The Record of Righteousness

Wan Qing hissed and frowned.

A sense of crisis came from both sides of his body!

Then he didn't care about slapping down with his palm, but quickly retracted his palm and kicked Lan Zhiruo in the chest. The latter spit out a line of blood and flew out.

With that power, Wan Qing turned around and burst out a burst of energy with one palm!

When enemies meet, they are particularly jealous!

But Yang Shixiang's ferocious face was full of hatred. He drew his sword and stabbed straight at him. In the blink of an eye, seven weak sword beams burst out and killed Wan Qing's head!

There is no way to retreat, so you have to fight to the death!

His face was fierce, and the 100% internal force of the second level of sunflower exploded completely!

Looking closely, the wind and rain under Wan Qing's palm had already twisted.

In an instant, it collided with Yang Shixiang's seven sword beams. The moment the two 100% of their strength collided, they already knew the strength of the opponent in their hearts.

"What kind of martial arts is this?! It can easily resist the unique martial arts of my Taishan School!!!"

The anger on Yang Shixiang's face turned into fear, and he couldn't help but scream and roar!

But Wan Qing's face was already outlined with a sly smile of victory in an instant.

"The light of a firefly dares to compete with the bright moon?!"

As soon as the voice fell, Wan Qing's fingers exploded and turned into fists!

The sunflower internal force surged all over his body, the two strands of black hair beside his ears fluttered, and the internal force of his palms was like the Milky Way pouring down, and the sky was falling, and he actually controlled those sword beams!

The seven sword beams around the sword in Yang Shixiang's hand were broken and shattered under the terrifying pressure, until they were annihilated and turned into dust with a "bang!"!

The only light in the dark night was extinguished.

"Today, I will show you what the highest martial arts is!"

Yang Shixiang had no time to be surprised, and then he saw Wan Qing grinning a few times, and lightly pointed out two ordinary fingers to clamp his sword blade, and then his wrist moved rhythmically, and the iron sword was directly broken with a "crack!"!

In a flash, Wan Qing ignored the pain and slapped the half-palm-long broken blade in his hand with a "snap!" sound.

Then he suddenly spread it out and saw that the broken sword had been exploded by a sunflower internal force and scattered into pieces the size of fingernails!

He suddenly closed his palms slightly, and each palm held half of the broken sword fragments.

After opening his arms, the internal force of each palm burst out, and those fragments turned into the sharpest blades at this time, carrying the sound of breaking through the air, and "swoosh swoosh swoosh!!!" Several times killed Wan An and Yang Shixiang!

"Die!!!"

Accompanied by a sinister cry, Yang Shixiang hurriedly threw away the broken sword in his hand, and fiercely protected his chest with his arms. His palms whistled out the wind under his five fingers!

Twelve-style fighting!!!

He, Yang Shixiang, is one of the most proud disciples of Heba Yuehe. At a young age, he has cultivated several strands of true qi and internal force in his body.

In an instant! But he saw that the blurred fragment was only a little bit away from his chest, and his pair of iron palms actually had a few more strands of internal force!

"Puff puff puff!!!" Several times.

Yang Shixiang actually used his palm to resist the wave of blades.

Even if his palms were protected by a few strands of weak internal force, he was facing the blades blessed by the vast sea of ​​sunflower internal force, and it was impossible for him to be unscathed!

"Ah ah!!!"

But he saw that he "hissed" and sucked in a breath of cold air in the next breath.

Looking around, his palms were shaking like sieves due to the severe pain. His palms were covered with densely packed sword fragments of different sizes, with deep scars that could be seen to the bone, and the blood was flowing, which made people's scalp numb.

Several other sword fragments escaped.

They turned into afterimages and exploded in Yang Shixiang's lower abdomen, forming several blood holes, revealing the wriggling flesh and blood inside, and bleeding uncontrollably.

Such injuries looked bloody and miserable.

In fact, the only serious wounds were the one or two on the abdomen. Although the palms looked more serious, they would only be superficial injuries if they recovered well.

In this way, it seemed wise to use both palms to resist the sword fragments.

And Wan'an's martial arts were naturally not as exquisite as Yang Shixiang's.

The heavy sword in his hand could not stop such a large number of sword fragments with an extremely fast speed.

He just randomly blocked a few pieces of the blade with his sword, and most of the remaining pieces exploded on his body!

"Ah!"

The blade fragments penetrated into Wan'an's body like cutting white tender tofu, and bloody flowers bloomed on his chest, abdomen, and thighs.

Wan'an's body was like a broken scroll, with a face full of pain. Then his body fell heavily in a pool of blood, and he looked at his brothers and sisters with difficulty and smiled.

"Third Junior Brother!!!"

"Xiao An!!!"

The Lan sisters couldn't help but feel heartbroken and cried out in pain.

The two were adopted as daughters by Heba Yue in their early years, and in the following years Heba Yue accepted these three personal disciples.

The relationship between the five people is inseparable.

The eldest brother He Jiancheng and the second brother Yang Shixiang have a crush on the eldest sister Lan Feixue.

Therefore, the two of them don't like each other very much, and they can quarrel over trivial matters in daily life, and they have to decide who is better and who is better in everything they do.

The youngest of the five, Wan An, had a crush on the second senior sister, Lan Zhiruo, but he never said it out loud due to his shy personality.

Lan Zhiruo's pupils suddenly dilated, and she struggled to get up from the mud and ran to check on Wan An's injuries.

He Jiancheng and Yang Shixiang always treated Wan An as their own brother,

"That eunuch! Come to us if you have anything to do!!!"

Unexpectedly, Wan Qing sneered impatiently:

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