The Record of Righteousness

Outside the hall, the rain was falling.

The drizzle was like a fine needle, mercilessly hitting the heavy armor of the soldiers, making a dull and intermittent sound.

The rain flowed quietly on the bluestone slabs, quietly washing away the pools of blood, but it could not wash away the cruelty of the killing.

I saw densely packed red and black iron-armored officers and soldiers forming an encirclement, tightly surrounding the more than 20 people inside

He Jiancheng carried Lan Feixue, who had become a disabled person, on his back, gritting his teeth and struggling to resist the siege of waves of officers and soldiers.

"Go away! Don't worry about me, I'm a disabled person now, what's the point of saving me?!"

The long spears behind him stabbed together, bringing bursts of whistling, and stabbed Lan Feixue straight away!

He Jiancheng gritted his teeth, turned his body quickly, and held the machete in his hand. "Zheng!!!" The sound of the spears of the soldiers was pressed tightly against the spears!

He just roared:

"Big sister, what are you talking about?! Today we live together and die together!"

"Sister, stop talking! I will definitely save you tonight!"

Lan Zhiruo's heart was broken as her sister was tortured to the point of losing her human form. She cried out in pain with tears in her eyes.

Seeing that He Jiancheng was in trouble, she cried out tenderly, her figure was like a flying feather, and the sword in her hand slashed across the throats of several soldiers like lightning, and several traces of scarlet blood spurted out to save He Jiancheng.

She was wearing the iron armor of the government army, and brought a group of more than 20 followers dressed as officers and soldiers, but they were all women.

It seemed that they had killed some officers and soldiers and robbed their uniforms to sneak in.

Yang Shixiang was full of hatred.

The handsome face he once had was a thing of the past, and now his half-disfigured face was bloody.

It was dotted with mottled bloodstains, like an evil ghost seeking revenge.

He held a long sword in his hand, his eyes were sharp, and he stabbed with endless hatred and resentment.

Every time the sword light was stabbed out seven times, the seven major acupoints on the chest of the soldier in front of him had been stabbed out with blood before he could react!

Then the blood on the chest fell like rain.

This move is the unique martial arts of Taishan School: Seven Stars Falling from the Sky!

These seven swords are mainly divided into two parts.

First stab the seven major acupoints on the opponent's chest, and then wait for the opponent to panic and choose one of the acupoints to stab.

The seven swords came out continuously, like the Milky Way pouring down, the sky falling, and the opponent would be pierced with seven blood holes when he was caught off guard.

And Wan'an is the youngest among the three.

His martial arts are not as exquisite as those of his two senior brothers, but he was born with a baby face.

In addition to his young age, childish voice, and considerate personality, he is quite lovable.

His swordsmanship is not very sharp and moderate, and it is a bit difficult under the impact of the surging weapons and armor.

His white and tender baby face dripped with raindrops, which made him look even more childish.

The two soldiers looked ruthless. Seeing that Wan'an was surrounded and couldn't spare his hands, they raised their spears and stabbed at his back.

Lan Zhiruo caught a glimpse of this critical moment, and then shouted loudly, and her figure floated out like a swallow!

Although the blade in her hand was not fast, it was surprisingly accurate. The throats of the soldiers who passed by all had a blood thread, and they fell to the ground with their throats covered.

Kill!

The two soldiers who were about to attack saw the red and black figure coming, and they couldn't dodge in time. A sword light pierced in front of them, and a stream of blood spurted out of their throats.

The blood splashed on Wan'an's neck, and he hurriedly turned back to find that he was safe.

"Thank you, senior sister!"

Lan Zhiruo nodded, and then raised her sword to kill the surrounding soldiers.

"You thief, how dare you be so rash?!"

A cold and arrogant voice suddenly came!

A dark figure came at a rapid speed, and he flew over the shoulders of the soldiers on the periphery!

The soldiers were still confused when the blue figure passed over their shoulders, and then turned into astonishment.

This person was Wan Qing!

In just two breaths, Wan Qing's light skill flashed and he flew to the inner circle surrounded by soldiers like a ghost.

He laughed a few times, tapped a soldier's shoulder with his black boots, and then floated into the air with a rustle.

In a flash, eight relatively thick silver needles suddenly appeared on his ten fingers.

This silver needle was very different from the ordinary silver needle he had used before.

At this moment, the silver needle between his fingers was about half a foot long and as thick as a wooden chopstick.

Its top exuded a sharp cold light, and at the tail were three protruding inverted spikes.

The spikes were also densely covered with protruding small iron spikes, like thorns covered with barbs.

There was a small hole at the end of the silver needle, which was pulled by a red thread as thin as a hair.

Wan Qing gently stroked his cheek with those hideous barbs, and blood oozed out.

Looking at the more than 20 people, a trace of cruelty appeared on his face, and he murmured:

"Don't worry, I will let you drink the blood of those rebels, and let you drink enough!"

After speaking, he mobilized the strong internal force of all the acupoints in his body and placed it in Dantian, and then the internal force in Dantian burst into his arms!

In an instant, he saw the veins in his hands bursting, and his ten fingers snapped violently!

Several "tick" sounds!

The eight silver needles the size of wooden chopsticks flashed like lightning, and eight blood-red silk threads crossed the sky, as if they were going to cut the sky and the earth apart.

The eight red lines centered on Wan Qing flew down like a life-taking soul lock.

The group of female believers who were fighting with the officers and soldiers had no time to react at all, and their armor was easily torn apart.

“Puff, puff, puff!!!”

In a flash, eight silver needles instantly sank into the abdomens of the eight White Lotus female followers, leaving only the red thread at the end of each silver needle exposed!

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