It was peaceful under the night.
An Qisheng sat still, his eyes calm.
In his two lifetimes, he has experienced many ups and downs, and his mood has gradually changed. He is somewhat unfazed by sudden events, and does not get angry when things happen without any reason.
He didn't care about the lives of these three people, whether they were good or evil.
Whether I am here to step on him to get the upper hand, or whether I am here to fight for the Six Doors.
He didn't believe that these three people would let him leave peacefully because he was the one who was defeated this time.
And even if these three people were so kind and righteous as to let him go, how many people would come to "eliminate demons and defend the way" and "do justice for heaven" after learning that he was seriously injured.
Therefore, it is impossible for him to hold anything back unless he wants to die.
Dong Tianyou stood upright tremblingly and laughed miserably: "Okay, okay, okay, Mr. An deserves to be second on the list, but we overestimated our capabilities."
"One attack resulted in one death and two serious injuries. Mr. An is well-deserved to be called the Blood Demon!"
Among the messy ruins, Feng Zhenzong coughed up blood and stood up, his face declining.
After all, he did not face An Qisheng directly like Yuntang. Although he was seriously injured at this time, he was not directly shocked to death on the spot.
"Blood Demon..."
An Qisheng nodded noncommittally and said indifferently:
"If these are your last words, An will be a little disappointed."
The bark of a corrupt dog never smells bad.
Although An Qisheng knew that this was human nature, he was inevitably disappointed.
Is this the hero?
Is this a master?
His demeanor is not only comparable to that of Xuan Xing and other sages, but also to Potter, Wang Zhixuan and others.
Of course there is great terror between life and death, but before coming here, didn't you even consider this?
"Brother Feng! If you die, you will die. Why do you have to say such things?"
Dong Tianyou straightened up, his chest heaving:
"We have been brave all our lives, but if we show cowardice before our death, won't we lose our reputation for the rest of our lives?"
"Hahaha!"
Feng Zhenzong coughed up a large mouthful of blood and laughed loudly: "That's right, that's right! We've had all the fun in life, and we'll be famous even in death! But someone like Feng can't see through it!"
The two looked at each other.
Then they all let out a long roar, and while taking steps, their fists stretched out, and they raised their sword fingers, using their fingers to develop various sword skills, and stabbed An Qisheng straight at him.
Li Feibai and others watched with swaying hearts.
Although the two were afraid of death in the end, they were calm in the end and lived up to their wise lives.
They asked themselves that if they were to change places, other than kneeling down to beg for mercy, they would never have the slightest idea of taking action.
An Qisheng sighed softly and stood up:
"Vanity Fair is the Tomb of Heroes, why bother?"
boom!
The moment An Qisheng stood up, a strong wind suddenly stirred up dust all over the sky under the night sky.
In an instant, An Qisheng lost his old age, and infinite vitality burst out from his body, blooming with a powerful and frightening aura.
Then, he took a step forward and took action.
Between the horizontal push of the fist and the pinching of the five fingers, the invisible air flow made an overwhelmed groaning sound. When the fist reached half a step, it changed, and the gleaming light flashed between the palms.
He had already knocked open the door between the two of them with an extremely arrogant attitude.
Bang bang~
Two sounds of flesh colliding almost simultaneously.
The bodies of Feng Zhenzong and Dong Tianyou were shaken together, and they stood frozen on the spot.
Several other people could see clearly that between the two people standing frozen, it seemed as if there was an invisible palm force coming from between their backs.
Earth and rocks flew up, and the invisible palm force suddenly pulled out a long ravine behind the two of them.
Phew~
An Qisheng closed his hands, and the two bodies fell into the ravine.
Tieshan walked out of the ruins, his eyes a little complicated.
The masters formed by the three Qi veins, even if they are inferior to famous catchers like Xue Chaoyang, are still the overlords of a state.
Just die.
"Bury the three of them."
An Qisheng said lightly and walked toward the edge of the ruins, where the trembling Li Feibai and others walked.
Tieshan shook his head slightly, moved Yuntang's body not far away, and filled it in the ravine.
Buried carefully.
"Everything is useless after death, so what use are gold, silver and jewels?"
Holding some banknotes and a few secret books taken from the three people, Tieshan sighed softly:
"The tombstone will not be erected. With the names of three people in Fengzhou, if the tombstone is erected, I don't know how many tomb robbers will come to visit..."
With hundreds of disciples, thousands of hectares of fertile land, a fortune of millions, and a cloud of darling wives and concubines, he is extremely powerful.
Whether it is the many rural gentry families in the state capital or the feudal officials sent by the imperial court, they must be given three cents of noodles.
It can be said that if you want wind, you will get wind, and if you want rain, you will get rain.
But after death, there is nothing more than a three-foot tomb and a handful of loess.
Tap tap tap~~~
Hearing the approaching footsteps, and the white-haired old Taoist priest who now looked extremely terrifying in the night, Li Feibai and the others were frightened, and their hearts were beating violently, as if they were being held by an invisible hand.
Difficulty breathing.
After witnessing three legendary figures being beaten to death so easily on the spot, how could they dare to act in the slightest?
How can we not be afraid?
Plop~
When they saw An Qisheng under the crimson moonlight, the three of them finally couldn't help it, and fell to their knees on the ground, begging for mercy:
"Master Dao, Master Dao, we are just passing by, passing by, and we are not the same group as the three of them."
"It's a little bitch who offends the Taoist master, so I'll slap him!"
Li Feibai's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he hit his face with a bow from left and right.
At this moment, he regretted that his intestines were turning green. What was he doing here if he had nothing to do?
It's simply asking for death.
The eldest grandson was unable to speak or move, but his heart was extremely happy and a little anxious, fearing that the old Taoist master would be deceived by them.
His eyes rolled around anxiously.
An Qisheng stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at the people quietly. After a moment of silence, he spoke lightly:
"Li Feibai, how does it feel to kill a whole family?"
"Tao, Tao Master?"
Li Feibai's heart was twitching, his mouth was speechless, and he was extremely frightened.
How does he know?
How did he know my name?
For a moment, not only Li Feibai, but also Li Feihong and Yuan San felt their hands and feet were cold, unable to breathe, and felt great fear.
There were ripples in An Qisheng's eyes, and only in his visible perspective were the things that several people had done.
Phew~
Chang Sunhuai was also shocked. Suddenly he felt his body loosen up. He quickly tore off the cloth in his mouth, turned over and knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times.
"Master Tao, these three people are the Three Evils of Qingyan. They do all kinds of evil in daily life. They killed my master's whole family for the treasure passed down by his family!"
Don't be deceived by them. If you don't know martial arts when they come this time, they will kill you too! "
Changsun Huai burst into tears as he spoke, looking at the three of them with hatred in his eyes.
"shut up!"
"Nonsense!"
Yuan San and others all changed their expressions.
"Chang Sunhuai, that thing was originally inherited from my Li family. It was taken away from my Li family by your master's ancestors. This thing is just returned to its original owner!"
Li Feibai's face was ashen.
"Nonsense! That thing was originally passed down from my master's family!"
The eldest grandson was extremely angry.
"There is a vendetta in the world, and I probably don't need to worry about it."
An Qisheng spoke softly and suppressed all sounds.
In the world, either you kill me or I kill you. It's hard to tell what's right or wrong, and he's not a nosy person.
Li Feibai and the other three looked happy, while Zhang Sunhuai's face suddenly turned pale.
"but."
As soon as An Qisheng's voice changed, he waved his energy across his sleeves, and his slender index finger was already touching the eyebrows of Li Feibai and the others one by one:
"Now that we've encountered it, it's easy to do, so there's no harm in doing it."
Li Feibai and the other three had their eyes widened and their mouths were loud, but they could not speak.
He knocked his head on the ground and lost his breath.
"Thank you Master Dao for avenging my master and his family!"
Changsun Huai kept kowtowing and shed tears.
"That's all."
An Qisheng raised his palm lightly, and invisible energy held him up.
In just a short moment, he had already separated the four people into dreams, and he naturally knew what happened before.
"Master Tao..."
After Chang Sunhuai stood up, he suddenly took off his clothes and stretched his hand to tear it on his chest.
There was a sting.
A roll of human skin that was indistinguishable from the skin had been torn off by him.
He held the human skin scroll in both hands, bowed and said:
"This human skin scroll was passed down from my master's ancestors. Please accept it."
If you have no merit, you will not be rewarded; if you are kind, you will not refuse.
An Qisheng has never been a hypocritical person. He was curious about this thing, so he naturally reached out and took it.
This is an extremely thin piece of skin. Under the crimson moonlight, it is empty. There seems to be nothing on it.
"Master Dao, there is indeed nothing up there..."
Changsun Huai smiled bitterly and said:
"My master has been searching for this parchment for generations. There is neither a map nor a secret book on magical skills..."
After getting this parchment, Changsun Huai read it more than once.
But found nothing.
There is absolutely nothing on it.
Just for such a piece of skin, the master's family was buried in a sea of fire. He had no nostalgia for this parchment at all. If it were not invulnerable to water and fire, he would have destroyed it long ago.
"This is a human skin..."
An Qisheng gently pinched the human skin roll, his eyes gleaming with ripples: "And it comes from a master."
An Qisheng was quite curious.
With his eyesight, he could not see any pores or damage on the skin under the moonlight.
Obviously, the owner of this human skin has reached an extremely high level of physical fitness, and seems to be even stronger than him at this time.
At least now, although his pores are tiny and invisible, at least they are visible.
After all, he still has hair.
The owner of this human skin roll must have no hair on his body and is clean and smooth.
Bald man, can you not be strong?
"In that case, Taoist Master, please keep this thing."
After Chang Sunhuai knelt down and kowtowed a few more times, he picked up the bodies of Li Feibai and the others and said:
"Master's soul is not far away. The younger generation will carry their bodies to pay homage to Master's family..."
"Go ahead."
An Qisheng waved his hand.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the human skin scroll carefully.
Such masters tear off their own skin, naturally not to leave a souvenir for future generations, but because they must have something they want to pass down.
Just because the eye can't see it doesn't mean there's nothing on it.
Ripples rose in his eyes, reflecting the roll of human skin.
Buzz~
