There are many countries in Jiufu World, and the number of people registered in each country exceeds 15 billion. Counting those who have no records, there will only be more.
With so many people and such a huge world, no one dares to say that they can kill all the evil people in the world.
An Qisheng never had this idea.
It's just, kill one on sight, that's all.
As the words floated in the air, An Qisheng's feet kept moving.
His body can move dozens of feet at a time, the ground will bounce whenever he steps on it, and a random palm can blast the airflow within ten feet.
Wherever it passes, there is destruction and decay, and corpses litter the fields.
In an instant, the ground in front of Xiayi's door was wet and slippery like heavy rain.
The screams one after another floated over dozens of miles of flat land in the strong wind.
"Ah! Devil, devil!"
Some people are like crazy and running desperately.
He has been completely gutted.
On the scarlet mud, An Qisheng's feet just touched lightly, and a sword with a broken or intact handle jumped up from under his feet.
Ding~~~
An Qisheng stroked his palm, and his five fingers moved across many swords like playing a piano.
Swish, swish, swish!
With just a careless flick, the dozens of swords in front of him had already shot through the air, swaying in long streams of white air.
It pierced through a dozen people who had fled more than a hundred feet away in different directions, and then sank into the ground without losing any momentum, disappearing without a trace.
Boom!
And it wasn't until many corpses fell to the ground dead that bursts of crackling roars surrounded An Qisheng like thunder.
The blood-red earth is hunted in white robes.
Many people in front of Xia Yi's gate were shaken, trembling unspeakably at this man's unparalleled killing intent.
They have never seen such a murderous person in the world.
What's even more frightening is that the people who were killed seemed to have no grievances against him at all.
Moody and eccentric.
A series of words that made people fearful were placed on An Qisheng by many people present.
Many people who had been dissatisfied because An Qisheng dismissed him as a beast now felt a sense of joy in their hearts.
It's better to be a beast than a beast, right?
"So murderous..."
Nangong Qing raised his eyebrows and was shocked in his heart.
There has never been a lack of fighting in the martial arts world, and there are many people who are famous for killing. He has seen and killed such people before, but this is the first time he has seen someone as murderous as An Qisheng.
"Good kill!"
Among countless people, only Yun Haitian expressed admiration.
Although there was surprise on his old face, which gradually faded away from red and became paler, it was mostly filled with joy.
During the seven questions and seven answers, he used his 'divine' sense to sense the scene that An Qisheng wanted him to see, and he naturally knew that none of those who died under An Qisheng's hands deserved to die.
Even if An Qisheng didn't kill them this time, he would never let them leave.
An Qisheng was so murderous, but he was frightened and not afraid. Instead, he felt happy to have met a close friend.
Tap tap tap~
An Qisheng walked out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
What was strange was that he was killing people all over the place, and his blood was spreading hundreds of feet on the ground, but there was no trace of red in his Taoist robe, it was as clean as ever.
Even the cloth shoes he stepped on in the blood showed no trace of dirt when he lifted them up.
It seemed that there was an invisible aura surrounding him.
Especially when he walked out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood that was like a Shura field, there was no trace of murderous intention lingering in him.
The temperament is transcendent and peaceful.
It seems that they have just cleaned up the remaining garbage between heaven and earth, rather than killing people.
He walked up and down, each step measuring no more than nine feet, no more than nine feet. In just a few steps, he had already arrived in front of Sun En.
The little guy who witnessed this fight at the closest possible range was pale and swaying, but he persevered and his perseverance was eye-catching.
"Scared?"
An Qisheng touched the little guy's cheek, and a ray of warm Qi soothed his mind.
"Don't be afraid!"
The little guy was trembling and his teeth gritted loudly, but he just raised his head and looked at An Qisheng:
"Grandpa kill, kill the bad guys, I'm not afraid of you!"
The little guy gritted his teeth.
He can't be afraid. In order to take revenge, he must follow this Taoist priest.
The poor little guy had no idea that the culprit who destroyed his sect and killed his master was already dead.
"Good boy."
An Qisheng smiled, knowing his thoughts clearly but not revealing them.
Take his cold little hand and walk towards the door of Chiayi.
The moment the killing stopped, there was no trace of murderous intent on his body, and Yun Haitiandu was surprised by his ease in sending and receiving.
But when everyone saw him approaching, they couldn't help but tremble.
Just like when ordinary people encounter a tiger while walking at night, how many people are not frightened even if the tiger looks lazy and comfortable as if it has had enough to eat and drink?
"Yun Haitian, together with all the disciples, thank my brother for his kindness."
Before An Qisheng could get closer, Yun Haitian had already taken a step forward, knelt on the ground with all the disciples, and kowtowed heavily.
An Qisheng was not pretentious and accepted the gift calmly.
He is a man who keeps grudges and grudges in his heart. He will repay what he owes to others no matter what, but he will not pretend to be generous and accept no thanks from others.
After everyone kowtowed three times, he stretched out his hand to help Yun Haitian up:
"Prince Xia is seriously injured, so there is no need to be too polite."
Yun Haitian wanted to bow again: "Nine bows are not enough to express gratitude."
But he bowed slightly, but couldn't bow anymore.
"Three kowtows are enough, but nine prostrations is too much."
An Qisheng stretched his arms forward to prevent him from bowing down.
It was as unshakable as the mountains and the earth. He had the intention to worship again, but it was impossible for him to wrestle with his savior at this time.
He had no choice but to get up.
"Brother, there is no need to call me the King of Heroes. This title has been given to me for decades, which really makes me feel tired."
Yun Haitian said, suddenly raising his palm.
The powerful palm force burst out of the body and directly smashed the three gilded plaques with the words 'Chivalry Gate' on the gatehouse a few feet away, together with the tall gatehouse, into powder:
"The Chivalry Sect no longer needs to exist."
"Master!"
"King of Heroes!"
"Brother Yun!"
Many disciples of the Chivalry Sect, Nangong Qing and other martial arts people were all changed in their expressions.
I just thought that Yun Haitian was stimulated by what happened today, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.
Only An Qisheng smiled and said nothing.
"I have lived for ninety years, how can I be stimulated so easily?"
With a wave of his hand, Yun Haitian threw the approaching disciple aside and said:
"It's just that the word chivalry doesn't need to be displayed to the public!"
"Keeping it in your heart and uniting your knowledge and action is much better than staying in Gaoxuan."
An Qisheng smiled faintly.
"Brother understands me."
Yun Haitian waved his hand and said:
"Brother, please go inside and rest for a while. I'll be right back."
"Teacher, your injury has not healed yet. If you need anything, just tell your disciples!"
The other disciples fell to their knees in panic.
Chi Lian's Po Qi Needles are the top hidden weapons in the world. If he eats all the Po Qi Needles, even Yun Hai Tian Gong Ginseng Creation will be seriously injured.
"You guys, please clean up the front door. Although it is appropriate to expose these beasts' corpses in the wilderness and let them be eaten by wild beasts, having their corpses lying here is also an eyesore."
Yun Haitian raised his eyebrows and repelled his disciples.
Then he bowed his hands to An Qisheng and said seriously:
"Brother, maybe I don't know that before Feng Qingxuan attacked, I was being questioned in the door because I didn't pay close attention to anything. Now that I think about it, all the great monks in Huangjue Temple are afraid of stopping Feng Qingxuan from leaving for me. This time..."
Speaking of this, Yun Haitian sighed:
"All the masters fought hard for me. I don't know whether they are alive or dead. I feel uneasy."
After that, he turned around and walked away in the afterglow of the setting sun. Although his body was swaying, his steps were as steady as a mountain.
"Huangjue Temple..."
An Qisheng shook his head inwardly.
Along the way, he saw several monks lying beside the corpse path. At that time, he sensed the aura of the Chivalry Sect and rushed towards them. He didn't take a closer look, but they were probably dead.
"Senior, please."
A disciple of the Chivalry Sect came forward, bowed and waved his arms, leading An Qisheng in.
An Qisheng nodded slightly and turned to look. A figure in the distance flashed past, but Yun Dongliu had already walked away.
But seeing that his brothers and master were well, he turned around and left.
He didn't stop him, because only Yun Dongliu could cross this hurdle by himself, and it was pointless for others to help him.
"Everyone, please also tell Prince Xia that I have been waiting for too long and it is time to leave now."
Follow An Qisheng into the Chivalry Gate.
A group of martial arts people immediately became active, but the first words they said were to say goodbye.
No matter how many disciples of the Chivalry Sect tried to persuade him, it was of no use and they only said they wanted to leave.
Just kidding, they barely survived today, and they didn't have any thoughts left.
At this moment, I just want to stay as far away from that murderous old Taoist priest as possible.
Therefore, in just a moment, after many Chivalrous Sect disciples packed up their belongings, everyone left and disappeared into the night as if they were fleeing.
I'm afraid that I never want to set foot in this place or see that person again in my entire life.
A disciple of the Chivalrous Sect led An Qisheng to the hall, poured tea and waited on him.
Not long after, two small figures rushed in excitedly.
"Master!"
"Master, you are here!"
The two little guys jumped into An Qisheng's arms, feeling very excited.
But it was Jiang Tingting and Zhang Haohao.
"Master is here to pick you up."
An Qisheng touched the cheeks of the two little guys and saw that they were getting fatter.
Although these two little guys are far inferior to Sun En in terms of qualifications, understanding, and luck, they are closer to him in his heart.
When he first came to Jiufu Realm, if it weren't for these two little guys, he might have ended his journey to the other world on that sickbed.
Sun En looked curiously at the two peers who were slightly older than him, feeling a little envious and sad.
A few days ago, I also threw myself into Master's arms like they did.
But now...
After thinking about it, this little guy who didn't cry even after falling off a cliff for several days and witnessing a killing scene like a Shura field couldn't help crying silently.
Tears fell to the ground like pitter-patter.
"Ah, you, why are you crying?"
Jiang Tingting turned around and found Sun En, and was surprised:
"You are still crying at such an old age, but Tingting has not cried since she was three years old!"
"No, no!"
Sun En glanced over hurriedly.
"Jiang Tingting, are you ashamed or not? Who cried a lot in Master's arms just now?"
Zhang Haohao pinched his waist and laughed.
"Master, look at senior brother!"
Jiang Tingting was so angry that she chased him for a while and couldn't catch up, so she stamped her feet angrily.
Several months later, she still hadn't developed her internal strength...
"Okay, let's play."
An Qisheng's heart moved slightly and he walked out of the hall.
After pausing for a moment under the night sky, Yun Haitian had returned, and seven simply sewn corpses of monks were lined up in a row.
Several disciples of the Chivalry Sect were carefully sewing up the corpse.
"Several masters seek benevolence and be benevolent, so someone will personally send your bodies back to Huangjue Temple..."
Yun Haitian sighed, his face a little haggard.
The seriously injured body traveled dozens of miles back and forth, and even he couldn't hold on anymore.
After holding on and waiting for the seven corpses to be stitched together, he stumbled and almost fell.
He had no choice but to confess to An Qisheng and return to his room with the help of several disciples.
"Huangjue Temple......"
After taking a look at the seven corpses, An Qisheng's body rose and fell above the eaves. After a few more flashes, he had reached the tall wall of the Chivalry Gate.
Outside the Xiayi Sect, many Xiayi Sect disciples quickly packed away the corpses.
But An Qisheng's eyes were slightly raised to look at the night in the distance.
There were streaks of red army smoke rising like wolf smoke, gradually approaching.
