In Chen Yuanwai's opinion, a cultivator like Qi Dezhong can be described as unpredictable, it is said that he has nothing to do with Yingyang Mountain and Iron Stone Fort, and there is no need to follow the two gangs of bandits for the sake of Duobao Pavilion. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info but Qi Dezhong not only came forward in person, but also released a word to come to deal with the bandits.

Three days is enough time to spread the news to the lair of the two gangs, this is Qi Dezhong instructed Chen Yuanwai, in addition, Qi Dezhong also asked Chen Yuanwai to send fifty taels of silver to the hands of the shopkeeper of Duobao Pavilion, which can be regarded as the cause and effect of breaking the Snow Dragon Ball.

Seeing that the three-day deadline is approaching, Qi Dezhong is not in a hurry in the Xianxia Temple, with him building a foundation and cultivating his mind, he will not be shaken by what is coming, and he concentrates on his luck every day, and does not care about the rumors of the outside world at all.

The snowy night was deep, Xianxia looked at the shadows of outsiders, the sound of staggered footsteps was endless, and the two gangs of bandits from Yingyang Mountain and Iron Stone Fort actually sent people and horses to arrive at the same time.

The scene of more than 100 people confronting each other, except for the low wheezing sound and the movement of torches crackling and bursting out of sparks, can be said to be extremely silent.

Qi Dezhong collected his strength, came to the front yard with a sword in his hand, raised his sleeves in the air, the gate of Xianxiaguan opened without wind, and the sound of wooden bolts clicking and rubbing made it look very abrupt in the snowy night.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

"What a bold man, he dares to provoke us to raise the mountain?"

"Provoke the Iron Stone Castle, Lao Tzu will let you die without a place to bury!"

"If you give you three days and don't run away, it seems that you have to find death!"

A kind of gang leader shouted and scolded constantly, but no one dared to leap forward, but because of the trace of murderous intent gathered in the quiet atmosphere, the horses couldn't stop neighing.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Qi Dezhong stopped a few steps before walking out of the Xianxia Temple Gate and said: "If you have old fathers and mothers, wives and children, think about their future situation first, and if you have the slightest intention of repenting and confessing your sins, you will enter the county government office to receive the punishment by yourself, and the edge of the Absolute Cloud Sword will not be added." ”

"Where is all this nonsense!" one of the leaders commanded with a steel knife, "Whoever has a musket, shoot me!"

"Oh, muskets?"

Qi Dezhong's voice was slightly curious, and he saw more than ten people walking out of each of the two gangs, standing in a faction with muskets in hand, and the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at Qi Dezhong at the same time, and with an order, the fire and smoke exploded at the same time, and the projectiles galloped in the wind and whistled in the snow!

However, the dozens of projectiles that should have been difficult to see with the naked eye were all fixed in front of Qi Dezhong, dripping and tumbling in a sluggish and solidified air, without the strength to advance further.

Qi Dezhong stretched out his hand and pinched a projectile, the slightly burning touch was like the warm sun in the winter snow, and the coagulated killing intent was all gathered in Qi Dezhong's body at this moment.

"I've been reminded time and time again that you're killing yourself. Qi Dezhong grabbed the projectile with his backhand, and shot it out with his fingers, and dozens of projectiles suspended in front of him also accompanied him, shooting towards the gangsters.

The two gangs of bandits were still surprised that Qi Dezhong used the mana of the musket projectile, but he didn't expect that he could actually reflect the projectile back, and the blood splattered on the spot, dyeing the white snow with a scarlet!

"Canghua overturns Taiyuan!" Qi Dezhong shouted, but his figure suddenly disappeared in place, and the shouting echoed in the snowy night, and the frightened gangsters looked around.

If it is a spell issued by a sword, it is a dense and endless sword shoot, and if it is a martial arts sword move, it is like a rain of chaotic swords that pour down.

Qi Dezhong did not have a trace of connivance, and cooperated with Qimen Shenxing, his figure shuttled back and forth among the bandits, the sword light penetrated through the body of the bandit's body, the cold chill froze the meridian vitality, and the backhand was a sword to seal the throat.

The sword edge is like cutting on the most tender water tofu, without a trace of hindrance, slashing through the throats of bandits, bursting out of blood, and only after the sword blade leaves half a breath will it suddenly erupt.

There was hardly a trace of screams, only a whimper and wail of realizing the passing of his life. The sword was chilling into his body, and he didn't even have the strength to move a finger, Qi Dezhong's shot this time was to put people to death, and there was absolutely no possibility of resistance!

The ghostly swift figure continued, and everywhere it passed, magnificent blood flowers bloomed, and several leaders rode on high-headed horses, only to reflect on what kind of opponent they had provoked.

Not everyone is lucky enough to see a practitioner perform the Dao with their own eyes, and not everyone can be inflicted on themselves by a practitioner with a spell.

Qi Dezhong has no external sense of cultivation, and he is far from having real mana at all, but with his current cultivation of mana and what he has learned in the Taihua Spirit Ruins, he really wants to deal with this gang of bandits, and there are not too many means. Personally holding the sword is to let the bandits realize at the last moment before death what kind of consequences they will have to endure in this life.

The cold blade of the snowy night, the bright red blood, intertwined a tragic picture, only a few dozen breaths of effort, the two gangs in front of Xianxia Guan, a total of 127 people, all died under the cloud sword.

After the extreme movement, Qi Dezhong, who was extremely quiet and confused, finally stood back in front of the threshold of Xianxiaguan, and even the position of his feet was exactly the same, as if he had walked a big circle and returned to his original position.

Qi Dezhong lowered his head and pressed the sword, with his cultivation, when he moved the sword to cast the spell, there was a huge force protecting the Jueyun Sword, not to mention that the sword blade was fragile everywhere it passed, and the Jueyun Sword was a wonderful product in the sword, so it would not be damaged in the slightest.

But for some reason, Qi Dezhong's face showed compassion, stretched out his hand to caress the spine of the sword, and sighed lowly.

After the last bandit in the snow had his last breath, Qi Dezhong raised his sleeves and cast a spell to drive away a few horses, and if they were lucky enough, they would return to their respective bandits' nests before Qi Dezhong picked them, which was also Qi Dezhong's warning.

Qi Dezhong looked at the corpses in one place, pinched the magic trick in his hand, a ball of real fire spontaneously generated, and flicked out his fingers one after another, the corpses of the gangsters spontaneously combusted in an instant, the real fire was blazing white and bright, burning violently, and in a blink of an eye, the corpses were incinerated and turned into fine dust and returned to heaven and earth.

Qi Dezhong is not a person who loves to kill, but after experiencing the Dharma stage, he has a deeper view of what it means to be "the living of noble beings and the lives of noble beings", and he also knows why most practitioners have to take the precept of killing.

If there is no such life, there is no practice, and the person who practices must be one of the sentient beings. It is the greatest selfishness in the world for a practitioner to collect the mind and the precious remains. Because of their selfishness, they become sentient beings.

Cultivation values selfishness, but in fact, it values the selfishness of sentient beings. Qi Dezhong's life is life, and the life of one hundred and twenty-seven bandits is also life, but the life of the shopkeeper of Duobao Pavilion is the same, and the life of the merchants and people passing by in Changlin County are all lives, so why do they come to trouble each other?

The chaos of sentient beings is actually the self-inflicted of sentient beings, and sentient beings have selfishness and exist for their own lives, and their desire to continue is endless, so it is natural to cut off the chaos. Qi Dezhong holds the precept of killing, not to harm sentient beings, if you want to practice to the next level, you must value the lives of sentient beings and cut off the chaos of sentient beings.