The Record of Righteousness

Chapter 178 Overcoming the Others

But in an instant, Han Xiao, the great elder of Qingcheng Sect, died here. For a moment, the whole place was silent, and everyone seemed to be suffocating. Their minds were blank. They couldn't believe their eyes, and they couldn't accept this cruel fact!

In just ten moves by this eunuch, the great elder Han Xiao, who was highly skilled in martial arts, turned into a mass of flesh and bones! ! !

There was a horrifying corpse at his feet, with a few blood spots on his green robe, but he looked happy, and couldn't help but comment.

"The Tianluo footwork of Qingcheng Sect is just so-so!"

"Great elder Han Xiao, he lacks strength but has more speed. His moves are not as fierce as Shen Tu Lan. He knows a little bit of the Heart-Destroying Palm, the Tianluo Step, and the Sky-Escape Sword, but he is not proficient in them. He is good at fighting but underestimates the enemy and advances rashly. What a pity, what a pity, how can such a person with low martial arts be the great elder?"

"Elder Han!!!"

Changsun Ying cried out in grief, unable to accept that his friend who had been with him for decades died tragically in front of him.

He broke away from the disciple who was supporting him. He was hit by Long Shuo before, and was obviously seriously injured. He spurted blood in anger, staining his green shirt red.

Those Qingcheng disciples could not stop Changsun Ying at all. He picked up five or six wooden steps in one step, drew a sword, and turned into a green shadow to stab him.

"I will kill you!!!"

Wan Qing shook his head lightly with a calm face, lowered his eyes to take in the expressions of everyone, and sighed as if with regret.

"If resentment is useful, we would have died a thousand times. You are already seriously injured, and you are still thinking of destroying both you and me at this time? Haha, your death is in vain."

As soon as the voice fell, Wan Qing frowned and looked at Changsun Ying coldly. He didn't know when more than ten silver needles appeared in his hand. He held his arm flat in front of his chest and fluttered to pinch out an orchid finger.

The light of the needle tip flickered at the fingertips, and with a flick of his finger, several silver needles turned into streaks of arrows, breaking through the layers of air waves and shooting at them.

Changsun Ying held the sword in one hand, his eyes narrowed, and he wanted to kill the hateful eunuch. He waved out layers of sword flowers under the rhythm of his wrist, and blocked those hidden weapons with a few "ding ding ding" sounds, but two fish escaped.

A burst of pain came, and he looked down and saw that his chest was still exploded by two silver needles. Blood immediately flowed out.

Although his heart-breaking palm had reached its peak, he was not good at swordsmanship. He stabbed with a sword under his angry eyes, and the sword light spread out in all directions, but he didn't even touch Wan Qing's robe. He was in a hurry and his body was unstable, and he was full of flaws in an instant!

Wan Qing was extremely steady, slid forward, and a cold light passed by his side face, leaving two strands of green hair.

He took another step and moved in front of Changsun Ying, breaking the air wave with one palm and slashing with a loud bang.

This change happened too quickly. Changsun Ying was shocked and swept his legs and turned around to hold the sword across his chest. Wan Qing acted very quickly. After a buzzing sound, he slapped the sword blade with one palm. He changed his palm into a stab and in a flash, his whole hand was immersed in Changsun Ying's bloody wound! ! !

Changsun Ying's old face trembled with pain. He wanted to fight to the death, so he slashed with the sword.

Without waiting for his sword to fall, Wan Qing's face was full of cruelty. The hand that was immersed in Changsun Ying's abdomen suddenly pinched and twisted, accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream. Changsun Ying's strong arm fell softly, and the sword blade fell to the ground with a clang!

"Die!!!"

Wan Qing was quick-witted and swift-handed. He changed hands and slapped him in the chest. The latter's face was pale and bloodless. He spurted blood and fell off the stage. He flew three or four feet away.

Everyone was shocked and turned to look. They saw Changsun Ying slumped on the ground. His face was hideous and his whole body was shaking. There was a hideous blood hole on his abdomen. Blood was flowing like a waterfall. His white beard was completely covered in scarlet.

"Changsun!!!"

"Master Changsun!!!"

Ling Wandu shouted hoarsely and ran over first. His master's martial arts were abolished, and the great elder was easily killed by the eunuch. In a blink of an eye, he lost another great elder. His mood can be imagined.

With a crying voice, he hurriedly took out the golden wound medicine and poured the whole bottle on Changsun Ying's wound. The golden powder was stained with blood in an instant, and it was mixed with the internal organs and squirmed together. It was very scary, but it was a drop in the bucket.

Changsun Ying trembled as he placed his bloody hand on Ling Wandu's hand, and raised his lips with difficulty, his voice was unclear.

"A loyal and brave man, from beginning to end, from beginning to end, he has no regrets even if he dies"

"It is your honor to die in our hands and witness the magic of the world."

Wan Qing's hand was bloody, and he hurriedly took out a handkerchief and wiped it with disgust, glancing at the sword at his feet.

Without saying a word, he kicked the sword lightly with his toes, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Changsun Ying who was struggling in the distance.

He narrowed his eyes and smiled sinisterly, and kicked the hilt of the sword in the air. The blade was buzzing with force and flew out with a "swish", piercing Changsun Ying's forehead, and red and white things dripped along the sword.

Changsun Ying's eyes were not unwilling, his face was full of relief, his eyes were slightly closed, and this closure was forever.

Ling Wandu's mind echoed with his master's last words for a long time. His face was splattered with blood. In the blink of an eye, he was separated from the living and the dead again. He stared at the corpse in front of him in a daze.

Before everyone could get over Han Xiao's death, Qingcheng Sect lost another elder in a moment!

Hua Jianchou looked solemn, covering Hua Ling'er's eyes, obviously not wanting her to see this extremely cruel and bloody scene.

"Bu Yu, you take Ling'er and go first! Go back to Wuhua Palace and tell the Palace Master everything here. If I can't go back before dusk, you and Ling'er must escape from Jiangnan and escape to the ends of the earth. The farther the better!"

"But"

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