Great Dao Ji

The dark wind howled loudly at night, and blood flowed into rivers and bones into mountains.

Xue Chaoyang stood with his hands behind his hands, overlooking the burning village.

The detectives he led were all elites from the two states, so they were naturally able to capture them easily against a ragtag group of people.

While Tieshan was in a daze, many policemen were already walking out with swords in hand, trampling on them with pools of blood.

"Beast! Beast!"

A bald man who was tied up and thrown into a pool of blood looked up at Xue Chaoyang and shouted angrily:

"Xue Chaoyang, I am your eighteenth generation ancestor!!!"

"Asshole!"

The catcher quickly raised his eyebrows and shouted angrily, stepped on his back with a single step, and heard a 'click' sound, crushing his spine:

"Damn bastard!"

"puff!"

The bald man pressed against the cold ground covered with blood, spit out a mouthful of blood, and cursed: "Xue Chaoyang, I will never let you go even if I'm a ghost!"

"Qiu Leng, you should know why I am keeping your life alive for now."

Xue Chaoyang's eyes were cold and he spoke indifferently:

"After all, I told you that I will give you a happy death."

"Hahaha! Oops!"

The bald man laughed wildly and cursed: "You bitches will kill you if you want. It is absolutely impossible for me to slander Huangjue Temple!"

"slander?"

Xue Chaoyang sneered, said nothing, and waved slightly:

"A quick one."

Among the many arrests, one person walked out and bowed:

"Sir, this villain was originally a butcher. His knife skills are average, but his knife skills are not bad."

"Do you need a fishing net?"

Xue Chaoyang asked.

"No need."

The catcher bowed slightly and said:

"Before 3,600 swords, if he dies, his subordinates will make up for the remaining number of swords on themselves."

"very good."

Xue Chaoyang nodded slightly, turned to Qiu Leng, and said:

"If you say anything about the filth in Huangjue Temple at this time, I will keep your word and leave your body intact."

"Xue Chaoyang!!"

Qiu Leng's body trembled, his expression distorted:

"You don't have to die well! You don't have to die well!"

"Let's do it."

Xue Chaoyang's eyes were indifferent.

"yes!"

The catcher moved, holding the two-foot dagger in his hand, and slowly walked towards Qiu Leng.

"Hahaha! What a six-door, it's really impressive!"

Suddenly, a long laugh pierced the night sky.

All the arresters were shocked.

Turning around, he saw a line of white clothes floating in the crimson night, flying across the sky ten feet like a ghost, and landed on an old tree outside the village.

A hundred feet away, he looked at Xue Chaoyang.

The man in white held the sword with both hands and looked cold.

He has a tall and straight figure, with long hair tied behind his shoulders. He is handsome and handsome, and has an excellent temperament.

Even though he sneered, there was a hint of laziness on his face.

"Wu Liusan, are you finally willing to give up?"

Among the people, only Xue Chaoyang was not surprised and seemed to already know who the visitor was.

"The lone thief, Wu Liusan?!"

The expressions of all the detectives changed.

Wu Liusan was originally the son of a Dafeng squire. He was born in middle school at the age of seven. He was admitted as a scholar at the age of thirteen. Unfortunately, he failed three times after that. After his family fell into decline, he did not know where he learned martial arts, especially his excellent light kung fu. .

He doesn't pick flowers, he doesn't kill people, he doesn't touch the houses of extremely good people, he only robs evil squires. He even committed a major crime in the capital and was arrested by the six gates for more than ten years.

Because of his excellent light skills, he repeatedly escaped capture.

Wu Liusan did not answer, but looked at Qiu Leng with dark eyes:

"Brother, I'm late."

He had a friendship with Qiu Leng, but it was only when Qiu Leng was still young, and then they broke off contact after hearing about his evil deeds.

This time, after hearing about the Soul Seizing Demon Kung Fu and entering the Huayan Mountains, I saw the fire on the Jianzhi Peak hurriedly coming from a distance.

He originally didn't want to come forward, but he didn't expect that Xue Chaoyang would actually torture Lingchi, so he couldn't help it.

“Brother Wu, it’s not too late, it’s not too late!”

Qiu Leng's eyes shed tears of blood:

"I have died since the day I was expelled from Huangjue Temple. It is enough for me to see you before I die! You are no match for these beasts, let's go!"

"You have done many evil things and deserve to die."

Wu Liusan turned his eyes and looked at Xue Chaoyang:

"It's just that it's too much to kill everyone in the family and use Lingchi's torture, isn't it? Xue Mingjing!"

"What's the point?"

Xue Chaoyang replied calmly:

"Farmers have to remove the roots of weeds. I am here to eliminate harm to the country. Even if my methods are cruel, who can say that I am not?"

"very good."

Wu Liusan's eyes suddenly turned cold: "I know that you, Xue Chaoyang, have been alone all your life. You have no house, no wives, no descendants, and no even apprentices. But don't these police officers here also have family members?"

Wu Liusan sighed secretly.

Among the six famous arresters in the Six Gates, only Xue Chaoyang is the most surly.

He has no love for gold, silver or jewels, no greed for power and wealth, no relatives or friends, no heirs, not even half a disciple.

Thirty years ago, a thief held his father and brother hostage and only let him go once. He ignored them and allowed his father and brother to die tragically on the street.

From then on, no one would threaten him.

"Wu Liusan!"

"What do you want to do?"

In the village, many of the detectives became distraught.

No one jumped out of a rock, most of them had relatives and friends.

Xue Chaoyang's face darkened:

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know very well."

Wu Liusan looked calm and looked at Xue Chaoyang, who was more than a hundred feet away: "Since everyone in the village is dead, Mr. Wu has no intention of interfering in the affairs of the Six Gates. However, I have an old relationship with Qiu Leng, and I cannot sit back and watch his tragic death. ”

"Kill him now, give me the whole body, and Mr. Wu will turn around and leave!"

"Xue has never been threatened in his life. Even if my father and brother fall into the hands of the enemy, I still refuse to obey. Are you worthy of threatening me?"

Xue Chaoyang sneered and ordered calmly:

"Draw the knife!"

"yes!"

In the village, the catcher struggled for a moment, gritted his teeth and stepped forward. With a flash of light, he cut off Qiu Leng's right chest.

Qiu Leng seemed unaware and just looked outside the village:

"Brother Wu, let's go. It's just a death. A few stabs are nothing."

Before he finished speaking, the sword flashed and his tongue was cut off!

Wu Liusan's eyes turned cold:

"Very good, very good! Xue Chaoyang, you are very good!"

"Mingtang, everything from now on will proceed as planned."

Xue Chaoyang glanced at Mingtang, who was silent among the crowd, and transmitted the message into the secret.

Then there was a long roar that shook the ground for miles. In the roar of the air, it suddenly spanned dozens of feet, pulling out a sad black line in the vast night, heading straight towards Wu Liusan:

"Now that you're here, don't leave!"

boom!

Outside the cottage, the air flow exploded.

The mighty true energy rolled like a dragon, breaking many old trees, and the energy mixed with the rolling waves of earth.

In a matter of seconds, blood spilled into the sky.

"Xue Chaoyang! Your Sirius Seven Demon Swords are really powerful, but you can't kill me!"

After a muffled groan, Baiyi quickly passed through the forest and let out a long roar:

"But if I, Wu Liusan, don't die, you won't be able to sleep peacefully in the future!"

The ground shook and the mountains shook, like a roaring dragon. The rows of old trees in the forest were broken, and the earth waves boiled and stirred, rising several feet high like a curtain.

Xue Chaoyang's eyes were cold:

"Then you, just go die!"

The two of them drifted away, one behind the other.

There was silence in the cottage illuminated by blazing fire.

"Sir, the three thousand six hundred cuts have been completed."

In front of Mingtang, the policeman bowed with a knife.

“What a hard bone”

Mingtang snorted softly and said:

"Let's go, it's time to take action."

"Sir, we really want it"

A policeman hesitated to speak.

"Do you dare to question my lord's order?"

Mingtang's eyes turned cold.

"My subordinates don't dare. It's just that we alone may not be able to do what we can."

The detective smiled bitterly.

There were thousands of martial arts people entering the mountain this time, more than ten times their number, and there were many masters among them.

"You thought it was just us?"

Mingtang's eyes were dim.

In the dense forest, fighting continued, and dull screams could be heard from time to time.

In the crimson night, a group of night walkers shuttled through the mountains and forests, holding swords across the sword, moving like ghosts, killing everyone on sight.

Blood was flowing on the sword that shone with blue light.

"Who are you? You have no grievances and no grudges, and you want to kill me without any grievances or grudges?"

A figure fled in panic, roaring from time to time, trying to attract others.

He was extremely fast and his movements were extremely agile. He shuttled through the mountains and forests like a civet cat, but his face was full of despair.

Wisps of paralysis spread over the wound where he was stabbed, and his speed was slowly decreasing.

Behind him, the group of men in black were like ghosts, but their speed was not much slower than him. Gradually, they were almost catching up.

Just when he felt desperate, his eyes lit up and he saw what seemed to be fire flickering in the mountains and forests in the distance.

Surprised in her heart, she gained some extra strength, jumped up a few times, and ran crazily towards the fire.

At the same time, the internal energy surged, making the sound of a lion and a tiger:

"Friends in front of me, I am Kunshan Xu Da, someone is chasing me, please save me!"

Between life and death, Xu Da's voice shook the mountains and forests.

Click~

The big tree they were hugging was broken by Xu Da. He rolled and crawled through the jungle. When he looked up, he couldn't help but froze.

In the open space between the mountains and forests, dozens of men in black sitting around the campfire all turned their heads to look.

Even the black masks couldn't hide the joking expression on everyone's faces.

He noticed that the leader among the crowd was the tall figure sitting cross-legged by the bonfire.

The man's majestic body, which could not be concealed by his black clothes, was as tall as a mountain, and his face was hidden in the shadows under the dark cloak.

In front of him, a dark and heavy long spear of two feet stood. Under the night wind, the spear seemed to be buzzing like a spirit.

"I"

When Xu Da was in despair, a blade of light fell from the sky and pierced his heart.

When he was dying, he saw a man in black kneeling on the ground and said in a hoarse voice:

"Master Tuoba, more than thirty people have been killed in this mountain forest, and no one has escaped."

Lord Tuoba?

Could it be Tuoba Chongguang from the Six Doors?

These people are actually members of the imperial court?

Xu Da struggled in vain twice and lost his breath.

"I did a good job, but now I am not Tuoba Chongguang, but"

The low voice turned into a powerful one.

As he stood up suddenly, holding a spear in his hand, it sounded loudly like a bell ringing:

"An Qisheng!"