Great Dao Ji

Zhao Qiandu was furious after a disagreement, and the anger that had been accumulated for three months finally broke out.

Stepping forward,

bowing,

drawing the sword.

The sound of the airflow ‘whimpering’ was like the cry of a ghost.

The white sword light brought a bone-chilling chill, like mercury pouring down the ground, slashing straight down.

Just like he had killed everyone before, he was going to chop the man in front of him in half!

This sword was different from the previous one, and the murderous intent on it almost reflected the will of its owner.

If you don’t tell me, I’ll beat you until you tell me!

“Old thing”

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

He knew that the warriors in this world were extremely indifferent to human life, but because of a little suspicion, he brazenly attacked an old man who was very likely to be seriously injured, which also showed how rebellious and cruel he was in his daily life.

From this, it can be seen that the so-called Twelve Linked Docks behind him are definitely not good things.

Boom!

The moment the knife flashed, An Qisheng stomped his feet suddenly!

With one step on the ground, the power burst out wildly.

Like an old elephant drinking water by the river, he neighed with long steps, and the yard suddenly seemed to be thunderous!

Boom!

The bluestone floor in front of the house was shattered, and the broken stones bounced up like hidden weapons.

"Huh?"

The moment the floor broke, Zhao Qiandu's feet shook, and he felt a strange power spreading from the shaking earth to his body.

Caught off guard, his knife light was slightly disordered.

And at this moment, a loud noise came from the air.

Bang~

An Qisheng raised his arm lightly, and his body was tense like a strong bow, and his body burst out like an arrow.

Fists like arrows, bullets, and cannonballs suddenly penetrated from the fleeting gap.

Swish~

An Qisheng's sleeve was torn into pieces after a brush with the blade.

But his fist tore through the air and gust of wind and hit Zhao Qiandu's forehead heavily!

The wind whistled and the air wailed.

Zhao Qiandu's eyelids trembled wildly, and he had no doubt that this punch would blow out his brains.

He only needed to cut the old man in half with this knife, but he was also likely to be hit in the forehead with a punch.

Die together with an old man who was half buried in the ground?

The thought flashed through his mind.

Zhao Qiandu's internal force surged, and his body retreated rapidly to avoid this straight punch.

At the same time, the retreating knife light stabbed forward, piercing An Qisheng's throat like a sword.

But the first blow was strong, the second was weak, and the third was exhausted.

He missed the first blow, and the second blow was stabbed forward again, which was far less swift and fierce than the first blow.

"Heh!"

An Qisheng's eyes were clear, and his mind was as clear as a mirror.

Facing the knife that was stabbing straight at him, he just turned his body, and the white knife light passed by his face.

The cold blade reflected his old profile.

And the punch he threw, until this moment, still had no change in angle, still flat and straight as a gun!

Buzz!

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

The knife light suddenly became scattered.

And his body paused, but he had no chance to dodge.

"I"

He wanted to say something, but the punch he thrust forward had already hit his forehead.

Bang!

Under the huge impact force, Zhao Qiandu's feet left the ground, and he rose to a height of several feet, with red and white splashing.

The cold facial features were beaten like kneaded dumpling skin.

"Plop"

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

At this point, his body was still squirming.

An Qisheng slowly closed his fist, his face calm.

Since the opening of the Daoyitu, his mental power has surged again, and his fist has already had a soul and spirit.

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

A casual punch already contains all his spirit.

"This madman"

After killing Zhao Qiandu with one punch, An Qisheng's face did not show any joy.

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

As far as he knew, the Twelve Linked Docks was a bitter cold place in the extreme north of Dafeng, a large force outside the Great Wall bordering the Golden Wolf Country, with many masters.

It was not a happy thing to provoke such a force for no reason, even if that force was still thousands of miles away from here.

But Zhao Qiandu acted wildly and violently, and even if he let him go, it was not necessarily possible to turn the enemy into a friend.

If I let him go this time, he will most likely come to be my enemy next time.

On the contrary, if I don't kill him now, at least I will have a clear mind.

It's just that he is not strong enough, otherwise he would run thousands of miles now and uproot the Twelve Linked Docks.

The thought flashed through his mind, and he had already killed him, so he didn't have any regrets.

It's just a matter of fighting back.

He leaned down and picked up Zhao Qiandu's long sword first. He shook it slightly, and the cold light on the long sword spread like waves.

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

"Good sword, this sword is probably more valuable than all the swords and weapons in the weapon shop combined."

An Qisheng's eyes lit up slightly. He was most proficient in Bajiquan, and in Bajiquan, the spear and the sword were both absolute killers, and his sword skills were not much worse than his spear skills.

As soon as he got it, he knew that this sword was a good sword that could be regarded as a sharp weapon.

Unfortunately, I can't hold this knife.

"Master, you, you killed someone again"

In the room, Zhang Haohao pressed his junior sister's head down and took a look.

There were seven or eight corpses in front of him who had died in horrible conditions from last time, so he was not so afraid at this time.

"Go back to the house!"

While An Qisheng was talking, his men kept moving and almost stripped Zhao Qiandu clean.

Zhao Qiandu is worthy of being a disciple of the sect, and his wealth is unparalleled by ordinary people. He does not have a banknote worth fifty taels, and he has six banknotes worth a hundred taels.

A few pieces of broken silver, a bag of gold leaves, a fine jade pendant, a mutton-fat white jade ring, three bottles of unknown elixirs, and finally, a secret book.

"Twelve Chains of Swordsmanship"

An Qisheng glanced at it and put everything in his arms.

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

It is guaranteed that even if a man from heaven comes down to earth, it is impossible to save him.

"Master"

Turning around, the two little guys carrying large and small bags had already run into the yard.

"Why did you come out?"

An Qisheng frowned.

"Master, let's run away! Nanliang City is too dangerous. How long has it been before there are so many people coming to kill us?"

Jiang Tingting is pitiful.

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

"Yeah yeah."

Zhang Haohao nodded repeatedly and looked at An Qisheng's bulging Taoist robes with great concern:

"If this person is so rich, he is also a thief. If he is not a thief, we will be caught."

"Okay, let's take our things back. Who said we wanted to escape?"

An Qisheng looked gloomy:

"You have forgotten, Master, I am seriously injured. As the arrests from the six gates can testify, this person is not something I, Master, can kill."

Although Zhao Qiandu died quickly, this man was a master who had already entered the realm of internal training. His internal strength may not be as deep as that of Taoist Wang Quan before, but with a sword in his hand, his combat power was even greater.

He is a sick man, can you kill him?

"ah?"

The two little guys were stunned, 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 two little guys stared wide-eyed, watching helplessly as the redness on their master's face disappeared and turned into a sallow gray, and their bright eyes turned dull and cloudy.

The skin that was already tight suddenly became loose again.

In the blink of an eye, he turned into a dying old man.

If any great boxer with Xuanxing Huajin saw it, he would know that this is a method of inner boxing that contains vitality. Once it is started, the heartbeat, pulse, and even the peristalsis of the internal organs will all fall to the bottom.

Although this method is not perfect, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can see through.

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

Even if Tieshan used his inner strength to explore again, he could only see that his injuries had improved, but he still couldn't have the strength to kill Nei Lian.

This plan was determined in an instant when he had the murderous intention.

"Go, report the crime"

An Qisheng weakly pointed at Zhang Haohao.

"oh oh"

Zhang Haohao was a little confused. It wasn't until An Qisheng said it again that he realized what he was saying and ran out in a daze.

"Tingting."

An Qisheng thought for a while and took out all the things in his arms:

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

"Master, you look so scary."

Jiang Tingting hugged An Qisheng's thigh, tears streaming down her face:

"It's the same as before, woohoo"

"Tingting don't cry."

The big hand with saggy skin caused by all the energy and blood had been restrained touched the apprentice's little head. An Qisheng smiled softly:

"Master, this is just pretending. It's not like this. Don't be afraid."

"Uh-huh"

Jiang Tingting cried for a long time before picking up a bag of gold and silver and ran to the backyard.

"This knife is fine."

An Qisheng said regretfully, but his expression didn't change much. He pressed the blade with one arm and exerted his strength, suddenly breaking the sharp-edged sword.

God is good.

Not long after Zhang Haohao ran to report the crime, snowflakes started to fall in the sky again. Dots of white snow decorated the city and fell in the yards of every household.

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

The yamen servant who walked in under the leadership of Zhang Haohao glanced at the hunched-over An Qisheng in the courtyard that looked like ruins, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Old Taoist Master, why is it you again?"

"Ahem"

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

Tieshan glanced at the corpse, his eyes lingered on the broken long knife for a moment, and he looked straight at An Qisheng:

"Taoist Master, how did this person die?"

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