Great Dao Ji

Under the crimson moonlight, a white robe floated over.

"Mingtang"

An Qisheng's face moved slightly, but he was not surprised.

When he entered Meng Tieshan, he had noticed that Mingtang seemed to have a deep desire for the Soul-stealing Magic Skill.

But he didn't care too much, but was happy.

Mingtang's arrival could get his plan that was interrupted by Huiguo back on track, but today, he had to leave a deep impression on him.

"Six Gates Third-Rank Chief Constable, Mingtang?"

Dongmen Ruo and Zhao Yanyan looked at each other, and their expressions changed.

The Six Gates have a long history, even longer than the history of the Dafeng Dynasty, and have a great deterrent effect on the martial artists living on this land.

Although in recent years, the Dafeng Dynasty's inner court has launched the East and West Factories, which has dispersed many powers.

But it is still the strongest violent agency that can be compared with the Jinyiwei.

And the third-rank chief constable must be a master who has condensed the seeds of true energy!

"Dongmen Ruo of Jishen Sect, Zhao Yanyan of Baiyue Villa"

Mingtang glanced at several people, his eyes fixed on An Qisheng, especially on his white hair.

White hair and black clothes

Could it be this person?

"Captain Ming, what are you doing here?"

Dongmen Ruo was alert and asked indifferently.

The relationship between the martial arts world and the court has been very bad in all dynasties. As a martial artist, he has a natural wariness of court lackeys like Liushanmen.

Especially, this is a third-rank chief constable.

In Liushanmen, there are nine ranks of constables. Those who have completed the blood exchange are the fourth rank, and those who have condensed their true qi are the third rank.

There are nearly 10,000 constables in the entire Liushanmen, but there are only 13 chief constables.

Really powerful.

"Dongmen Ruo, you are late. Kong San, your abandoned disciple of Jishen Sect, has been executed a few days ago."

Mingtang said indifferently.

The Six Gates monitor the martial arts world, and all outstanding disciples from each sect are recorded in the book. Kong San did not have this qualification before he defected, but Dongmen Ruo, as a rising star of the Jishen Sect and an elite disciple who had undergone a blood transfusion in his twenties, naturally knew him.

"Kong San?"

Dongmen Ruo's eyes flashed, and he snorted coldly: "Good death."

He was naturally not here for Kong San. When Kong San defected, he was still traveling around the world. He came to Ronghua Mansion not to clean up the door.

In fact, at this time, he knew that Kong San did not flee to the outside of the Great Wall

"It's a pity that the person was not killed by this official."

Ming Tang expressed deep regret.

"Haha, that's really a pity."

Dongmen Ruo looked cold.

He didn't care about Kong San's life or death. It was better for him to die. He was just an abandoned disciple.

"Chief Constable Ming has bad intentions. Could it be that Brother Zhao and I have violated your family's laws again?"

Zhao Yanyan clenched the two moon-like transparent short knives in his palm and asked lightly.

"That's not the case. Everyone can kill the bandits. You two are not only innocent, but you can also go to the government to receive the reward. This time, I am not here for you."

Mingtang's eyes shifted, and he took a deep look at An Qisheng, especially the white hair:

"May I ask what this friend's name is?"

"Hehe."

An Qisheng smiled faintly, but ignored Mingtang's question, and turned to look at Dongmen Ruo:

"You two, we have to say goodbye now."

"Brother An, you..."

Dongmen Ruo frowned, so Mingtang's target is An Qisheng?

Zhao Yanyan suddenly asked:

"May I ask Chief Constable Ming, what law did Young Master An break that you are so kind to come?"

"Hmm?"

Mingtang frowned, and then answered expressionlessly:

"No comment."

The matter of the Soul-stealing Demonic Skill must not be spread, otherwise many people in the martial arts world will come here after hearing the news.

Once Ronghua Mansion is in chaos, it will not be a good thing.

"No comment, or are you trying to accuse me? The Six Gates are getting more and more overbearing."

Dongmen Ruo slowly stood up, his face slightly unfriendly:

"When you, the Six Gates, arrested several of my brothers, you seemed to say no comment?"

"Your brothers thought they were good at martial arts and dared to attack and kill officials. They just died!"

Mingtang looked indifferent:

"Do you two want to try it too?"

"You!"

Dongmen Ruo was furious, and he was about to attack with his long sword.

"Brother Dongmen"

Zhao Yanyan held his arm and shook his head slightly.

The Six Gates are actually behind the court.

For decades, with the rise of Dafeng's national strength, the Six Gates have become more and more feared by people in the martial arts world.

In recent years, they have fabricated various charges to arrest martial arts masters.

Dongmen Ruo's move at this time is exactly what he wants.

"Brother Dongmen."

An Qisheng slowly stood up, the cold iron spear humming in his palm, making a vibration sound like hitting a bronze bell:

"Let's say goodbye!"

Clang~

Before the voice fell, the cold iron and the air flow rubbed violently.

Zhao Yanyan looked up and saw An Qisheng move his body, stepping forward without retreating, and raising the long spear behind him, and then waving out a sky full of spear shadows!

The humming sound of thousands of spear shadows at the same time was like thunder, carrying the momentum of tidal waves, rushing towards Mingtang.

It was obviously just a single person with a single spear, but it seemed like thousands of people were charging together.

The momentum was magnificent!

"It's you."

Feeling the familiar energy, Mingtang's pupils shrank.

The sky full of spear shadows waving, a short knife suddenly appeared in Mingtang's arm.

The knife was only two feet long, its color was restrained, but it was not straight, and it seemed to be curved.

Clang~

Amid the sound of gun shadows piercing the air, shaking like wind and thunder, the sound of swords clanging was melodious and long, like the roar of an old man on a stage.

A sword was swung, but a light seemed to bloom suddenly.

As soon as the sword light was raised, a scorching feeling seemed to rise between heaven and earth. The snow-white sword light came through the air. Under the fierce friction between the air flow and the blade, a layer of light red suddenly appeared on the short sword.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!

The sound of gold and iron clashing instantly drowned out all the noise.

The shadows of spears all over the sky seemed to instantly dissipate in the sky, and in the billowing air currents, the spears trembled, as straight as an angry dragon.

Under the shadow of spears all over the sky, it was just a stab in the middle!

when!

There was a loud bang.

Mingtang's white clothes flew back, and the dust beneath his feet rose.

In front of him, the spear tip and the blade faced each other, causing ripples of air waves one after another.

The night wind was very light, but the air current at this time was very strong. Dust was scattered all around, and grains of earth, stone, and sand were scattered. A little further away, old trees were rustling, shaking off the remaining snow and withered yellow leaves.

"Infuriating"

After a collision, An Qisheng's body was galloping like a swimming dragon, with his two-foot-long spear moving around him, like a ferocious black dragon coiling around his body, and occasionally delivering vicious blows.

At the same time, he frowned secretly in his heart.

During the fight with Yu Huiguo, he had already discovered that after condensing the true energy seeds, the true energy was much more destructive than the internal force, which was very different from the feeling when he fought against Kong San.

Kong San's internal energy was extremely strong, but once the impact of the internal energy spread, the damage to him was extremely limited.

But Zhenqi is different. With his current physique, he can still defeat his internal strength with a spear of two feet.

Moreover, after each collision, there was a stinging sensation in both arms that felt like needle pricks. As the number of collisions increased, it would spread to the whole body.

With his physique and the long spear as an extension, he would not be seriously injured in one go.

But in the end, I still suffered a loss.

"The internal strength is very thin, but the physique is extremely amazing. Is this person practicing horizontal and hard skills? It seems that he has not yet learned the Heavenly Seizing Spiritual Sutra. It has only been a few days. There is no way he can learn this magic skill!"

Mingtang felt clear in his heart, knowing that this was his best chance.

With the physique of the person in front of him being even more powerful than his own, once his internal strength is raised, condensing his energy is as simple as eating and drinking.

By then, I'm afraid I won't be my opponent anymore.

Immediately, his men became more anxious, waving the sword like a violent storm, and the true energy in his body was beating endlessly.

"Want a quick victory?"

Amidst the shadows of guns filling the sky, An Qisheng sneered in his heart.

Both the short sword and the long spear have their own advantages and disadvantages, but in this open place in the mountains and forests, his advantage is undoubtedly greater. If the short sword meets the long spear head-on, he will also suffer.

It is not easy for him to win quickly, and it is impossible for Mingtang to win quickly.

Zhengzhengzheng~~~

The sounds of swords and guns clashing came one after another. The two started a fierce battle in front of the mountain stronghold. The ground shook wherever they passed, earth and rocks flew everywhere, and smoke billowed.

For a moment, under the crimson moonlight, all that could be seen was the light of swords and shadows of guns, the silhouettes of people flashing, and the air currents roaring and stirring, but they gradually moved away.

"Who is this An Qisheng?"

Before leaving the village, Dongmen Ruo and Zhao Yanyan looked at each other, and they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Whether it is the evil monk Huiguo or the third-rank chief catcher Mingtang of the Six Sects, they are both long-established masters who have condensed the seeds of true energy.

How could An Qisheng, who had no family or sect and no deeds to tell about, be able to fight on par with these two people?

"The world is so big, it is common for senior masters to live in seclusion in the mountains and fields and pass down their martial arts skills."

Zhao Yanyan shook his head slightly.

"I can only ask after the next meeting. I believe that such a person will soon become famous all over the world."

Dongmenruo frowned slightly, recalling An Qisheng's martial arts skills.

But still found nothing.

Apart from the sheer force and weight of his force, there is nothing subtle about his marksmanship. It is unlike any other martial arts he has ever known. Each move is just the basis of marksmanship.

"Only the six gates are becoming more domineering, and the Jin Yiwei wants to collect the world's weapons. I'm afraid the martial arts world will be in chaos in the future."

Zhao Yanyan was worried:

"The things that the owner of the village, Master Bai Yue, once said may actually happen."

"Junior sister, stop worrying unfoundedly."

Dongmenruo shook his head slightly:

"Although Zhenren Baiyue is the greatest master in the world, his calculations may not be correct. Who can say for sure what will happen in the future? If we say that the martial arts world in the future will wither with only the Jin Yiwei and the Six Gates, I am a millionaire. Don’t believe it”

"What Senior Brother Dongmen said is reasonable."

Zhao Yanyan held back his long hair and said no more.

After a moment of silence, Dongmenruo sighed softly:

"Junior Sister Zhao, please rest for a while while I go to the stronghold to clean up some things."

He couldn't help but sigh.

Cleaning the battlefield has always been a dirty job. He pulled An Qisheng along on the way, most likely to ask him to help him clean the battlefield.

Who would have thought that in the end, I would have to clean up the battlefield myself.

Not only that, the spoils of this mountain have nothing to do with me.