Zhutian Avenue

Without a word, Zhao Qiandu was furious, and the anger that had accumulated for three months finally erupted.

Step on,

Bowed,

Pull the knife.

The sound of the air whining is like a ghost crying.

The white blade of light gave rise to the cold chill, as if it was mercury in a diarrhea, straight down.

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

This knife is different from the one tempted before, and the sense of murder on it almost reflects the will of the owner.

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

"Old stuff ..."

An Qisheng's face was extremely cold under the reflection of the cold knife light, and his heart also had the intention to kill.

He had long known that the warriors in this world were extremely indifferent to human life, but because of a little doubt, he arrogantly shot at an old man who was very likely to be seriously injured. It can also be seen how violent and violent he is in ordinary days.

It can be seen that the so-called twelve serial docks behind it are definitely not good.

boom!

At the moment when Daoguang was up, An Qisheng stepped under his feet!

As soon as I stepped on the ground, I vomited.

Seems like drinking water by the river, long hissing, and there seems to be a thunder in the yard!

boom!

The bluestone paved floor in front of the house burst into pieces, and the gravel bobbed like a hidden weapon.

"Ok?"

At the moment the floor was broken, Zhao Qiandu shook at his feet, only a strange power spreading from the shaking ground towards him.

Suddenly caught off guard, his knife light was a little messy.

Just then, there was a loud noise in the air.

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I saw An Qisheng's arm lifted slightly, his tensed muscles appearing like a strong bow superimposed, his body suddenly burst out like an arrow.

The fist like an arrow, like a bullet, like a cannonball, plunged into the gap that flashed away.

It's stabbing ~

As soon as he passed the blade, An Qisheng's entire sleeve was twisted into pieces and danced.

But his fists tore up the airflow and hit Zhao Qiandu's eyebrows heavily!

Howling wind, howling air.

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

His knife only needs to be cut horizontally, and he must be able to cut the old ghost into two steps first, but it is also very likely to be hit with a punch.

With the half-cut old goods?

Thoughts flickered by.

Zhao Qiandu slammed inwardly, and his body retreated sharply, avoiding this straight punch.

At the same time, the retracted sword light stabbed forward, piercing An Qisheng's throat like a sword.

But one slams one's spirits, then dies, and three exhausts.

He missed this knife, and the second knife stabbed again, far less fierce than the first knife.

"Ah!"

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

Facing a stab that came straight, his body just turned, and the white sword passed by.

Sen Han's blade reflected his old side face.

And the punch he hit, until this time, there is still no change in the slightest angle, still straight and straight, still straight as a gun!

Hum!

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

The knife light became scattered.

He paused, but never had a chance to dodge.

"I......"

What else did he want to say? The forward fist's punch was already in his sight.

boom!

Under the huge impact, Zhao Qiandu's feet were off the ground, and he jumped high and high, splashing red and white.

The cold features are beaten like dumplings.

"噗通"

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

So far, his body was still moving.

An Qisheng slowly closed his fists, looking calm.

Since the beginning of the first picture of the Tao, his mental strength has soared again, and his fist already has the soul and spirit.

In other words, the **** of fist that Wang Zhixuan once mentioned.

A punch in his hand already contained all his spirit.

"This lunatic ..."

Zhao Qiandu was killed with a punch, but An Qisheng's face was not happy.

Zhao Qiandu said to himself from the twelve serial docks.

According to his knowledge, the twelve serial docks are a bitter cold place in the extreme north of Dafeng, and there are many great forces outside the Serbia bordering the Golden Wolf Country.

It's not a happy thing that Pingbai got into such a force, even if that force is thousands of miles away.

But Zhao Qiandu acted wildly and fiercely, and even if he let him go, he could not turn the enemy into a friend.

Let him go this time, and most of the time he will still be the enemy.

Instead, he was killed when it was not the case, at least with some idea.

That is, the strength is not good, otherwise it is the cleanest to travel thousands of miles now, and pull up the twelve serial docks.

His thoughts flashed by and he had already been killed, and he had no regrets.

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

Leaning down, he first picked up Zhao Qiandu's long knife, shook it slightly, and the cold mang spread over the long knife.

With a flick, the sound of buzzing is endless.

"Good knife, this knife, I'm afraid it will be more valuable than all the swordsmen in that weapon shop."

An Qisheng's eyes are slightly bright. He is most proficient in octopus boxing. In the octopus gate, the big gun and knife are absolute killers.

As soon as he started, he knew that this knife was really a good knife.

Unfortunately, this knife is out of reach.

"Master, you, you have murdered again ..."

In the room, Zhang Haohao pressed Shimei's little head and poked her head out.

There were seven or eight deadly bodies in front of him last time, and at this time he was not very afraid.

"Go back to the house!"

While An Qisheng was talking, his men kept chopping Zhao Qiandu clean.

Zhao Qiandu deserves to be a disciple of Damen, and his wealth is not comparable to ordinary people. There are no silver tickets of fifty-two. There are six silver tickets of one hundred and two.

A few pieces of broken silver, a bag of gold leaves, a piece of good jade, a finger of lamb white jade, three bottles of unknown elixir, and finally a book.

"Twelve serial swords ........."

An Qisheng glanced and turned everything into his arms.

After thinking about it, he lifted his foot up and stepped on his head again, his strength spit again.

Make sure that the heavens are born into the world, and it is impossible to rescue them.

"Master ..."

Turning around, the two little guys carrying big bags and small bags ran to the yard.

"Why are you out?"

An Qisheng frowned.

"Master, let's run! South Liangcheng is too dangerous. How long has it been before so many people come to kill us."

Jiang Tingting was pitiful.

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

"Yeah yeah."

Zhang Haohao nodded again and again, watching An Qisheng's bulging robes, very worried:

"This person is so rich, wouldn't he be a thief? If it weren't for the thief, we would be arrested ..."

"Okay, take it back. Who said we were going to run away?"

An Qisheng looked faint:

"You forgot, Master, I was seriously injured, and the capture of the six doors can testify. This person is not Master I can kill ..."

Don't look at Zhao Qiandu's death fast, this person is a master who has already entered the internal training. The internal force may not be as deep as the previous Wang Quandao people, but with a knife in hand, the combat power is even more.

He was sick and killed him?

"what?"

The two little fellows were dumbfounded, staring at their master as if looking at a monster.

Can this still happen?

"Ahem."

An Qisheng gave a cough, and became stunned.

The two little guys widened their eyes and watched the ruddy disappearance on their master's face become sallow and pale, and their bright eyes became opaque and turbid.

The already tight skin became loose again.

In the blink of an eye, it had become a dying old man.

If there is a boxer above the mysterious star energy, it is known that this is a vital method of Neijiaquan. Once it is transported, whether it is heartbeat, pulse, or even viscera, it will fall to the bottom.

Although this method is not perfect, it is by no means ordinary people can see through.

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

Even if Tieshan used the internal force to explore again, he could only see that his injury had improved, but it was impossible to have the strength to kill Nei Lian.

This plan was confirmed instantly when he killed his heart.

"Go, report it ..."

An Qisheng pointed weakly at Zhang Haohao.

"Oh ... oh ..."

Zhang Haohao was a little hesitant. It wasn't until An Qisheng said it again that he reacted and ran out with a sullen expression.

"Tingting."

An Qisheng thought about it and took out everything in his arms:

"Go, pack these things and find a safe place to bury ..."

"Master, you look so scary."

Jiang Tingting hugged An Qisheng's thigh, her eyes slammed down:

"It's the same as before ......... wow ..."

"Tingting doesn't cry."

The big hand that caused the skin to relax due to convergence of all blood and touched the apprentice's small head, An Qisheng smiled gently:

"Master, this is a pretense, but it doesn't really look like this, don't be afraid."

"Um ... uh ..."

Jiang Tingting cried for a while, then picked up a pack of gold and silver and ran to the backyard.

"That's fine ...."

An Qisheng said regret, but his face did not change much. He pressed the blade with one arm and spit it out, suddenly the sharp knife was broken.

Tian Gong Zuo Mei ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Zhang Haohao ran to report the case not long after, snowflakes floated in the sky, a little snow white dotted the city, and also fell into the courtyards of every family.

By the time of the imprisonment capture of Nanliang City, Zhao Qiandu's hardened body had been covered with a thin layer of snow.

Under the guidance of Zhang Haohao, the servant who entered the house saw An Qisheng, who looked like a ruin in the courtyard, sighing:

"Old man, why are you again?"

"Keke"

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

Tieshan glanced at the corpse, staring at the broken knife for a moment, staring straight at An Qisheng:

"Master Tao, how did this person die?"

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