The Record of Righteousness

Wan Qing smiled ferociously, and the power between his three fingers continued to increase.

Yang Shixiang's face was blood red from holding back, his eyes were bulging, and no matter how hard his limbs struggled, he couldn't remove the huge force from his throat.

Seeing that Yang Shixiang was about to be strangled to death, He Bayue could only stop angrily. If such a lunatic could threaten to kill, it was definitely not an empty threat.

"What do you want, you eunuch?"

Wan Qing chuckled.

"How can Master He be so naive? All exchanges have always been one for one, but you want to exchange one for two. How can such a cheap thing be possible in the world?!"

"There is an eunuch in our family who works for Dongchang. He just wants to work for the imperial court and exterminate the rebels like you!"

At this time, Wang Hao greased the soles of his feet and ran to Wan Qing's side.

Wang Hao's face was full of resentment at this time, and he lost face when he thought of He Bayue making him kneel on the ground.

The hatred welling up in his heart made him want to tear He Bayue into pieces.

"Ten thousand households! Let me kill all these rebels quickly!"

"Kill them and I will ask the court for rewards for you!"

Wan Qing glanced at the ferocious and arrogant Wang Hao and thought that this guy still couldn't see the situation clearly.

Now that the two great masters of the Taishan Sect and the Tianshan Sword Sect are sitting in command, but he is alone and weak, facing these two people will only lead to death and no life!

But his figure was as if made of iron, no matter how windy or rainy it struck him, he was still holding Yang Shixiang's throat with one hand, refusing to give him any chance to escape.

Wan Qing raised his hideously wounded arm to show Wang Hao.

"Lord Supervisor, I am very weak at this time. I am afraid that I have too much ambition but not enough strength to kill that old thief."

Their official robes, one blue and one blue, were completely soaked by the rain and fluttering in the wind and rain. They were full of embarrassment and no longer looked as graceful and graceful as before.

Wang Hao flicked his sleeves, ignoring the wounds on his arms, turned to glare at Wan Qing and said angrily:

"What do you mean?! Didn't you say before that you were 70% sure of capturing that old man He?!"

"Is it possible that you are deceiving me?!"

Wan Qing smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"Master Supervisor, you are aware of this! The old thief He is obviously well-prepared, and he is most wary of our poisonous wine, making it impossible for the humble officer to do anything! Besides, the old thief Ouyang also comes to the banquet, this plan is too variable. "It's really hard for one person to survive with his humble position, and he was caught off guard."

Wang Hao frowned in confusion, then took a breath of cold air and said:

"Is it possible that we are going to be defeated tonight?"

"Wanqing! What should we do according to what you said?!"

"In view of our humble position, we must first avoid its sharp edges, and then we will slowly take advantage of it in the future!"

Wang Hao looked ferocious, as if he had grasped the last straw, and retorted:

"I still have more than a thousand soldiers, and we can still fight!"

Wan Qing said in a deep voice:

"Master Supervisor, you know what you're doing! Just these 1,800 Qiu Ba can't stop those two old guys."

"this……"

"Then what use do I need from them?!"

How could Wang Hao not know, otherwise he would not have been captured alive by He Laothief in the midst of thousands of troops. Then he violently kicked over the crouching soldier beside him with his head in his hands, and cursed angrily:

"I have all returned safely, what are you waiting for?! Why don't you quickly pick up your weapons and kill these rebels!"

Wang Hao was like a madman, beating and scolding the stunned soldiers.

Poor soldiers who had just been forced to lay down their weapons and kneel down to beg for surrender were now being beaten and scolded by their commanders, forcing them to die.

Even if the current soldiers were forced to pick up their weapons, each of them seemed to have been wilted by the wind and rain, and they had no fighting spirit at all.

Seeing this, Wan Qing shook his head secretly. If this stalemate continues, it will only become more detrimental to himself!

I saw Wan Qing slowly falling from the devil's palm, and immediately the cut flesh on Yang Shixiang's neck was bleeding.

"Just leave!"

"Eunuch! You...what do you want to do?"

Yang Shixiang turned his head and stared at Wanqing in disbelief, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd.

"What? Don't want to leave? If you don't want to leave, just stay!"

Seeing that he didn't dare to move, Wan Qing laughed ferociously, and grabbed his neck with a loud bang and a sinister wind in his devil's hand.

The latter was so frightened that he ran towards his master without looking back.

He Bayue didn't know what this person wanted to do, so he let him go in a good manner.

"Eunuch! You are wise!"

"Hey, old thief, you are joking. Our family is not only sensible, but also very considerate!"

"Let our family help your disciple relax his muscles and bones!"

However, he saw that Yang Shixiang had only run out more than twenty feet. His evergreen face was quite pale. He laughed evilly twice and then "swished". Eight more thorn-like silver needles appeared in his palms. The inner strength of his palms Under the indoctrination, the eight silver needles all hit Yang Shixiang!

Everyone was shocked by this sudden change, and no one could react that Wan Qing had suddenly committed such a murderous attack!

The eight silver needles plunged into Yang Shixiang's body like thunder. If you look closely, the eight silver needles deliberately avoided their fatal parts.

Therefore, Yang Shixiang did not die immediately, but fell directly into the mud and struggled with twitching hands and feet.

As for why Wan Qing didn't kill him directly.

Just because a disabled dying person is currently worth much more than a dead person!

"Shixiang!!"

He Ba Yue's eyes were about to burst, and the internal energy in his whole body exploded. Two strands of gray hair fluttered around his ears. The black shadow flashed and rushed to Yang Shixiang's side, but he was not in a hurry to kill Wan Qing for revenge.

"Master"

He cross-legged the dying Yang Shixiang and adjusted it. The latter's wounds were densely covered with blood holes.

The bleeding could not be stopped, and it was a blessing to be alive. The latter gasped in pain.

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