The Record of Righteousness

At this time, all the ordinary members of the White Lotus Sect had been slaughtered by Wan Qing, leaving only corpses on the ground.

The blood was washed away by the rain and gradually gathered into a blood stream in the depression, and the thick red was diluted.

It seemed that God could not bear to see the killing of living beings.

Looking at the five people who were trapped and fighting, Wan Qing smiled proudly:

"You White Lotus rebels, if you surrender now, I will let you die quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being cruel!"

Yang Shixiang was surrounded and full of hatred. He spat and said hatefully:

"Bah, dead eunuch! You want us to sit and wait for death, dreaming of your spring and autumn!"

Lan Feixue was dying on He Jiancheng's back, but she could not hide her hatred for this man in her eyes, and said:

"Eunuch! You have done so many evil things, aren't you afraid of being punished by God?!"

Wan Qing laughed as if he heard a joke.

"You rebels, don't you know your own identities?"

"Now I am an official, and you are the thieves. If you are punished by heaven, it will be you. Since ancient times, only officials can kill thieves, and thieves cannot kill officials. I will kill you rebels to eliminate harm for the people and enforce justice on behalf of heaven!"

"Stop talking nonsense and die!"

After speaking, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His right hand gently outlined, as if picking up a flower. With a sound of "Ding!", like a hard bow, the several silver needles cut through the layers of air waves and rushed straight to Lan Feixue's face! ! !

"Big Sister!!"

The silver needle was extremely fine, and the speed was extremely fast. It cut through the layers of air waves and lingered in his ears. He Jiancheng was shocked. With the tilt of the blade, he turned around and blocked it!

But there were two "Ding Ding!" sounds!

The remaining silver needle was not blocked. With a "Puff!" sound, it was exploded in He Jiancheng's chest, blooming a flower of flesh and blood!

He Jiancheng looked embarrassed, and the muscles on his face were trembling with pain.

He knelt on one knee with a knife against the ground. His chest was already bloody, and in the middle was an embroidery needle that had sunk into the flesh. The blood dripped down and was washed away by the rain.

Lan Feixue's face was full of pain, and she was already in tears. Her tears soaked the back of He Jiancheng's clothes.

"Jiancheng! Don't worry about me, go away!"

"No! I said, we will live together and die together today!"

He Jiancheng barely squeezed out these words from his teeth in pain. He was originally a hot-tempered person, and coupled with his stubborn personality, the unyielding spirit surged up again.

Two cold winds whistled from behind, and raindrops were lightly splashed on his cheeks.

"Zheng!"

The blades of the two soldiers chopped down in unison. He Jiancheng roared, drew his knife to resist, and suddenly released the force backwards. The two soldiers leaned forward uncontrollably!

"Kill!!!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, He Jiancheng swung his knife from bottom to top, flashing a knife arc. Instantly, the two soldiers were startled, and a black and red crack appeared in their throats, dripping blood.

Wan Qing nodded, put away his personal handkerchief, and said with a smile:

"You are quite capable."

"But don't even think about escaping, you will all die today!!!"

After the fierce smile, his expression was filled with unprecedented brutality.

Wan Qing laughed wildly for a few times, and his ten fingers clenched the red threads with a few "swoosh" sounds.

The eight hideous special silver needles were taken back to his hand with a "swish"!

The eight silver needles that had just arrived in his hand were not warmed up yet, and his palms burst out with internal force!

In a flash, the blurred red threads cut through the wind and rain, "Swoosh, swish!" Several sounds rushed towards He Jiancheng!

Sunflower Magic Skill, only speed can't break it!

Wan Qing naturally knew this truth, the advantages of Sunflower Magic Skill are nothing more than two points.

The first is that those who practice Sunflower Magic Skill do not need to meditate every day, and practice for several years to generate internal strength.

This magic skill only needs to coordinate the operation of Dantian and various acupoints, and then the internal strength will be continuously generated, and the practitioner will benefit infinitely.

The second is that even if the martial arts of the Sunflower practitioner are poor, they can be as fast as ghosts with the support of the vast internal strength!

Often when the opponent is not familiar with his own martial arts routine, he will be completely killed.

The eight silver needles locked the target like a poisonous snake.

When he was close to He Jiancheng, it was Lan Zhiruo who stepped on the bluestone slab, and her armor brought a gust of wind and rain. She did not dare to be careless at all. She hurriedly blocked in front of He Jiancheng, holding her breath and concentrating, and the sword in her hand burst out seven weak sword beams!

Seven stars fell from the sky!

The seven weak sword beams formed a horizontal barrier, blocking the seven life-seeking silver needles, but one escaped and rushed straight to He Jiancheng's head from the side!

In a hurry, Lan Zhiruo's eyes were about to burst, and her body stood on one foot and tilted down. She bit her silver teeth, and her right hand "swish" flashed a sword flower, and "ding!" cut off the remaining silver needle.

Seeing that his eight silver needles did not kill He Jiancheng, and he was forced by the witch, Wan Qing frowned and took back the eight silver needles. It seems that the witch had concealed her own power before.

In such a flash, Wan Qing did not dare to play with the remaining prey anymore, after all, the lion still uses all its strength to fight the rabbit!

I saw that one of his hands behind his back was hidden as a claw, and a wave of air burst out between his five fingers!

The wind and rain were shaken away, but he saw that he held a single palm in front of him, and rushed towards Lan Zhiruo in a ghostly manner!

But she heard a sinister laugh in her ear, and when Lan Zhiruo turned around, Wan Qing's ghostly figure was already in front of her!

"Die!!!"

She was immediately frightened and her scalp went numb. If she turned around to avoid it, she would definitely be slapped to death by Wan Qing!