Under the crimson moonlight, a white robe floated over.
"Mingtang......"
An Qisheng's expression changed slightly, but he was not surprised.
When he entered the Dream Iron Mountain, he had noticed that Mingtang seemed to have a deep desire for the soul-stealing demonic skill.
But he didn't care too much, instead he felt happy.
Mingtang's arrival can actually get his plan that was interrupted by Hui Guo back on track, but today, he has to leave a deep impression on him...
"The chief arrester of the third rank of the six gates, Mingtang?"
Dongmen Ruo and Zhao Yanyan looked at each other, and their expressions changed.
The six gates have a long history, longer than the history of the Dafeng Dynasty, and are a great deterrent to the martial arts people living on this land.
Although in recent years, the inner court of the Dafeng Dynasty launched two factories, the East and the West, which dispersed many rights.
An is still the most powerful violent organization along with Jin Yiwei.
And the third-level chief arrester must be a master who has condensed the seed of true energy!
"Jishen Sect Dongmen Ruo, Worshiping Moon Villa Zhao Yanyan..."
Mingtang glanced at several people, and his eyes were fixed on An Qisheng, especially on his white hair.
White hair, black clothes...
Could it be this person?
"What's the point of arresting the headman here?"
Dongmen Ruo was wary and asked calmly.
Throughout the dynasties, the relationship between the martial arts community and the imperial court has been extremely poor. As a member of the martial arts community, I am naturally wary of court hawks like Liumen.
Especially this is a third-grade chief arrester.
Among the six gates, there are nine levels of catching, the fourth level is achieved by exchanging blood, and the third level is achieved by condensing the true energy.
There were nearly ten thousand police officers in the entire six gates, but they could only arrest thirteen people.
Really high authority.
"Dong Menruo, you are late. Kong San, the abandoned disciple of your Ji Shen Sect, was killed a few days ago."
Mingtang said lightly.
The six sects monitor the world's martial arts world, and each sect sends out talented disciples who are recorded in the books. Kong San before his defection did not have this qualification, but if Dongmen is a rising star of Jishen Sect and an elite disciple who has achieved great success in his twenties, he naturally cannot do not know.
"Kong San?"
Dongmenruo's eyes flashed and he snorted coldly: "It's a good death."
Naturally, he didn't come here for Kong San. He was still traveling around the world when Kong San defected. He didn't come to Ronghua Mansion to clean up the family.
In fact, it was only at this moment that he realized that Kong San was not fleeing beyond the Great Wall...
"It's a pity that the person was not killed by me."
Mingtang expressed deep regret.
"Haha, that's such a shame."
Dongmen Ruo looked cold.
He didn't care about Kong San's life or death. It would be better if he died, but he was just an abandoned disciple.
"Mr. Ming has evil intentions in arresting us. Could it be that Senior Brother Zhao and I have violated your family's royal laws again?"
Zhao Yanyan clenched the two daggers in his hands, which were as transparent as the moon, and asked calmly.
"That's not true. Everyone can kill the bandits. Not only are you two innocent, but you can also go to the government to collect the reward. I am not here for you this time."
Mingtang's eyes shifted and took a deep look at An Qisheng, especially the white hair:
"May I ask what I call this friend?"
"hehe."
An Qisheng smiled faintly, but ignored Mingtang's inquiry and turned to look at Dong Menruo:
"You two, this is the only way to say goodbye."
"Brother An, you..."
Dongmenruo frowned, then Mingtang's target was An Qisheng?
Zhao Yanyan suddenly asked:
"May I ask Mr. Ming, which king's law has Shaoxia An violated? Could you help me?"
"Um?"
Mingtang frowned and then replied expressionlessly:
"No comment."
The matter of the soul-stealing demonic skill must not be spread, otherwise many people in the martial arts world will come after hearing the news.
Once chaos breaks out in Ronghua Mansion, it will not be a good thing.
"No comment, or do you want to accuse me? The Six Doors are becoming more and more overbearing."
Dongmenruo stood up slowly, his face slightly unkind:
"When you arrested several of my senior brothers from six gates, you seemed to have said you had no comment?"
"Those senior brothers of yours dare to attack and kill officials because they think they have martial arts skills. They are just willing to die!"
Mingtang looked indifferent:
"Do you two also want to give it a try?"
"you!"
If Dongmen is furious, his long sword will tremble and he will take action.
"Senior Brother Dongmen......"
Zhao Yanyan held his arm and shook his head slightly.
Behind the six doors is the imperial court.
Over the past few decades, as Dafeng's national power has increased, the Six Gates have become more and more feared by people in the martial arts world.
In recent years, Luo Zhi has arrested martial arts masters on various charges.
If Dongmen takes action at this time, he will play into his hands.
"Brother Dongmen."
An Qisheng stood up slowly, the cold iron gun buzzed in his palm, making a vibrating sound like a bell hitting:
"Farewell!"
Qiang~
Before the words could be heard, there was a loud sound of violent friction between the cold iron and the airflow.
Zhao Yanyan looked up and saw An Qisheng moving forward without retreating. He raised the spear trailing behind him and swung out the shadow of the spear all over the sky!
The buzzing sound of thousands of gun shadows at the same time was like thunder, rushing towards Mingtang with overwhelming force.
It's obviously just a single person with a single gun, but it seems like thousands of people are charging together.
The momentum is extremely majestic!
"It's really you."
Feeling the familiar energy, Mingtang's pupils shrank.
Shadows of guns waved across the sky, and a short knife suddenly appeared in Mingtang's arm.
The knife is only two feet long, its color is restrained, but it is not straight and seems to be curved.
Zheng~
Amid the sound of gun shadows piercing the air, shaking like wind and thunder, the sound of swords clanging was melodious and long, like the roar of an old man on a stage.
A sword was swung, but a light seemed to bloom suddenly.
As soon as the sword light was raised, a scorching feeling seemed to rise between heaven and earth. The snow-white sword light came through the air. Under the fierce friction between the air flow and the blade, a layer of light red suddenly appeared on the short sword.
Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
The sound of gold and iron clashing instantly drowned out all the noise.
The shadows of spears all over the sky seemed to instantly dissipate in the sky, and in the billowing air currents, the spears trembled, as straight as an angry dragon.
Under the shadow of spears all over the sky, it was just a stab in the middle!
when!
There was a loud bang.
Mingtang's white clothes flew back, and the dust beneath his feet rose.
In front of him, the spear tip and the blade faced each other, causing ripples of air waves one after another.
The night wind was very light, but the air current at this time was very strong. Dust was scattered all around, and grains of earth, stone, and sand were scattered in all directions. A little further away, old trees were rustling, shaking off the remaining snow and withered yellow leaves.
"Infuriating..."
After a collision, An Qisheng's body was galloping like a swimming dragon, with his two-foot-long spear moving around him, like a ferocious black dragon coiling around his body, and occasionally delivering vicious blows.
At the same time, he frowned secretly in his heart.
During the fight with Yu Huiguo, he had already discovered that after condensing the true energy seed, the true energy was much more destructive than the internal force, which was very different from the feeling when he fought against Kong San.
Kong San's internal energy was extremely strong, but once the impact of the internal energy spread, the damage to him was extremely limited.
But Zhenqi is different. With his current physique, he can still defeat his internal strength with a spear of two feet.
Moreover, after each collision, there was a stinging sensation in both arms that felt like needle pricks. As the number of collisions increased, it would spread to the whole body.
With his physique and the long spear as an extension, he would not be seriously injured in one go.
But in the end, I still suffered a loss.
"The internal strength is very thin, but the physique is extremely amazing. Is this person practicing horizontal and hard skills? It seems that he has not learned the Heavenly Yiduo Lingjing... Yes, it has only been a few days, there is no way he can learn it Know this magic skill!"
Mingtang felt clear in his heart, knowing that this was his best chance.
With the physique of the person in front of him being even more powerful than his own, once his internal strength is raised, condensing his energy is as simple as eating and drinking.
By then, I'm afraid I won't be my opponent anymore.
Immediately, his men became more anxious, waving the sword like a violent storm, and the true energy in his body was beating endlessly.
"Want a quick victory?"
An Qisheng sneered in his heart amid the shadows of guns filling the sky.
Both the short sword and the long spear have their own advantages and disadvantages, but in this open place in the mountains and forests, his advantage is undoubtedly greater. If the short sword meets the long spear head-on, he will also suffer.
It is not easy for him to win quickly, and it is impossible for Mingtang to win quickly.
Zhengzhengzheng~~~
The sounds of swords and guns clashing came one after another. The two started a fierce battle in front of the mountain stronghold. The ground shook wherever they passed, earth and rocks flew everywhere, and smoke billowed.
For a moment, under the crimson moonlight, all that could be seen was the light of swords and shadows of guns, the silhouettes of people flashing, and the air currents roaring and stirring, but they gradually moved away.
"Who is this An Qisheng?"
Before leaving the village, Dongmen Ruo and Zhao Yanyan looked at each other, and they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
Whether it is the evil monk Huiguo or the third-rank chief catcher Mingtang of the Six Sects, they are all long-established masters who have condensed the seeds of true energy.
How could An Qisheng, who had no family or sect and no deeds, be able to fight on par with these two people?
"The world is so big, it is common for senior masters to live in seclusion in the mountains and fields and pass down their martial arts skills."
Zhao Yanyan shook his head slightly.
"I can only ask after the next meeting. I believe that such a person will soon become famous all over the world."
Dong Menruo frowned slightly, recalling An Qisheng's martial arts skills.
But still found nothing.
Apart from the sheer force and sheer force, there is nothing subtle about the marksmanship. It is unlike any other martial arts he knows. Each move is just the basis of marksmanship...
"Only the six gates are becoming more domineering, and the Jin Yiwei wants to collect the world's weapons. I'm afraid the martial arts world will be in chaos in the future..."
Zhao Yanyan was worried:
"The things that the owner of the village, Master Bai Yue, once said may really happen..."
"Junior sister, stop worrying unfoundedly."
Dongmenruo shook his head slightly:
"Although Zhenren Baiyue is the greatest grandmaster in the world, his calculations may not be correct. Who can say for sure what will happen in the future? If the martial arts world in the future can only be killed by the Jin Yiwei and the Six Gates, I am a millionaire. Those who don’t believe it…”
"What Senior Brother Dongmen said is reasonable."
Zhao Yanyan held back his long hair and said no more.
After a moment of silence, Dongmenruo sighed softly:
"Junior Sister Zhao, please rest for a while while I go to the village to clean up..."
He couldn't help but sigh.
Cleaning the battlefield has always been a dirty job. He pulled An Qisheng along on the way, most likely to ask him to help him clean the battlefield.
Who would have thought that in the end, I would have to clean up the battlefield myself.
Not only that, the spoils of this mountain have nothing to do with me...
