Without saying a word, Zhao Qiandu was furious, and the anger that had been accumulated for three months finally broke out.

mark time

Bow down,

Draw the knife.

The sound of the air stream 'whimpering' was like a ghost crying.

The snow-white sword light set off a cold and piercing chill, like mercury pouring on the ground, slashing straight at it.

Just as he had killed everyone before, he would split the man in front of him in half!

This knife is different from the previous temptation, and the killing intent on it almost essentially reflects the will of its owner.

If you don't say it, I'll hit you until you say it!

"Old Stuff ......"

Under the reflection of the cold sword light, An Qisheng's face was extremely cold, and there was also murderous intent in his heart.

He had long known that the martial artists of this realm 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, which also showed how rebellious and ferocious he was on weekdays.

From this, it can be seen that the so-called twelve serial docks behind it are definitely not a good thing.

Rumble!

The moment the sword light burst out, An Qisheng suddenly stepped under his feet!

As soon as he stepped on the ground, he spat out his strength.

Like an old elephant drinking water by the river, the long step hissed, and there suddenly seemed to be thunder in the yard!

Rumble!

The bluestone floor in front of the house was shattered, and the rubble bounced up like a hidden weapon.

"Huh?"

The moment the floor shattered, Zhao Qiandu's feet shook, only to feel a strange force spreading from the shaking earth towards his body.

Caught off guard, his sword light was slightly chaotic.

And just then, a loud noise was heard in the air.

Collapse~

I saw An Qisheng raise his arm lightly, and the tense tendons all over his body seemed to be superimposed by a strong bow, and his body burst out like an arrow.

The fist was like an arrow, like a bullet, like a cannonball, and it protruded through the gap that disappeared in a flash.

Thorn~

As soon as he brushed the blade, An Qisheng's entire sleeve was twisted into pieces and flew away.

But his fist tore through the air flow and hit Zhao Qiandu's eyebrows hard!

The wind is howling, and the air is roaring.

Zhao Qiandu's eyelids trembled wildly, and he had no doubt that this punch would hit his brain.

He only needs to cut it horizontally, and he will definitely be able to cut the old ghost in two first, but it is very likely that he will be hit in the center of the eyebrows with a punch.

Died with an old man who was half-cut into the ground?

The thought flashed through me.

Zhao Qiandu's internal strength was agitated, and his body retreated sharply, avoiding this straight punch.

At the same time, the retracting sword stabbed forward, stabbing straight into An Qisheng's throat like a sword.

But once it is angry, it will decline again, and then it will be exhausted.

He missed this knife, and the second knife stabbed forward again, which was far less fast and ferocious than the first knife.

"Huh!"

An Qisheng's eyes were clear, and the mirror in his heart was hanging high.

In the face of a straight stab, his body just turned, and the snow-white knife brushed his face.

Mori Han's sword face reflected his old face.

And the punch he thrown, until this time, still did not have the slightest change in angle, it was still flat and straight, and it was still straight as a gun!

Airplanes!

Suddenly, Zhao Qiandu seemed to have seen the most terrifying scene in heaven and earth, and endless horror instantly filled his mind.

The light of the knife suddenly became scattered.

And his body paused, but there was no chance to dodge.

"I ......"

He still wanted to say something, but the punch that reached forward was already right in the center of his eyebrows.

Bang!

Under the huge impact, Zhao Qiandu's feet lifted off the ground, and he soared to a certain height, splashing red and white.

The cold facial features are even more beaten, like kneading dumpling skins.

"Puff"

In the flying snow, Zhao Qiandu's body fell to the ground heavily, and the hot blood stained the ground red.

At this point, his body was still squirming.

An Qisheng slowly retracted his fists, his face calm.

When the Dao Yi Diagram was opened, after his spiritual power skyrocketed again, he already had a heart and spirit in his fist.

In other words, it is the god of boxing that Wang Zhixuan once mentioned.

With a punch in his hand, he already contained all his spirit.

"This madman ......"

killed Zhao Qiandu with one punch, but An Qisheng did not have a trace of joy on his face.

Zhao Qiandu said that he came from the Twelve Serial Docks.

As far as he knew, the twelve chain docks were the bitter cold land in the extreme north of Dafeng, and the great forces outside the country bordering the Golden Wolf Country, among which there were many masters.

It is not a happy thing to provoke such a force in vain, even if that force is still thousands of miles away from here.

But this Zhao Qiandu acted wildly and ferociously, even if he let him go, he might not be able to turn enemies into friends.

Let him go this time, and most of the next time he will come to be the enemy.

On the contrary, it is better to kill him at this time, at least the thoughts are more understanding.

That is, the strength is not good, otherwise it is the cleanest to run thousands of miles now, and uproot the twelve chain docks.

The thought flashed through him, he had already been killed, and he had no regrets.

It's just that the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth.

Leaning down, he first picked up Zhao Qiandu's long knife, shook slightly, and the cold light on the long knife spread like a wave.

With a flick, the buzzing sound was loud and lingered for a long time.

"Good knife, this knife, I'm afraid it's much more valuable than all the knives and soldiers in the weapon shop combined."

An Qisheng's eyes lit slightly, he is the most proficient in Baji Boxing, and in the Baji Gate, the big gun and the knife are absolute killer skills, and his knife skills are not much worse than the marksmanship.

As soon as he got his hands on it, he knew that this knife was a good knife that could really be regarded as a sharp weapon.

Unfortunately, this knife cannot be held.

"Master, you, you've killed someone again......."

In the room, Zhang Haohao pressed down his sister's little head and poked his head out to take a look.

There were seven or eight corpses that had died horribly last time, and he wasn't too scared at this time.

"Go back to the house!"

An Qisheng's subordinates kept talking while he spoke, and almost picked Zhao Qiandu clean.

Zhao Qiandu is worthy of being a disciple of the Damen Sect, and his wealth is not comparable to ordinary people, there are no silver tickets of fifty taels and six silver tickets of one hundred and twenty pieces.

A few pieces of broken silver, a bag of gold leaves, a piece of fine jade pendant, a wrench finger of mutton fat and white jade, three bottles of unknown elixirs, and finally, a book of cheats.

"Twelve Blades ......."

An Qisheng glanced at it and turned everything into his arms.

After thinking about it, he raised his foot again and stepped on his head, and his strength was vomited again.

Ensure that even if heaven and man descend to earth, it is impossible to save it.

"Master......"

As soon as he turned his head, the two little guys carrying large bags and small bags had already run into the yard.

"How did you guys get out?"

An Qisheng frowned.

"Master, let's run! Nanliang City is too dangerous, it's only been a long time, and so many people have come to kill us. ”

Jiang Tingting is pitiful.

So many people died last time, but it scared her.

"yes, yes."

Zhang Haohao nodded again and again, looking at An Qisheng's bulging robe, very worried:

"This person is so rich, wouldn't he be a bandit, if it weren't for the bandits, we would have been arrested......."

"Alright, let's get our stuff back, who said we were going to escape?"

An Qisheng's expression was quiet:

"You forget, Master, I am seriously injured, and the head catcher of the Six Doors can testify, this person is not the Master I can kill.......

Don't look at Zhao Qiandu's fast death, this person is a master who has already stepped into the internal refining, and his internal strength may not be as deep as the previous Wang Quandao, but with a knife in hand, his combat power will be surpassed.

He was a sick man, did he kill him?

"Huh?"

The two little ones were dumbfounded, 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 eyes of the two little ones widened, and they watched as the ruddy face of their master disappeared and turned sallow and gray, and their bright eyes became dull and cloudy.

The already firm skin suddenly became loose again.

In the blink of an eye, he had become a dying sick old man.

If there is a big boxer above the Xuanxing Transformation Strength, he will know that this is a method of inner boxing that contains vitality, once it is transported, whether it is the heartbeat, pulse, or even the peristalsis of the internal organs, it will fall to the bottom.

Although this method is not perfect, it is by no means something that ordinary people can see through.

At least, in just one Nanliang County, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to see through his hiding.

Even if that Iron Mountain used his internal force to probe again, he could only see that his injuries had improved, but it was impossible to have the strength to kill the internal refinement.

This plan was determined in an instant when he was murderous.

"Go, go and report the crime......"

An Qi pointed at Zhang Haohao weakly.

"Oh...... Oh......."

Zhang Haohao was a little stunned, and it wasn't until An Qisheng said it again that he reacted and ran out in a trance.

"Tingting."

An Qisheng thought about it and took out all the things in his arms:

"Go, wrap these things up, find a safe place to bury them......."

"Master, you're so scary."

Jiang Tingting hugged An Qisheng's thighs, and her eyes fell straight down:

"It's the same as you were before....... Woo woo......."

"Tingting doesn't cry."

The big hand that caused the skin to be loose because of the convergence of all the qi and blood touched the apprentice's little head, and An Qisheng smiled lightly:

"Master, this is pretending, and it hasn't really become like this, don't be afraid."

"Hmm...... Hmmm......"

Jiang Tingting cried for a while before picking up a bag of gold and silver and running to the backyard.

"It's okay to get this knife......."

An Qisheng said regretfully, but his face did not change, and he pressed the blade with one arm, and spit out his strength, and suddenly broke this sharp weapon-level long knife.

Heaven is beautiful.

Not long after Zhang Haohao ran to report the case, snowflakes fell in the sky again, dotting the city with a little snow white, and also fell in the courtyards of every household.

By the time the officials of Nanliang City arrived, Zhao Qiandu's already hardened corpse was already covered with a thin layer of snow.

The officials who walked in under the leadership of Zhang Haohao saw An Qisheng who was leaning over in the courtyard like ruins, and couldn't help sighing:

"Old Daoist, why are you again?"

"Ahem"

An Qisheng coughed lightly, and was about to speak, when a tall figure pushed away the crowd and walked in.

Tie Shan glanced at the corpse, his gaze stayed on the broken long knife for a moment, and looked straight at An Qisheng:

"Dao Chief, how did this person die?"

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