After a disagreement, Zhao Qiandu was furious, and the anger that had been building up for three months finally burst out.
step,
Bow down,
Draw the knife.
The sound of the airflow 'whimpering' is like a ghost crying.
The snow-white sword light set off a bone-chilling chill, slashing straight at him like mercury pouring down the ground.
Just like he has killed everyone before, he will split the man in front of him in half!
This sword is different from the previous sword. The murderous intention on it almost reflects the will of its master.
If you don’t tell me, I’ll hit you until you tell me!
"Old thing..."
Under the reflection of the cold sword light, An Qisheng's face was extremely cold, and murderous intent arose in his heart.
He had long known that warriors in this world were extremely indifferent to human life, but because of the slightest suspicion, he brazenly attacked an old man who was very likely to be seriously injured. This also shows how wild and cruel he is on weekdays.
It can be seen from this that the so-called twelve chain docks behind it are definitely not a good thing.
boom!
The moment the sword light burst out, An Qisheng stepped down suddenly!
As soon as he stepped on the ground, his strength burst out.
It seemed like an old elephant was drinking water by the river, neighing when he stepped on it, and suddenly there seemed to be thunder in the yard!
boom!
The bluestone-paved floor in front of the house exploded, and the gravel bounced up like hidden weapons flying wildly.
"Um?"
The moment the floor shattered, Zhao Qiandu's feet swayed, and he felt a strange force spreading toward him from the shaking earth.
Caught off guard, his sword light was slightly chaotic.
At this moment, a loud noise came from the air.
Collapse~
An Qisheng was seen raising his arm lightly, and the tense tendons all over his body seemed to be superimposed on strong bows, and his body immediately shot out like an arrow.
The fist was like an arrow, like a bullet, like a cannonball, it suddenly penetrated through the fleeting gap.
Stab~
As soon as the blade passed by, An Qisheng's entire sleeve was twisted into pieces and flying.
But his fist tore through the air flow and hit Zhao Qiandu hard between the eyebrows!
The strong wind howls and the air current screams.
Zhao Qiandu's eyelids trembled wildly, and he had no doubt that this punch could knock out his brain.
His sword only needs to be cut horizontally, and he will definitely be able to cut the old ghost into two pieces first, but it is also very likely that he will be hit between the eyebrows with a punch.
Die together with an old guy who is half buried in the ground?
The thought flashed past.
As Zhao Qiandu's internal energy surged, he quickly retreated to avoid the direct punch.
At the same time, the retreating sword stabbed forward, piercing An Qisheng's throat like a sword.
But once it is vigorous, it will weaken again, and it will be exhausted after three times.
He missed with this sword, and the second sword thrust forward again, which was far less swift and brutal than the first sword.
"Ah!"
An Qisheng's eyes were clear and his heart was clear.
Facing the direct stabbing knife, he just turned his body and the snow-white knife passed by his face.
Senhan's old profile was reflected on the blade.
And the punch he punched, until now, still had no change in angle at all, it was still straight and straight like a gun!
Buzz!
Suddenly, Zhao Qiandu seemed to have seen the most terrifying scene in the world, and endless terror instantly filled his mind.
The sword light suddenly became scattered.
And his body paused, but there was no chance to dodge.
"I......"
He wanted to say something else, but the forward punch hit him right between the eyebrows.
boom!
Under the huge impact, Zhao Qiandu's feet lifted off the ground, flying up to a height of ten feet, with red and white flying.
His cold facial features were beaten as if they were kneaded dumpling wrappers.
"Plop"
In the flying snow, Zhao Qiandu's body fell heavily to the ground, and the hot blood dyed the ground red.
At this point, his body is still squirming.
An Qisheng slowly retracted his fist and looked calm.
Since the opening of the Dao Yitu, his mental power has skyrocketed again, and his fists already have a heart and a spirit.
In other words, it is the god of fists that Wang Zhixuan once mentioned.
A casual punch already contained all of his spirit.
"This madman..."
Zhao Qiandu was killed with one punch, but there was no trace of joy on An Qisheng's face.
Zhao Qiandu said that he came from Twelve Links Station.
As far as he knew, the Twelve Links of Wushu was a bitter cold land in the far north of Dafeng, a large force outside the Great Wall bordering the Golden Wolf Kingdom, and there were many masters among them.
It is not a happy thing to mess with such a force for nothing, even if that force is thousands of miles away from here.
But Zhao Qiandu acted wildly and cruelly, and even if he let him go, he might not be able to turn his enemy into a friend.
If you let him go this time, he will probably be your enemy next time.
On the contrary, it is better to kill him now, at least his thoughts will be clearer.
That is to say, the strength is not enough, otherwise it would be the cleanest thing to run thousands of miles now and uproot those twelve chain docks.
The thought flashed through his mind that he had been beaten to death, but he had no regrets.
It's just that the soldiers came to cover up the water and the earth.
He leaned down and picked up Zhao Qiandu's long knife first. He shook it slightly, and the cold light spread like waves on the long knife.
With a flick, the buzzing sound started loudly and lasted for a long time.
"A good knife. This knife is probably much more valuable than all the weapons in that weapons shop put together."
An Qisheng's eyes brightened slightly. He was the most proficient in Baji Quan. In Baji Sect, big guns and knives were absolute killers. His sword skills were not much worse than his marksmanship.
As soon as he got it, he knew that this knife was a good knife that could really be regarded as a sharp weapon.
Unfortunately, I can't hold this knife.
"Master, you, you killed someone again..."
In the room, Zhang Haohao pressed his junior sister's head down and took a look.
There were seven or eight corpses in front of him who had died in horrible conditions from last time, so he was not so afraid at this time.
"Go back to the house!"
While An Qisheng was talking, his men kept moving and almost stripped Zhao Qiandu clean.
Zhao Qiandu is worthy of being a disciple of the sect, and his wealth is unparalleled by ordinary people. He does not have a fifty-tael banknote, and has six banknotes of a hundred tael.
A few pieces of broken silver, a bag of gold leaves, a fine jade pendant, a mutton-fat white jade ring, three bottles of unknown elixirs, and finally, a secret book.
"Twelve consecutive sword manuals..."
An Qisheng glanced at it and turned everything into his arms.
After thinking about it, he raised his foot again, stepped on his head, and spat out his strength again.
It is guaranteed that even if a man from heaven comes down to earth, it is impossible to save him.
"Master..."
Turning around, the two little guys carrying large and small bags had already run into the yard.
"Why did you come out?"
An Qisheng frowned.
"Master, let's run away! Nanliang City is too dangerous. How long has it been before there are so many people coming to kill us?"
Jiang Tingting is pitiful.
So many people died last time, but it scared her.
"Yeah yeah."
Zhang Haohao nodded repeatedly and looked at An Qisheng's bulging Taoist robes with great concern:
"This man is so rich, he is also a thief. If he is not a thief, we will be caught..."
"Okay, let's take our things back. Who said we wanted to escape?"
An Qisheng looked gloomy:
"You have forgotten, Master, I am seriously injured. As the arrests from the six gates can testify, this person is not something I can kill, Master..."
Although Zhao Qiandu died quickly, this man was a master who had already entered the realm of internal training. His internal strength may not be as deep as that of Taoist Wang Quan before, but with a sword in his hand, his combat power was even greater.
He is a sick man, can you kill him?
"ah?"
The two little guys were stunned, looking at their master as if they were looking at a monster.
Can it still be like this?
"Ahem."
An Qisheng coughed lightly and his body suddenly became rickety.
The two little guys opened their eyes wide, watching helplessly as the redness on their master's face disappeared and turned into a sallow gray, and their bright eyes became dull and cloudy.
The skin that was already tight suddenly became loose again.
In the blink of an eye, he turned into a dying old man.
If any great boxer with Xuanxing Huajin saw it, he would know that this is a method of inner boxing that contains vitality. Once it is started, the heartbeat, pulse, and even the peristalsis of the internal organs will all fall to the bottom.
Although this method is not perfect, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can see through.
At least, it is absolutely impossible for anyone in Nanliang County to see through his concealment.
Even if Tieshan used his inner strength to explore again, he could only see that his injuries had improved, but he still couldn't have the strength to kill Nei Lian.
This plan was determined in an instant when he had the murderous intention.
"Go, go report the crime..."
An Qisheng weakly pointed at Zhang Haohao.
"oh oh......."
Zhang Haohao was a little confused. It wasn't until An Qisheng said it again that he realized what he was saying and ran out in a daze.
"Tingting."
An Qisheng thought for a while and took out all the things in his arms:
"Go, wrap these things up and find a safe place to bury them..."
"Master, you look so scary."
Jiang Tingting hugged An Qisheng's thigh, her eyes popping straight out:
"It's the same as before... Wuwu..."
"Tingting don't cry."
The big hand with saggy skin caused by the condensation of all the energy and blood touched the apprentice's little head. An Qisheng smiled softly:
"Master, this is just pretending. It's not like this. Don't be afraid."
"Uh-huh......"
Jiang Tingting cried for a long time before picking up a bag of gold and silver and ran to the backyard.
"This knife is fine..."
An Qisheng said regretfully, but his expression didn't change much. He pressed the blade with one arm, and with a burst of force, he suddenly broke the sharp-edged sword.
God is good.
Not long after Zhang Haohao ran to report the crime, snowflakes began to fall in the sky again. Dots of white snow decorated the city and fell in the yards of every household.
By the time the government officials from Nanliang City arrived, Zhao Qiandu's hardened body was already covered with a thin layer of snow.
The yamen servant who walked in under the leadership of Zhang Haohao glanced at the hunched-over An Qisheng in the courtyard that looked like ruins, and couldn't help but sigh:
"Old Taoist Master, why is it you again?"
"Ahem"
An Qisheng coughed lightly and was about to speak when a tall figure pushed through the crowd and walked in.
Tieshan glanced at the corpse, his eyes lingered on the broken long knife for a moment, and he looked straight at An Qisheng:
"Taoist Master, how did this person die?"
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