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A few screams came out, Qing Ling couldn't bear to listen to it anymore, and his body was helplessly soft on the ground, he didn't want to hurt anyone, and he wouldn't have the slightest fear of his own death, but he couldn't see others die for him, especially his fellow disciple!

"Hahaha, there's no one to save you anymore!" the man laughed.

"Your hearts are cold, though they are called a hundred goodness!" said Qing Ling.

"It's ridiculous that you can't protect yourself, and you still have to hold us accountable!" the man saw that he was so innocent and put down the knife in his hand.

But he immediately realized his wrong decision, because Qing Ling had already stood up and drew his sword!

"It's not been an hour, why is the medicine on your body gone, it's impossible!" the man shuddered with his legs and took a few steps back, and the rest of the people surrounded him.

"You underestimate our Wudang's incomparable skills! It's too late for you to reform now!" Qing Ling pointed his sword at the man.

"Hahaha, you alone and countless of us, do you think you have a chance of winning?" the man laughed as he lifted his knife.

"One person and a group of people are the same!But today you have only one fate, and that is to lose!" The man hurriedly raised his sword, but it was too late, because the sword was already on his neck.

"Your sword is as fast as his!, but you don't kill!" said the man, looking at the sword in his hand.

"Why!" Qing Ling asked.

"Because your sword is made of wood, it means that you have deliberately weakened it, and there is probably only one purpose in weakening it, that is, to give others a chance to survive, and you don't want to kill people easily!" Although the man was restrained by him, he did not feel uncomfortable at all.

Qing Ling pressed the wooden sword close to the man's throat to make him more uncomfortable, but he couldn't kill people, maybe as the man said, he wouldn't kill, because he had never killed anyone!

"People can't be resurrected after death, since your friend is dead, this matter will be stopped, I promise you not to be evil again, you will let me go!" the man saw Qing Ling's hesitation and said.

"You must not do evil again in the future! The Hundred Good Gang was a good gang in the past, and will do good deeds in the future! If you disobey and will be killed, you will not be forgiven, including me!" the man said to the crowd, but he spoke as if to a clear spirit.

Qing Ling's face softened, and the sword in his hand slowly trembled, but it still did not let go.

"Daxia suddenly made me realize just now, I seem to have lost a lot of things, I will slowly find it, I hope Daxia will give me a new chance!" The man suddenly knelt and kowtowed to Qingling.

Qing Ling slowly put down the sword in his hand, got up and walked straight out of the door, Leng Xiaoyun was dead, they had all reformed themselves, and they had nothing else to ask for, so they had to take Leng Xiaoyun's body back to the master for a while.

He just walked out a few steps, the wind behind him was loud, a strong wind came from behind, Qingling flashed, and looked at the man, the wooden sword in his hand was ruthless, just a flick of the wooden sword turned into countless sword shadows, the Tiangang Beidou footwork under his feet, instantly arrived at the man's side, countless sword shadows have been stabbed, the man hurriedly waved the steel knife to block the sword, did not think that the sword was extremely powerful, had already passed through his knife and stabbed his body, stabbing out countless blood holes.

Seeing that the helper was injured, everyone knelt down and begged for mercy, kneeling straight to the front of Qing Ling, although Qing Ling was angry, he had no intention of killing to recover the sword, and the clinker kneeling on the ground stood up again, holding a handful of powder in his hand and sprinkled it directly on Qing Ling's face, and Qing Ling felt that he couldn't see anything in an instant.

"The swordsmanship is not bad, but you are still far from the means! everyone killed him together!" the man, though wounded, was not dead, and when he saw the blow, he hurriedly got up and shouted.

The clear spirit eyes can no longer see things, and it looks like a lamb to the slaughter, and suddenly a person throws an object in from outside the door, and everyone looks at it fixedly, but there are several heads, but there is no cold howling cloud!

Leng Xiaoyun slowly walked in from outside the door, the short sword in his hand was breathtaking, his clothes were all red, and his face was also red, hideous like a Shura.

"You're not dead yet!" the man was startled, and Qing Ling struggled to move closer to Leng Xiaoyun with great joy.

Leng Xiaoyun hurriedly took off the bag and sprinkled the wine on his face to wipe off the powder for him, but Qingling couldn't open his eyes, Leng Xiaoyun said: "If you don't kill people, others will kill you too!"

Qing Ling was silent, as if he had been poked in the sore spot. Leng Xiaoyunfu said again: "The rivers and lakes are sinister, you have to be more careful in the future!"

"You've been watching for a long time!" said the man, armed with a steel knife.

"Yes, I wanted him to settle this matter, but I still have to make a move!" Leng Xiaoyun said.

"You take a blind man, and you think you have a good chance of winning!" said the man.

"Ten percent! Because you are all dead! There is no point in discussing this topic with the dead!" Leng Xiaoyun was extremely cold, the person had already flown out, and the screams of the soul drinking sword were endless, he was not like the mercy of the Qing Ling at all, he only believed in killing!

Everyone was immediately frightened, and another group of people fell, and everyone gathered around the man, as if the man could save them, Leng Xiaoyun was still killing, and there was no piece of armor left where the soul drinking sword passed! His clothes were already soaked, stained with blood, and draped on his body like a red battle robe, the crowd seemed to have already lost resistance, and they were frightened by him, and none of them dared to make a move, they were hiding, trying to avoid killing, but the god of death could always find them!

"Can you give us another chance!" said the man, knowing that in a few moments they would all be dead.

"There is only one chance, he has given it, but you are not sure! I will not give it again!" Leng Xiaoyun said coldly.

"We were instructed by someone, and it wasn't our intention to kill Qing Ling!" the man said again, but he still couldn't stop Leng Xiaoyun's killing, and in a moment, several more people fell, and there were not many people left around the man!

"It's a beggar......" The man was just about to speak, but suddenly he fell to the ground, bleeding to death through seven holes, and there was a snake behind him that was as red as fire, and after biting the man to death, he frantically bit the others, and the group of people were frightened, and they dispersed in an instant, and disappeared without a trace.

Leng Xiaoyun didn't chase after him, he grabbed Qingling and carefully inspected the injury, and only when he saw that there was no major problem, he was relieved, he already knew what the man wanted to say, so the man died!

"They're all dead!" asked Qingling.

"Yes, they are extremely evil!" Leng Xiaoyun said.

Qing Ling didn't say anything anymore, Leng Xiaoyun took a horse and helped him on it, heading straight for Wudang.