At the disagreement, Zhao Qiandu was furious, and the anger that had been accumulated for three months finally erupted.

step,

bow,

draw the knife.

The sound of the airflow 'sobs' is like a ghost crying.

The snow-white blade light set off an icy, biting chill, slashing straight at it like mercury pouring out of the ground.

As if he had killed everyone before, he had to split the man in front of him in half!

This knife is different from the previous one tested. The killing intent almost reflects the master's will.

If you don't say it, I'll call you and say it!

"Old stuff"

Under the reflection of the cold sword light, An Qisheng's face was extremely cold, and there was killing intent in his heart.

He had long known that martial artists in this world were extremely indifferent to human life, but because of a little doubt, he brazenly shot at an old man who was very likely to be seriously injured.

From this, it can be seen that the so-called twelve serial docks behind it are definitely not a good thing.

boom!

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

As soon as he stepped on the ground, he spit out his strength.

Like the old elephant drinking water by the river, the long tread neighs, and suddenly there seems to be thunder in the yard!

boom!

The bluestone-paved floor in front of the house shattered, and the rubble bounced like a hidden weapon.

"Ok?"

The moment the floor shattered, Zhao Qiandu swayed, only to feel a strange force spreading towards him from the shaking earth.

Unprepared, his knife light was slightly chaotic.

At this moment, there was a loud noise in the air.

collapse~

I saw An Qisheng raised his arm lightly, and the tensed tendons all over his body seemed to be superimposed by strong bows, and his body immediately shot out like an arrow.

The fist is like an arrow, like a bullet, like a cannonball, penetrating from the fleeting gap.

stab~

As soon as it brushed past the blade, An Qisheng's entire sleeve was twisted into pieces and flew.

But his fist tore through the turbulent wind and hit Zhao Qiandu's eyebrows heavily!

The wind howled, and the air roared mournfully.

Zhao Qiandu's eyelids trembled wildly, and there was no doubt that this punch could hit his brains.

His knife only needs to be slashed horizontally, and he will definitely be able to cut the old ghost into two parts first, but it is also very likely that he will be hit between the eyebrows with a punch.

Die with a half-broken old man?

The thought flashed by.

Zhao Qiandu's inner strength was tumbling, and his body quickly retreated, avoiding the straight punch.

At the same time, the retreating knife light stabbed forward, stabbing An Qisheng's throat like a sword.

But once it is full of energy, it declines again and again, and it is exhausted three times.

He missed this one, and the second one stabbed forward again, which was far inferior to the swiftness and ferociousness of the first one.

"Ah!"

An Qisheng's eyes were clear, and the mirror in his heart hung high.

In the face of a straight stab, his body just turned, and the snow-white knife brushed past him.

Sen Han's old profile was reflected on the blade of Sen Han.

And the punch he hit, up to this point, still did not change the angle at all, it was still flat and straight, and it was still straight like a gun!

hum!

Suddenly, Zhao Qiandu seemed to have seen the most terrifying scene in the world, and endless terror filled his mind instantly.

The knife light suddenly became scattered.

And his body stopped for a while, but there was no chance to dodge again.

"I"

He still wanted to say something, and the punch from the front was already on the center of his eyebrows.

boom!

Under the huge impact, Zhao Qiandu lifted his feet off the ground, soaring to a height of about ten feet, splashing red and white.

The ruthless facial features were beaten like a kneaded dumpling skin.

"puff"

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

So far, his body is still wriggling.

An Qisheng slowly closed his fists, his face calm.

Since the opening of Daoyitu, after his spiritual power has skyrocketed again, there is already a soul and spirit in his fist.

In other words, it is the **** of fists that Wang Zhixuan once mentioned.

A casual punch already contained all his spirit.

"This madman"

He punched Zhao Qiandu to death, but An Qisheng didn't have a hint of joy on his face.

Zhao Qiandu said to himself that he came from Twelve Linked Docks.

As far as he knew, the Twelve-Linked Dock was a place in the extreme north of Dafeng, a great power outside the Great Wall bordering the Golden Wolf Country, and many of them were experts.

It's not a happy thing to get into such a force for nothing, even if the force is still thousands of miles away from here.

But this Zhao Qiandu acted madly and fiercely, even if he let him go, he might not be able to turn an enemy into a friend.

Let him go this time, and most likely next time he will come to be the enemy.

On the contrary, it is better to kill him at this time, at least to have some ideas.

That is to say, the strength is not good, otherwise, it will be the most clean thing to run thousands of miles now and uproot those twelve serial docks.

The thought flashed by, and he had already been beaten to death, but he had no regrets.

But the soldiers came to block the water and cover the soil.

Leaning down, he first picked up Zhao Qiandu's long knife, and with a slight shake, the cold light spread like a wave on the long knife.

With a flick of the flick, the humming sound was loud and continued for a long time.

"Good knife, this knife is probably more valuable than all the swordsmen in that weapon shop combined."

An Qisheng's eyes brightened slightly. He was the most proficient in Bajiquan, and in Bajimen, big spears and knives were absolute killers.

As soon as he got his hands on it, he knew that this knife was a really good knife.

Unfortunately, this knife is not available.

"Master, you, you murdered again"

Inside the room, Zhang Haohao pressed down his junior sister's little head and stuck it out to take a look.

There were seven or eight dead bodies in front of him last time, but he wasn't so afraid at this time.

"Go back to the house!"

While An Qisheng was talking, his subordinates kept going, and he almost wiped Zhao Qiandu clean.

Zhao Qiandu is worthy of being a disciple of the main sect. His wealth is not comparable to ordinary people. There are no silver notes for fifty taels, but there are six for one hundred taels.

A few pieces of broken silver, a bag of gold leaves, a piece of fine jade pendant, a wrench of suet white jade, three bottles of unknown medicinal herbs, and finally, a secret book.

"Twelve Chains of Swords"

An Qisheng glanced and turned everything into his arms.

After thinking about it, he raised his foot again, stepped on his head, and vomited again.

Make sure that even if heaven and man descend to earth, it is impossible to save it.

"Master"

Turning their heads, the two little guys carrying large and small bags had already run into the yard.

"How did you get out?"

An Qisheng frowned.

"Master, let's run away! Nanliang City is too dangerous. It's only been so long, so many people have come to kill us."

Jiang Tingting is pitiful.

So many people died last time, but she was terrified,

"Yeah yeah."

Zhang Haohao nodded again and again, looking at An Qisheng's bulging Taoist robe, very worried:

"If this person is so rich, he is not a thief, right? If it weren't for a thief, we would be caught."

"Okay, take the things back, who said we were going to escape?"

An Qisheng looked somber:

"You forgot, Master, I am seriously injured. The head of the six doors can testify. This person is not Master I can kill."

Regardless of how fast Zhao Qiandu died, this person is a master who has already entered the inner training. His internal strength may not be as deep as the previous Wang Quandao, but with a knife in his hand, his combat power is even greater.

He was a sick child, did he kill him?

"what?"

The two little guys were dumbfounded, looking at their master as if they were looking at a monster.

Can it still be so?

"Cough cough."

An Qisheng coughed lightly, and his body suddenly became rickety.

The two little guys widened their eyes and watched helplessly as the ruddy on their master's face disappeared and became sallow and gray, and the bright eyes became dull and turbid.

The already tight skin became loose again.

In the blink of an eye, he had turned into a dying old man.

If a big boxer above Xuanxing Huajin sees it, they will know that this is a method of inner boxing that contains vitality. Once it is exercised, whether it is heartbeat, pulse, or even the peristalsis of internal organs will fall to the bottom.

Although this method is not perfect, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can see through.

At least, in a mere Nanliang County, it is absolutely impossible for anyone to see through his hiding.

Even if that Tie Shan used his internal strength to probe again, he could only see that his injury had improved, but it was impossible for him to have the strength to kill Nei Lian.

This plan was decided in an instant when he killed his heart together.

"Go, go and report"

An Qisheng weakly pointed at Zhang Haohao.

"Oh oh"

Zhang Haohao was a little stunned, until An Qisheng said it again, he didn't react, and ran out in a trance.

"Tingting."

An Qisheng thought for a while, and took out all the things in his arms:

"Go, wrap these things up and find a safe place to bury them"

"Master, you are so scary."

Jiang Tingting hugged An Qisheng's thigh, her eyeballs fell straight out:

"It's the same as you were before"

"Tingting doesn't cry."

The big hand with loose skin because of all the qi and blood has been restrained and touched the apprentice's small head, An Qisheng smiled lightly:

"Master is pretending, but it's not really like this, don't be afraid."

"Uh-huh"

Jiang Tingting cried for a while before picking up a bag of gold and silver and ran to the backyard.

"It's okay, this knife is fine"

An Qisheng said that he was sorry, but UU Reading www.uukanshu.com's complexion did not change. He pressed the blade with one arm, spit it out, and suddenly broke the sword.

God is beautiful.

Not long after Zhang Haohao ran to report the case, snowflakes fluttered from the sky again, dots of white dotted the city, and fell in the courtyards of every household.

When the yamen from Nanliang City arrived, Zhao Qiandu's hardened body was already covered with a thin layer of snow.

The yamen, who walked in under the leadership of Zhang Haohao, saw An Qisheng hunched over in the yard that looked like ruins, and couldn't help sighing:

"Old Daoist, why is it you again?"

"cough cough"

An Qisheng coughed lightly, and was about to speak when a tall figure pushed the crowd away and walked in.

Tieshan glanced at the corpse, his eyes stayed on the broken long knife for a moment, and looked straight at An Qisheng: "Master, how did this person die?"