and then started coughing violently.
Ye Xiang hurriedly patted Ye Qinglan on the back, making him feel angry and said:
"Young Master, if you want to take revenge, you have to contact us inevitably... Your Highness, I have also met Mr. Li today. Your Highness has recruited masters from the world over the years. Mr. Li, who is a great disciple of the Sword Saint of the Tang Dynasty, has also worked hard for others. Don't you think there is anything wrong with this?"
"Young Master, our Ye family has not completely served Your Highness and has a way out. The head of the family has not yet made a statement, so he will wait for this trip to Chang'an before making an idea. If you have too much connection with Your Highness here, we will have to tie you up with Your Highness. If something happens, the Ye family will not be able to escape!"
Ye Xiangyu said earnestly: "Young Master, we must avenge you, but it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and now is not a good time."
Ye Qinglan glanced at him and said lightly: "Ye Xiang, if you are afraid, you can take people back to the Ye family. Although for the sake of the family, I should not deny your words. But I have been holding it in my house for so long, and the youth's spirit when I was a child was almost wiped out. I don't want to become a person like my father so soon, and I want to be prouder."
"I can't sleep or eat if I don't get revenge."
"I envy Li Xin'an very much. He doesn't have to be pinned down by his master Pei Min's name. He doesn't have so many concerns and can do what he wants."
"I can see that Li Xin'an is not simple. His hands are stained with the lives of many people and the lives of many damn people. When I was pampered, I also thought about how happy I could be!"
"Ye Xiang, I have decided that these days, you and Qu Gang will teach me martial arts. After I finish the work of the Ministry of Revenue, I will not go home."
Ye Xiang thought for a while, Zhan Yan smiled and said, "Young Master, you finally showed some ambitions."
"The head of the family has given me an explanation and entered Chang'an. If you want to stay, as you wish."