After a disagreement, Zhao Qiandu was furious and the anger he had accumulated for three months finally burst out.

Step,

Bow,

Draw the sword.

The sound of the airflow "whimpering" is like a ghost crying.

The snow-white knife light stirred up a biting cold chill, like mercury in the ground, slashing straight.

Just as he had killed everyone, he had to cut the human force in front of him in half!

This knife is different from the previous one. The murderous intent on it almost actually reflects the will of its master.

If you don’t say it, I will hit you!

"Old thing..."

Under the cold sword light, An Qisheng's face turned extremely cold and he also had murderous intentions in his heart.

He had known that the warriors in this world were extremely indifferent to human lives, but because of a little doubt, he attacked an old man who was very likely to be seriously injured, which also shows how crazy and fierce he was in his daily life.

From this we can see that the so-called twelve chain docks behind it are definitely not a good thing.

boom!

The moment the sword light burst out, An Qisheng stepped suddenly!

After stepping on the ground, the force was spit out.

It was like an old elephant drinking water by the river, whistling for a long time, and suddenly there seemed to be thunder in the yard!

boom!

The floors of the bluestone in front of the house burst into pieces, and the gravel bounced like a hidden weapon splattering wildly.

"Um?"

The moment the floor broke, Zhao Qiandu's feet shook, and he felt a strange force spread from the vibrating earth towards his body.

Caught off guard, his sword light was slightly chaotic.

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

Lost ~

An Qisheng raised his arm lightly, and the tense tendons all over his body were like a strong bow, and his body immediately burst out like an arrow.

The fist is like an arrow, like a bullet, like a cannonball, and suddenly explores through the flash of space.

Thorny ~

After rubbing the blade, An Qisheng's entire sleeve was twisted into pieces and flew.

But his fist and palm tear apart the airflow and strongly hit Zhao Qiandu's eyebrows!

The wind is howling, and the air is roaring.

Zhao Qiandu's eyelids were shaking wildly, and he had no doubt that this punch could hit his brain.

His sword only needs to be cut horizontally, and he will definitely be able to cut the old ghost into two first, but he is also very likely to be hit in the middle of the eyebrows with one punch.

Died with a half-in-law old man?

Thoughts flashed.

As Zhao Qiandu's internal strength was stirring up, his body quickly retreated and avoided this straight punch.

At the same time, the light of the retreating sword pierced a forward stab, stabbing An Qisheng's throat like a sword and left.

But in one go, the energy will fade and then disappear.

He missed this sword, and the second sword stabbed forward again, which was far less rapid and fierce than the first sword.

"Oh!"

An Qisheng's eyes are clear, and his heart is bright and the mirror is hanging high.

Facing the slash that was coming, his body turned just and the snow-white knife light passed by.

His old side face was reflected on the cold sword face.

And the punch he punched still did not change at all until now, it was still straightforward 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.

But his body paused, but he never had a chance to dodge.

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He wanted to say something else, and the punch he leaned forward was already in the middle of his eyebrows.

Bang!

Under the huge impact force, Zhao Qiandu's feet left the ground, and suddenly rose about a foot high, splashing red and white.

His cold facial features were even beaten like a rubbish dumpling skin.

"Plop"

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

At this point, his body was still squirming.

An Qisheng slowly closed his fists and his face was calm.

Since the Taoist map opened and his mental power surged again, his fist had already had a soul and spirit.

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

A casual punch already contained all his spirit.

"This lunatic..."

He killed Zhao Qiandu with one punch, but An Qisheng's face did not have a trace of joy.

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

As far as he knows, the twelve serial docks were a bitter and cold place in the extreme north of Dafeng, and a large force outside the border border with the Golden Wolf Kingdom, including many masters.

It would not be a happy thing to be involved in such a force for nothing, even if that force is still thousands of miles away from here.

But Zhao Qiandu acted violently and violently. Even if he let him go, he would not be able to turn enemies into friends.

If you let him go this time, you will probably be the enemy next time.

On the contrary, if he didn't beat him to death, at least he had some understanding of his thoughts.

In other words, if you are not strong enough, otherwise you would be the cleanest way to run thousands of miles now and uproot the twelve series docks.

His thoughts flashed and he had already been beaten to death, so he had no regrets.

It's just that soldiers come to block the water and soil.

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

With a light pop, the buzzing sound made a loud sound, and it lasted for a long time.

"Good knife, this knife is probably much more expensive than all the weapons in the weapon shop combined."

An Qisheng's eyes were slightly bright. He was most proficient in Bajiquan. In Baji Sect, big guns and swords are absolute killer weapons. His sword skills are not much worse than gunshot skills.

As soon as he bought it, he knew that this knife was a truly good knife that could be regarded as a powerful weapon.

Unfortunately, this knife cannot be held.

"Master, you, you killed someone again..."

In the room, Zhang Haohao pressed his junior sister's little head down and poked her head out to look.

There were seven or eight corpses with extremely miserable deaths in front of him last time, but he was not afraid at this time.

"Go back to the house!"

While An Qisheng spoke, his subordinates kept distracting Zhao Qiandu almost cleaned up.

Zhao Qiandu is worthy of being a disciple of a major sect. He is not comparable to ordinary people. There is no silver bill of fifty taels per card, and there are six silver bills per card.

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

"Twelve series of sword scores..."

An Qisheng glanced and turned everything into his arms.

After thinking about it, he raised his feet again and stepped on his head, and he exhaled his strength again.

Make sure that even if the heavens descend to earth, it is impossible to save them.

“Master…”
To be continued...