There are many countries in the long-floating world, and there are more than 15 billion people registered in each country alone. If you count those who have no records, there will only be more.

With so many people and such a big world, no one dares to say that they can kill all the wicked people in the world.

An Qisheng never had this idea.

But, see one kill one, that's all.

As the voice drifted, An Qisheng kept his feet up and down.

When he moved his body, it was dozens of feet, and he would tremble when he stepped on the ground, and he could blow up the airflow within ten feet with a single palm.

Wherever he went, he was destroyed, and corpses were everywhere.

In an instant, the ground in front of the chivalrous gate was wet and slippery like a heavy rain.

One after another, the screams wafted out of the ground for dozens of miles in the strong wind.

"Ah! Devil, devil!"

Some people are like crazy, desperately running away.

Completely gutted.

On the scarlet mud, An Qisheng just lightly tapped his feet, and the hilt or broken or intact sword jumped up.

Ding~

An Qisheng stroked his palm, and his five fingers crossed many swords like playing a piano.

Swish swish!

He just casually flicked and shook, and the dozens of swords in front of him had already smashed into the air, swaying with a long whitish airflow.

It pierced through dozens of people from different directions who had already fled more than a hundred meters away, and then sank into the ground unabated, disappearing without a trace.

Boom!

And until many corpses fell to the ground and died, the bursts of roaring sound and whistling moved around An Qi like thunder.

Blood red earth, white robe hunting.

Many people in front of the chivalrous door swayed, feeling unspeakable for this man's unparalleled killing intent.

They have never seen such a murderous person in the rivers and lakes.

What is even more terrifying is that those who were killed seem to have no grievances with him at all.

Moody and erratic.

A series of fearful words were placed on An Qisheng by many people present.

Many people who had been dissatisfied with An Qisheng's denunciation of beasts actually felt a touch of joy in their hearts at this time.

Animals are worse than beasts, right?

"What a big kill"

Nangongqing's long eyebrows twitched, and his heart also shook.

There is never a lack of fighting in the martial arts, and many people are famous for killing. He has seen and killed such people, but it is the first time he has seen someone as murderous as An Qisheng.

"Good kill!"

Among the fears of countless people, only Yun Haitian exclaimed.

Although there was amazement on his reddened but pale old face, it was more than joy.

Between the seven questions and the seven answers, he had sensed what An Qisheng wanted him to see as a 'god', and naturally knew that none of those who died under An Qisheng's hands were undeserved.

Even if An Qisheng didn't kill him this time, he would never allow them to leave.

An Qisheng was so murderous, but he was not afraid, but had the pleasure of meeting his confidant.

tata tao~

An Qisheng paced out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

What makes people strange is that he kills people, blood splatters hundreds of feet on the ground, but his Taoist robe has no trace of red, and it is as clean as ever.

Even the cloth shoes he stepped on in the **** water did not show a trace of filth when he lifted them up.

It seems that there is an invisible aura around him.

Especially when he walked out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood like the Shura Field, but he didn't have the slightest killing intent.

Temperament is detached and peaceful.

It seems that he has just cleaned up the residual garbage between heaven and earth, not killing Yingye.

He paced and walked, each step was no more than nine feet nine, just a few steps, and he had come to Sun En.

The little guy who witnessed this fight at the closest distance was pale and swaying, but he persisted abruptly, and his perseverance was impressive.

"Scared?"

An Qisheng touched the little guy's cheek, and a ray of warm infuriating calmed his mind.

"Don't be afraid!"

The little guy was trembling and his teeth were 'crunching', but he just looked up at An Qisheng:

"Grandpa kills, kills bad people, Enen is not afraid!"

The little guy gritted his teeth.

He can't be afraid, in order to take revenge, he must follow this Taoist grandpa.

The poor little guy didn't even know that the culprit who killed his master and killed his master had already died.

"Good boy."

An Qisheng smiled, seeing his thoughts clearly, but he didn't say anything.

Pulling up his cold little hand, he walked towards the door of chivalry.

At the moment when the killing stopped, there was no trace of murderous aura in him, and Yun Haitian was surprised by the ease of sending and receiving.

But when everyone saw him coming, they couldn't help but tremble.

Just like ordinary people walking at night and encountering tigers, even if the tigers look lazy and comfortable, as if they are full, how many people are not scared?

"Yun Haitian, thank you brother for your kindness with all the disciples."

Before An Qisheng approached, Yun Haitian had already taken a step, knelt down with the disciples, and kowtowed heavily.

An Qisheng was not hypocritical, and accepted the ceremony calmly.

As a human being, he remembers his kindness and hatred in his heart, and he will repay what he owes others no matter what, but he will not pretend to be generous and not be thanked by others.

After everyone bowed and thanked him three times, he stretched out his hand to support Yun Haitian:

"Master Xia is seriously injured, so don't be too polite."

Yun Haitian will bow again: "Nine bows are not enough in case of kindness."

But he bowed slightly, but couldn't stop.

"Three kowtows are enough, but nine bows are too much."

An Qisheng put his arms in front of him, not letting him bow down.

It is as unshakable as the mountains and the earth. He is willing to worship again, but it is impossible to wrestle with the savior at this time.

Can only helplessly get up.

"Brother, you don't have to call me the King of Heroes. This name has been put down for decades, and it really makes me feel tired."

Yun Haitian said, suddenly raised his palm.

The majestic palm force broke out, and directly smashed the plaques with three large gilt characters "Chivalry Gate" above the gatehouse a few feet away, together with the tall gatehouse:

"Chivalry Gate, there is no need to exist."

"Master!"

"King of Heroes!"

"Brother Yun!"

Many disciples of the chivalrous door, Nangong Qing and other martial arts people were all disgusted by it.

I just thought that Yun Haitian was stimulated by today's events, and couldn't help but feel anxious.

Only An Qisheng smiled and said nothing.

"This old man has lived for ninety years, how could he be stimulated so easily?"

With a wave of his hand, Yun Haitian threw the disciples who came to one side and said:

"It's just the word chivalrous, but it doesn't need to be displayed to the public!"

"Keeping in the heart, the unity of knowledge and action, is much better than staying in Gao Xuan."

An Qisheng smiled lightly.

"Brother understands me."

Yun Haitian waved his hand and said:

"Brother, let's go inside and rest for a while, I'll go back when I go."

"Teacher, your injury has not healed, if you have something to do, just tell your disciples!"

The other disciples fell to their knees in panic.

The Chi-Lian Qi-Breaking Needle is the top hidden weapon in the world. If all the Qi-Breaking Needles are eaten solidly, it is bound to be seriously injured even if the Yunhai Tiangong ginseng is created.

"Wait, please clean up the front of the door. Although these animals should be left to be eaten by wild animals, it is also unsightly."

Yun Haitian raised his eyebrows and repelled the disciple.

Only then did he hand over to An Qisheng, and said sternly:

"Brother may not know, before that Feng Qingxuan attacked, I was being questioned in the door and I didn't inspect anything. At this time, the great monks of Huangjue Temple were afraid to stop Feng Qingxuan from leaving for me. this time"

Speaking of this, Yun Haitian sighed:

"The masters fought hard for me. I don't know if they are alive or dead. I feel uneasy."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away in the afterglow of the setting sun. Although his body was swaying, his footsteps were steady as mountains.

"Huangjue Temple"

An Qisheng shook his head.

Along the way, he had seen several monks crouching beside the corpse path. At that time, he sensed the breath of chivalry and rushed to take a closer look, but most of them were dead.

"Senior, please."

A chivalrous disciple stepped forward, bowed his body and waved his arms, leading An Qisheng into the door.

An Qisheng nodded slightly and turned to look. A figure flashed by in the distance, but Yun Dongliu had already left.

But seeing that the brothers and masters were well, they turned around and left.

He didn't stop him, because only Yun Dongliu himself could cross this hurdle, and it would be meaningless for others to help him.

"Everyone, please tell Xia Wang Ye, I've been waiting for too long, and it's time to leave now."

With An Qisheng into the chivalrous door.

A group of martial arts people immediately became active, but the first words they said were all farewells.

It is useless to let many disciples of the chivalrous sect persuade them, just say they want to leave.

Just kidding, they are almost alive today, and they still have half of their thoughts left.

At this moment, I just want to stay as far away from that murderous old Taoist priest as possible.

Therefore, just a moment later, after many disciples of the chivalrous sect packed up their luggage, they all said goodbye and disappeared into the night as if they were fleeing.

I'm afraid that I don't want to set foot in this place again and see that person in my life.

A chivalrous disciple led An Qisheng to the hall, poured tea and waited on him.

Not long after, two small figures rushed in excitedly.

"Master!"

"Master, you are here!"

The two little guys threw themselves into An Qisheng's arms and were very excited.

But it was Jiang Tingting and Zhang Haohao.

"Master is here to pick you up."

An Qisheng touched the cheeks of the two little fellows and gained weight.

Although these two little fellows were far inferior to Sun En in terms of aptitude, understanding, and luck, in his heart, they seemed to be closer.

When he first came to the Long Floating World, if it wasn't for these two little guys, his journey to another world would have ended on the sickbed.

Sun En curiously looked at the two peers who were slightly older than him, a little envious and sad in his heart.

A few days ago, he also threw himself in Master's arms like they did.

But now

Thinking about it, this little guy who didn't cry even after falling off the cliff to survive for several days and witnessed the killing scene like the Shura Field, couldn't help crying silently.

The teardrops fell on the ground like a 'pat-pat-tat'.

"Yeah, why are you crying?"

Jiang Tingting turned her head and found Sun En, surprised:

"You're so old, you still cry, but Tingting hasn't cried since she was three years old!"

"No, no!"

Sun En hurriedly glanced at his face.

"Jiang Tingting, you are not ashamed. Who cried a lot in Master's arms just now?"

Zhang Haohao pinched his waist and laughed.

"Master, look at Senior Brother!"

Jiang Tingting was in a hurry.

After a few months, she still hasn't developed her inner strength.

"Okay, let's play."

An Qisheng moved slightly in his heart and walked out of the hall.

After stopping for a moment under the darkness of the night, Yun Haitian had returned, and the seven corpses of the monks, which were simply sewn together, were lined up in a row.

Several chivalrous disciples were carefully sewing up the body.

"Several masters ask for benevolence and benevolence, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Yun someone will personally return your corpses to Huangjue Temple"

Yun Haitian let out a long sigh, his face a little haggard.

The severely injured body traveled back and forth for dozens of miles, and even he couldn't support it at this time.

Forced to wait for the seven corpses to be sewn up, one staggered and almost fell.

He had to plead guilty to An Qisheng and went back to his room with the help of several disciples.

"Huangjue Temple"

Glancing at the seven corpses, An Qisheng's body rose and fell over the eaves, and with a few more flashes, he came to the tall fence of Chivalry Gate.

Outside the chivalrous gate, many chivalrous disciples moved quickly to clean up the corpses.

But An Qisheng's eyes lifted slightly to look at the distant night.

There, the crimson red army, like a wolf smoke, was full of anger, and it was gradually approaching.