Another morning, God was very proud of his face. The sun was exposed, and the fire was burning and the clouds hung in the sky, reflecting half of the red side, beautiful!

After having breakfast early, Bai Xiaosheng, Duan Zhiyi and Duan Zhixing came to the city gate lightly and looked out. Soon, the city gate opened, and a team of soldiers escorted more than a dozen men to walk forward.

"Huh?" Duan Zhiyi pointed to one of them and said, "Brother, that's Qin Yi."

Duan Zhixing nodded and said, "No, it's that bastard."

Qin Yi was the one who plotted against Duan Zhiyi. Back then, he came to discuss cooperation with Duan Zhixing. Later, Duan Zhiyi went to Dali for a trip, and it was Qin Yi who invited him in his own name and successfully plotted. Unexpectedly, seeing this big enemy today really made Duan Zhiyi happy.

"Okay, okay, okay. It's great to be able to catch this bastard." Duan Zhiyi said with gritted teeth. He was locked up for more than three years, suffered all the torture, and his hands were also ruined. The hatred in his heart could not be expressed. If he could not vent it well, his mind would probably change. By then, it would be a disaster for him to spread the Beiming Divine Arts.

Fortunately, there is a sword sect that attracts firepower. As long as the sword sect is immortal, I believe his hatred will not be transferred. He is destined to be entangled with the sword sect in his life!

"Someone is here..." Bai Xiaosheng suddenly turned his head and looked at the other side. Duan Zhiyi and Duan Zhixing also looked over. Duan Zhiyi's expression changed and he shouted: "Brother, it's these two old guys who cut off my hands..." Duan Zhixing's pupils shrank, and his eyes stared at the two old guys who rushed out.

These two people are not too old, about fifty years old. They are carrying long swords on their backs, with a childish face, and their eyes are shining brightly. They look like they are flying in the air, jumping down from the roof.

"Hmph! Qin Wuya, Qin Wuhui. Take your life!" Duan Zhixingli shouted, his body suddenly rose and rose into the air. The three of them rushed to deal with each other. The army had stopped and looked at Qin Wuya, Qin Wuhui and the other two. When the three parties gathered for more than a few feet, Duan Zhixing pointed to the void and shot out with a yang finger.

Qin Wuhui snorted coldly, and suddenly stopped under his feet, and the long sword behind him buzzed and flew into his hand. His sword turned round, and a wisp of his sword tip turned into a ray of help, and he pointed it above the finger force of a yang finger. With a puff, the finger force dissipated, and Qin Wuya also took advantage of this to rush into the army. Duan Zhiyi naturally would not watch the ** team being massacred. He followed Duan Zhixing, kicked hard with both feet, and retreated Qin Wuya.

The four of them stood in the street, staring at them. Duan Zhiyi looked full of hatred and growled: "You two old ghosts, I'll send you to hell today."

"Hey!" Qin Wuya glanced at Duan Zhiyi with disdain and said, "Just because of you, a disabled person..."

Swearing people reveals their shortcomings. This makes people hate them. Duan Zhiyi hates Qin Wuya so much. His eyes are bloodshot and his eyes are wide open. His eyes are almost spit out, and his expression is extremely ferocious.

Duan Zhixing reached out to block Duan Zhiyi and whispered: "Second brother. Watch first, brother will avenge you." He shouted softly, and his guardian's skills hit him with one finger.

Duan Zhixing is not very young this year, but his whole body of skills is not low. He has cultivated his yang finger to the third level and can use his finger power five feet away.

The two old guys of the Qin family are not weak either. These two are brothers. Not only are they both have excellent internal skills and superb sword skills, but they also have a set of combined attack techniques, which is even more beneficial to the combination.

The two elders came here to save people, so naturally they could not compete with Duan Zhixing. Qin Wuya took a step forward, with a long sword screen, and each person blocked Duan Zhixing's yang finger with one sword, and Qin Wuhui also turned around and rose up and flew past. Duan Zhiyi saw it and immediately jumped up and kicked with his legs. Unfortunately, Duan Zhiyi did not have any skill in leg skills. The two fought three palms in mid-air, and he was knocked back to the ground, stepped back, and his body was unstable, but Qin Wuhui was wasted in the air, and directly jumped over Duan Zhiyi and flew into the army.

His long sword was unfolded, and the sword light was dazzling. With a light turn, several people fell under his sword and bleeding from his neck. When the other soldiers saw it, they retreated quickly one by one, and Qin Wuhui didn't chase him. As soon as the sword slashed, the ropes tied to the disciples of the Sword Sect broke instantly.

"You go first..." Qin Wuhui shouted, but none of the Qin family's children moved. They collapsed to the ground, each of them weak. Qin Wuhui was shocked and shouted, "Why haven't you moved yet?"

"We don't have the strength..."

"Those soldiers poisoned us, and we couldn't do anything..."

The few people explained it in a verbal way, which shocked Qin Wuhui. He broke Duan Zhiyi again, stepped forward and pulled someone over, took his pulse, and his face looked extremely ugly.

Not far away, Bai Xiaosheng looked at this scene with interest and smiled slightly. Duan Zhixing was also very fragile. He thought of using poison to deal with these people, but it was also right, otherwise ordinary ropes would tie them up.

He looked at Duan Zhixing again, and the two of them were fighting fiercely.

Qin Wuhui and Qin Wuya are both very good at martial arts. They are definitely not worse than Duan Zhixing's fight alone. It is difficult to decide the winner within a few hundred moves. If the two join forces, Duan Zhixing will not be able to win them at all, but it will be extremely difficult for them to want Duan Zhixing because Lingbo Weibu.

The two of them came to save people, but now... they don’t want to save people!

Qin Wuhui's face turned ruthless and thought that these people must not be left to Dali Duan Shi, otherwise his Sword Sect would leak a lot of secrets. His long sword turned around, and before Duan Zhiyi stepped forward, he retreated violently. The sword in his hand turned into a faint light, like a sickle of the god of death, which instantly resulted in the lives of more than a dozen people. Only one person was pulled out by him.

This person is Qin Yi!

"Second Uncle..." Qin Yi exclaimed, Qin Wuhui glared at him fiercely, and roared: "Shut up!"

Duan Zhiyi could not have imagined that Qin Wuhui was so cruel. He gritted his teeth and felt even more hatred. He stamped his feet, jumped up, and kicked from top to bottom. Qin Wuhui pushed Qin Yi away, stabbed his sword quickly, stabbed three swords with one sword, and the sword took his life. Duan Zhiyi gritted his teeth and approached Qin Wuhui, and was hit by two swords on his legs, blood flowing. He swung his arms hard, and slapped Qin Wuhui with his peaks piercing his ears.

Qin Wuhui sneered, and he avoided as soon as he shortened his body. At the same time, his wrist flipped, and the sword light swung, and the long sword in his hand turned into a clear light, piercing into Duan Zhiyi's left shoulder with a puff.

"Ah!" Enduring the pain, Duan Zhixing roared wildly, his body suddenly stepped forward, raised his arms again, hugged Qin Wuhui. Qin Wuhui was shocked, and immediately withdrew his sword, kicked him hard in the abdomen, kicked him away, and used his strength to retreat. He was secretly shocked, knowing that Duan Zhiyi was going to fight to the death. If he hadn't been quick just now, he would have been caught by Duan Zhiyi's arm. By then, his Beiming Divine Art will be reversed.

"Duan Zhiyi, if you want to die, I will fulfill you!" Qin Wuhuili shouted, but before he could do it, Bai Xiaosheng dragged Duan Zhiyi down. He slapped hard, and Duan Zhiyi's long sword on his left shoulder shot back.

Qin Wuhui was startled, and he reached out to hold the sword, but the force on the sword exceeded his imagination. As soon as he touched his shoulder, he felt like an electric shock. His body shook and the sword flew past.

He was shocked, looked at Bai Xiaosheng and asked, "Who are you?"

Bai Xiaosheng smiled at him slightly, his eyes deep and strange. Qin Wuhui was surprised and confused. He was unconsciously attracted by Bai Xiaosheng's eyes. In just a blink of an eye, Qin Wuhui's eyes were unconscious, and his alert body relaxed, and he stood there clangingly.

Bai Xiaosheng patted Duan Zhiyi, but Duan Zhiyi was not sure about it. In an instant, Bai Xiaosheng's eyes suddenly realized that Qin Wuhui was wrong. He felt cruel in his heart, and he flew up and kicked Qin Wuhui.

With a touch, the hatred kicked Qin Wuhui straight into the chest. With a click, his whole chest was sunken.

"Second uncle (second brother)..." Qin Yi and Qin Wuya, who were fighting not far away, were shocked. Dodge, why don't you hide?

Duan Zhixing saw Qin Wuya's corpse and immediately pointed it out with a yang pointing out the finger force, and the finger force was burning and hazy. Qin Wuya was shocked. The sword turned around and touched it. The finger force hit the sword, which made him take a few steps back. Duan Zhixing was in power and flew up, and his fingers were like a machine gun, pointing out with a puff. Qin Wuya quickly retreated, trying his best to protect his whole body with a long sword in his hand, and resisted it with all his strength.

"Get out!" Qin Wuyali shouted, and the sword's momentum changed, and the whole was extremely fierce. His sword was obviously a life-threatening way of fighting.

Duan Zhixing glared at his eyes, and he did not dodge or avoid it. He quickly pointed out with a finger force. Two punches, Qin Wuya was knocked out by the finger force, and Duan Zhixing's body was also opened, and blood flowed.

He ignored his injuries and stopped the retreating momentum with his feet, stepped forward, and shot another finger-and-yang finger-and-finger force. Qin Wuya was already injured and could not control his body. He avoided two points slower. He was hit on his left leg by this finger force, making a muffled sound, and a wisp of smoke came out. Seeing Duan Zhixing's desperate posture, he could no longer care about his injuries, so he rolled on the spot, avoided Duan Zhixing's attack, and crawled backward.

But he forgot Duan Zhiyi. This guy solved Qin Wuhui and felt very happy. He turned his head and saw Duan Zhixing being injured. He hated him again and stepped forward, just blocking Qin Wuya's road.

He kicked, and Qin Wuya felt the strong wind blowing, and his body stagnated, rolled again, barely avoiding. But he was unable to get up, and Duan Zhixing who came also did not have the time to get up.

Under the joint attack of Duan brothers' desperate attack, Qin Wuya quickly followed Qin Wuhui's footsteps and was kicked in the shoulder by Duan Zhiyi. Duan Zhixing immediately made up for him with one finger and took his life.

It is really surprising that the two cows who were coaxing each other and died here in a short time. There is no way. Who said that Bai Xiaosheng is here? They have the advantage and their martial arts are comparable to the five great masters, but when they face hundreds of Bai Xiaosheng, they are the scumbags of War 5. He didn't even take action, and the two died.

‘I’m so energetic, this soul-shifting technique is even more beneficial!’ Bai Xiaosheng touched his chin, ignoring Duan Zhiyi’s surprised eyes, thinking happily. (To be continued...)
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