Longevity begins with slaying demons and eliminating demons

Gu Xu thought about it, and felt that what the white-haired boy said was quite reasonable.

Using one's own strengths to attack others' weaknesses is really a bit of a bully.

So, he put the "body-binding talisman" that he planned to use into "Xianyunju".

Then he took out another talisman, and with a thought, it turned into a three-foot long sword.

Gu Xu has almost never practiced martial arts.

Because of this, the movement of him holding the long sword and preparing to block fell into Harabar's eyes, and there were flaws everywhere.

Harabar was also a little confused by his actions.

From Harabar's point of view, this man in Tsing Yi was obviously an unfathomable magic master, and at a distance of more than ten meters, he was able to make his own clansmen stumble, and everyone was extremely aggrieved.

But why did he choose to fight in close quarters and compete with himself with his clumsy swordsmanship?

"Could it be that this guy doesn't really have any real skills," Harabar secretly guessed in his mind, "All his terrifying moves just now were performed by relying on the talisman magic weapon given to him by his father?

"If that's the case, then he shouldn't be too difficult to deal with."

While thinking this way, he raised the scimitar high and slashed fiercely at Gu Xu's head.

Gu Xu held the sword across his forehead in an awkward posture, trying to resist Harabar's fatal attack.

Harabar looked at him more and more contemptuously—this kid has thin arms and legs, and he doesn't even hold his sword in the right posture. How dare he try to block his thunderous wolf howling sword?

However, at this moment, something unexpected happened——

Suddenly, there was a convulsive, convulsive pain in Harabar's calf, which made his legs tense, and the scimitar in his hand deviated from the direction, passing Gu Xu.

Harabar frowned and grunted in pain.He really couldn't understand why he suddenly had leg cramps at this critical moment of the battle.

After all, as an outstanding warrior on the grassland, he has meticulous control over every inch of flesh and blood in his body.Cramps have not happened to him for many years.

He circulated Qi and blood, quickly relieving the severe pain in his legs.

Soon, his power suddenly rose, and his body burst out with a ferocious aura like a giant beast.

I saw him stepping forward with one foot, kicking on the ground to follow, the blue veins on his right arm holding the handle of the knife stood out, making the beast pattern tattooed on his arm look even more terrifying.

He swung the scimitar, drew a cold arc in the air, and pointed it at Gu Xu's throat.

Under this sharp knife intent, the sedges swaying all around were chopped off in half, and the cut surface was as smooth and flat as top-grade porcelain.

At this moment, Gu Xu was holding the hilt of his sword in both hands, stepping backward clumsily - in Harabar's view, his posture was even more ridiculous than the children who had just started practicing martial arts in the lowland tribe.

However, before Harabar's blade touched Gu Xu's skin, an accident happened again.

Harabar's forward toes hit a raised rock heavily, making his balance unstable, and he fell to the ground with a "bang".

Harabar grew increasingly resentful.

He really couldn't understand why a fighter with such outstanding martial arts skills like himself would make such an extremely low-level mistake as "stumbling over a stone" during the fight.

"This man in Tsing Yi is a bit evil," he thought to himself, "I feel like my luck will be very bad in front of him."

When Harabar got up from the ground, Gu Xu took out a "body-binding talisman" and tied him up, and then used spells to seal his blood so that he could not move.

"I want to ask you a few questions," Gu Xu said, "If you answer me honestly, I can spare you."

Hearing his words, Harabar looked bewildered.

Gu Xu realized that the Qi Dynasty and the Northwest Wasteland did not speak the same language.

So he took out a piece of talisman paper from "Xianyunju", quickly drew a "common knowledge talisman", stuck it on his body, and then repeated what he said just now.

Harabar stared at him with eyes like copper bells, expressing an attitude of preferring death to submission.

Gu Xu chuckled, and did not respond immediately, but pointed at the barbarians stuck in the mud.

Accompanied by the splash of blood, the heads of half of them fell to the ground like overripe watermelons, while the other half's faces were pale and terrified, begging Gu Xu for mercy.

"I'll answer whatever you ask!" Seeing the deaths of the clansmen one after another, Harabar's expression changed 180 degrees in an instant, "Please let my clansmen go!"

Gu Xu's smile seemed more cheerful.

He waved lightly.

Harabar just felt dizzy for a while.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that the heads of his clansmen were still properly placed on their necks, and there was no blood splattered around them.They are still struggling in the mud pile.

It turned out that everything that happened just now was just his hallucination!

"Big man, tell me, who are worthy of attention on this grassland."

"The strongest man on the grassland is naturally the shaman on the holy mountain." Speaking of shaman, Harabar couldn't help showing reverence and longing on his face. Powerful, is recognized as the patron saint of all tribes in the grassland.

"They don't participate in the disputes among the tribes, but every tribe will respect their opinions. Even the Khan who is elected must climb the holy mountain and get their approval—"

"—Your Khan was elected?" Gu Xu raised his eyebrows and interrupted him.

"That's right," Harabar replied, "A long time ago, the great wolf god sent an oracle, saying that only the strongest warriors are worthy to lead the brave steppe people.

"So after the death of the current Khan, all the tribes will gather under the holy mountain, choose their best individuals, and start a duel under the witness of the shamans. The final winner will become the new leader of the grassland."

Hearing his description, Gu Xu secretly sighed in his heart. He just felt that this way of competing for Khan was really in line with the usual style of respecting the strong on the grassland.

His gaze fell on Harabar again, looking him up and down.

"If I'm not mistaken," he asked, "you're going to the holy mountain to fight for the Khan right?"

After possessing the supernatural power of "Destiny", his foreknowledge has improved to a higher level. With the help of the astrolabe, many times he can glimpse some vague future without special divination and chanting.

Harabar nodded.

"The great Khan of Altan, who took the lead in the battle with you Qi people, was seriously injured. The shaman asserted that he had only one month to live at most," he replied, "I long to be like him, A king and hero who was born on the battlefield and died on the battlefield."

Gu Xu chuckled: "A future Khan who will trip over stones is really interesting."

Harabar was furious.

But under the restraint of the rope, he couldn't punch Gu Xu with his fist, so he could only silently endure the other party's ridicule.

"By the way, your energy and blood cultivation seems to be at most at the level of a monk in the fourth realm of Daqi," Gu Xu continued to ask, "Can you also be a Khan?
"If all of your candidates have this kind of strength, then Daqi can come to a general soldier at random, and he can take all of you in one pot!"

Harabar was even angrier.

However, as the opponent's prisoner, he could only swallow his anger and say: "Those who become khans will receive the 'blessing of the wolf god'. When the saints of Qi come, they may not be able to win."