The Record of Righteousness

Wan Qing didn't want to delay any more time, he just wanted to fight quickly. At this time, even if he was at the sunflower level, the internal force in each acupuncture point was already extremely strong.

After all, he was just a wild way, without the correction and guidance of the famous and upright sects, he relied on himself to explore the sword and knife skills.

Therefore, his sword skills would only grow wildly, without any skills or gorgeousness. He racked his brains to give the opponent a fatal blow, and naturally there would not be many rules.

The sword blade stabbed at the neck of the golden sword one after another. The golden sword was beaten in a mess, and at the same time, he was amazed at the speed of this person's sword skills, and the afterimage appeared quickly.

The golden sword's weapon was just an ordinary weapon, how could it withstand such a rapid attack, and soon a gap appeared. With a "crackling" sound, it was completely broken into pieces by Wan Qing. At the moment of falling, Wan Qing laughed grimly, and those fragments were hit into the body of the golden sword by his palm, embedded in the flesh and blood of the golden sword.

With a scream, Jin Dadao's chest was already bloody and covered with many broken blades. The wound was not deep but looked very ferocious.

If Wan Qing's skills were a little deeper, these blades would have crushed Jin Dadao's internal organs in an instant.

Now was a good time to beat the dog when it was down. Jin Dadao only had a broken knife in his hand. His body was bloody and his ear was broken. He looked embarrassed and ridiculous.

"Why don't you let my three brothers go? Jin has quite a bit of family wealth. If you don't mind, Jin is willing to entrust everything to you!"

Jin Dadao panicked. He clearly felt the man's profound martial arts. His three brothers were definitely not his opponent, so he had to beg for mercy humbly.

But Wan Qing smiled. First, he didn't lack money.

Secondly, if he let these people go, it would be like letting a tiger go back to the mountain, and there would be endless troubles in the future.

Therefore, he did not intend to stop. He clearly felt that Jin Dadao's aura was already disordered. It would only take a moment to kill him.

"Do you have some old grudges with Jin?"

Seeing that Wan Qing was still silent, his sword attack became more and more violent, and there was no sign of stopping, Jin Dadao also gave up that heart, and Wan Qing's arrogance just happened to arouse Jin Dadao's anger:

"Since you don't want to talk much, then Jin can only beat you to death with all his strength!"

Wan Qing didn't want to say even one more word to a dying person.

He just felt that his martial arts were already at the middle stage of the first layer of sunflower, and he had been stagnant in this period for a long time. Even though his martial arts were great in the eyes of others, he wanted more and stronger power, and the current force could not satisfy him.

Only constant exchange, constant training, and constant killing could make him go further. There is no gamble more exciting than the gamble of life and death!

Kill!!!

The golden sword kept swinging the blade, but it didn't touch the enemy at all, only leaving countless knife marks on the wall. Even though the golden sword's sword technique was flexible, it was naturally inferior to the more flexible masters in such a narrow alley.

In Wan Qing's eyes, the golden sword had already been full of flaws at this time. His fighting style at this time was a method of deception, and he did not rely entirely on the weapon in his hand. After all, he really relied on his extremely strong internal force.

Although the sword did not succeed, Wan Qing chopped at his vitals several times in succession. It was not easy to withstand this strong palm technique. Although the surface was intact, it was actually severely damaged.

It was equivalent to Wan Qing's internal force hitting the body of another person, and the true energy rushed into his body, directly injuring his internal organs.

How could the golden sword see Wan Qing's calculations? He was just busy dealing with Wan Qing's aggressive sword light, and had no idea that the real killer move was the palm technique.

After being slapped dozens of times, it was a miracle that Jin Dadao could still hold out for a few breaths with only a broken sword. When blood splashed, it was Wan Qing's sword that had already stabbed deep into Jin Dadao's right arm.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Jin Dadao's face was distorted, and he was in pain. He just kept howling. His right arm was broken and he could only retreat quickly, but Wan Qing would never give him a chance. The blade in his hand still stayed on Jin Dadao's right arm.

Wan Qing's face was full of haze, and more of it was the violent look after seeing blood.

His legs took advantage of the narrow alley and tapped the wall twice quickly. The blade in his hand was still tightly buried in Jin Dadao's flesh and bones.

Wan Qing's whole body spun in the air, and the blade drilled an arc-shaped sword flower on Jin Dadao's arm, followed by a scream and a broken arm.

Wan Qing didn't plan to continue wasting time. His figure fell gently like a flying bird, and his thin sword rushed straight to Jin Dadao's neck. Jin Dadao only had one left arm left, and he raised it to resist, but he didn't expect that this was just Wan Qing's method of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west!

But such a fight is changing rapidly. Once a mistake is made or the reaction is not fast enough, it will be an abyss of no return.

A thin sword instantly penetrated the side of Jin Dadao's neck, and it penetrated completely. Wan Qing smiled triumphantly and pulled out his blood sword casually.

It would have been better if he didn't pull it out. Jin Dadao struggled like a stranded fish, making a "gurgling" sound.

As soon as it was pulled out, the blood in Jin Dadao's neck gushed out like rain, but his eyes were wide open, as if he was dying with his eyes open, and his body like a giant bear fell to the ground.

The outcome of the battle on Wan Qing's side was already decided. He looked towards Leng Tiancun, only to see that Leng Tiancun was already at the end of his strength, Jin Erdao was still on the ground with his life or death unknown, but Jin Sandao was fighting more and more courageously, showing no sign of fatigue at all.

Jin Sanda's face was full of madness at this time, his face was trembling, he spit out blood foam, and roared:

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