The Record of Righteousness

Two corpses with their heads smashed fell to the ground. Their death state was the most miserable among the corpses.

Wan Qing looked up in disgust and stretched out his palms, folding them repeatedly. Rain dripped down his cheeks. He let the rain wash away the sticky red and white stuff on his hands, trying to wash them away.

"Xiao Ruo!!! Xiao Ruo! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Sister!"

The remaining three people's eyes were about to burst, their livers and intestines were broken, and the tears in their eyes had almost dried up. They were all teetering on the edge of numbness and collapse.

Three of the five people who lived together day and night were tortured and killed in a short period of time.

The war situation has been decided, more than 20 white lotus sect demon girls were all slaughtered, Wan'an and the leader of the white lotus sect who colluded with the white lotus sect were beheaded and killed by hundreds of households in the East Factory, leaving only three defeated soldiers and survivors.

It's time to end this farce.

Ignoring the painful wails of the three people, the next moment Wan Qing violently shook off a few drops of blood with both hands. In an instant, he grabbed the eight bloody silver needles with a "swish" and threw them violently towards the bodies of the three people. !

Those three people were at the end of their strength and could not avoid the eight life-threatening red threads.

Unexpectedly, Na Lan Feixue suddenly released her arms that were holding He Jiancheng, and tried her best to throw herself in front of He Jiancheng from behind.

In an instant, six silver needles were driven into her chest, and the other three were driven into Yang Shixiang's thighs and arms respectively.

He Jiancheng's face was full of astonishment. He saw that Lan Feixue fell to the ground and looked like he was breathing in but not breathing out. He felt like he was waking up from a dream.

He held Na Lan Feixue in his arms and cried, not showing any disgust at her ugly face.

"Senior sister...Senior sister, why? Why are you so stupid?"

But he saw that Na Lan Feixue's chest was pierced by six silver needles, leaving only a few red threads stretched out like the strings of a guzheng.

Being pulled like this, Lan Feixue felt that her internal organs were about to be cut to pieces by those barbs, and her pale lips spat out large mouthfuls of black blood.

"Ahem...vomit..."

She raised her hand with difficulty and gently stroked He Jiancheng's tear-stained cheek with her palm.

"Jian Jiancheng...I don't blame you...Senior sister is gone..."

"You...you and Shixiang...must survive!"

"Let Master, help us..."

"Sister, I remember, I remember! Shixiang and I must, must..."

He Jiancheng shed tears and kept repeating comforting words while holding his sweetheart in his arms.

Before the two of them could finish murmuring, they heard a "tearing" sound, and the other end of the red thread tightened suddenly!

The barbs of six silver needles suddenly burst open the flesh and blood from the chest!

In an instant, six blood holes burst out of Lan Feixue's chest, and various crushed organs flowed out, splattering He Jiancheng's face with blood.

Immediately, Lan Feixue's eyes suddenly opened wide, her arms hung down weakly, and she lost her life.

"What a touching drama! But if you have anything to say, let's talk to the underworld!!"

Wan Qing can be said to have a heart of stone, not to mention the slightest bit of pity and pity for jade. He treats his opponents so ruthlessly and cruelly that there is no one around him, which is really heart-breaking.

He retracted the bloody silver needle with a "swish" sound, but after receiving it in his hand, he shot it at Yang Shixiang and He Jiancheng again!

The proud smile on Wan Qing's face became even stronger. Seeing that the two people were about to be killed by Wan Qing, a figure flew out of the hall!

This man's beard and hair were white, but he was killed from the hall, and more than ten soldiers were sent flying one after another, and fell under the bluestone steps, followed by a burst of violence.

"How dare that eunuch act so arrogantly here?!"

"If you dare to hurt my nephew, I will let you die without a burial place!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure stood on the bluestone steps and snorted coldly. He just lightly squeezed the remaining sword in his hand, and seven dazzling sword lights burst out in an instant.

Those sword rays were very different from the weak sword rays of Yang Shixiang and Lan Zhiruo. These seven sword rays were quite real, extremely fast, and extremely accurate. In one breath, they struck straight at the eight interceptors. A silver needle.

After all, those eight silver needles were hidden weapons powered by 10% of his sunflower internal energy, but they were easily caught up and slashed away by Ouyang Shaoling's sword rays.

From this point of view, Ouyang Shaoling is really as unfathomable in martial arts as rumored!

"Ouyang Shaoling! The old guy is not dead!"

When Wan Qing's murderous plan failed to come to fruition, he shouted insults, and a trace of uneasiness surged in his heart.

Looking up again, I saw numerous soldiers crowding outside the hall, trembling and swarming out as if they were being held hostage.

Then, a familiar tall and thin figure slowly walked out from the crowd of soldiers. He Bayue's originally neat and majestic clothes were now completely stained with blood. At first glance, it looked like he had experienced a bloody battle.

He held a thin sword in one hand, and the other hand was holding Wang Hao's neck tightly!

In the blink of an eye, the situation among the imperial officers and soldiers took a turn for the worse!

He hovered around its throat with the blade, frightening the latter until his face turned pale.

"Congratulations to Bayue! I am an official of the imperial court. Please don't mess around."

The soldiers were so trembling that they didn't dare to move forward. The supervisor was captured alive by the rebels. If he acted rashly and let the old man suffer, I'm afraid his ten heads wouldn't be enough to cut him off.

And that Zhang Rong was among the soldiers, clutching his bloody stomach, as if he had been seriously injured.

"He Bayue, it's still too late to stop now, release the supervisor quickly, otherwise the imperial court will send a large army to annihilate your Taishan sect!"

He Buyue ignored them and stood on the steps outside the hall. His falcon-like eyes swept over everyone coldly. He kicked Wang Hao's knees and knelt down on the ground.

"You Mingting lackeys, now that this bastard military supervisor has been captured alive by me, why don't you quickly put down your weapons, or I will kill this dog official with one sword!"

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