Chapter 4, the moral standards of society are declining, and people's hearts are no longer as they once were
The chief inspector extended his hand to release Dou Changsheng and calmly stated, "Rest assured, with so many brothers having died, how can we allow him to die so happily?"
The dried energy in the dantian surged forth once again, causing the exposed skin to swell, as if a faint sheen had emerged, resembling a steel-forged iron man
Dou Changsheng was taken aback and instinctively struggled to break free, but the grip on his wrist was like a vice; no matter how much Dou Changsheng struggled, it remained completely unmoved
This strike shatters everything in its path
Slightly shaking his head, this is an illusion; he is one of the thirty-six chief captains of the Divine Capital, a significant figure with a strength equivalent to the third rank.
The waist knife measures three feet in length, with a narrow blade and a short handle
The waist knife advances inch by inch, while the aura dissipates inch by inch
How could one fear their own humble ninth rank
Wansan displayed a strained expression as he wielded the several hundred pounds heavy black iron greatsword, which was no small burden
But in the end, failure came, and blood continued to spill from the corners of the mouth.
Dou Changsheng seized the opportunity to pursue, and this already represented three times the power
But just as the waist knife was drawn, halfway raised, the wrist was already seized.
With the mouth slightly open, in coordination with the nostrils, a deep breath was taken, followed by a heavy exhalation, releasing a stream of white vapor.
Looking at the back of the chief constable, Dou Changsheng shook his head again. It is said that the chief constable of Zhuquefang is approachable, relatively talkative, and enjoys communicating with subordinates, making him a good leader. However, it seems that this has been idealized, as he clearly is not very willing to communicate with his subordinates.
The energy aura detaches from the body, signifying the impending transformation into a formidable force.
The aura covering the black iron heavy sword began to gradually dissipate, and suddenly, more than half of the aura had vanished, revealing the faint black blade of the black iron heavy sword
Dou Changsheng silently cursed in his heart
The sound of a persistent cough arose
The two swift swords clashed together once more
Like a dam storing water, a breach suddenly appears, and the water rushes out through the opening
The power of this second strike is not weak even in the Eighth Rank Qi Refinement Realm
The second strike of the Sword Master has a power that is already double the basic power
The spirit that had originally collapsed has suddenly erupted like a volcano.
The dark iron heavy sword was enveloped in wisps of energy, which flowed like water, continuously circulating with the surrounding atmosphere. Ultimately, it erupted like a hedgehog, forming numerous upright strands of energy.
The moral standards of society are declining, and people's hearts are no longer as they used to be
With Wan San already exhausted and on the verge of collapse, he slightly shifted his body, and the waist knife struck his shoulder.
explosive anger
Like a meteor, it shines with dazzling brilliance
Upon returning home, Dou Changsheng's previously carefree expression suddenly became solemn
The Third Blade of the Master of the Sword Path
A broad and rough palm struck three areas on the chest in succession, causing a waxy white complexion to flush with a tide of red
After the chief constable finished speaking, he began to gesture to the arriving constables to start handling the scene of the murder.
On the sturdy arms, there were gashes, as if they had been sliced by a sharp blade
The Gale has been completely isolated, and the aura of the Black Iron Heavy Sword extends outward. In the blink of an eye, it once again envelops the Black Iron Heavy Sword, with the aura swirling at its tip, rendering the Black Iron Heavy Sword invisible. At this moment, what appears is akin to a sword formed entirely of aura.
At this moment, the sharp blade has already developed a notch, which is the point of impact with the dark iron heavy sword, having been forcefully shattered.
Boom
Dou Changsheng reached out to grasp the waist knife with the notch, and he could not tell if it was an illusion, but he always felt that this chief constable was somewhat afraid of him and did not wish to have much contact with him
A single stroke cuts through the air
Wansan suddenly encountered an explosive attack from Dou Changsheng. In a direct confrontation, after the black iron heavy sword was deflected, his robust arms trembled, and his back swelled up like an airbag, causing the black iron heavy sword to rise upward midway.
Utilizing a certain form of extraordinary technique, I forcibly suppressed my injuries and have already restored about seventy to eighty percent of my peak strength
Quickly close the door, then respectfully bow and say: "The disciple respectfully welcomes the esteemed master to descend upon us."
He reached for his waist knife, intending to kill Wan San completely
Thump thump thump ! ! ! ! !
Wansan is not feeling well, and Dou Changsheng is also not doing well here
Take advantage of his illness to take his life
Upon reaching hell, one will understand what it means to live worse than death
Return to rest, see me tomorrow
The entire body was engulfed in numbness, and the "Sword Master" actively began to wield two swords. Each strike consumed a significant amount of energy, the rhythm of breathing had become chaotic, and the mouth was slightly ajar, relying solely on nasal breathing was insufficient for oxygen intake
The most notable aspect of the Seventh Rank of the Condensed Qi Realm is the ability to project Qi away from the body, capable of killing at a distance of ten meters without any visible signs.
A single slash from the blade stirred up a wave of air, the rolling waves of air surged forth like a howling gale.
You have done well this time, capturing Wan San alive. I will not be stingy with rewards and will commend you for your achievements
Until the very end, the saber reached in front of Wan San, with a fierce strike aimed at severing Wan San's neck, a single blow to behead him
The blood and saliva at Wan San's mouth mixed together, flowing out as his mouth opened.
Dou Changsheng was breathing rapidly, gasping like an ox. The "Sword Path Master" had already been closed, unable to support the next strike. At this moment, he looked at Wan San, whose breath was weak yet still alive.
Startled, I looked towards the newcomer. He was a middle-aged man with a square face and a thick mustache above his lips, clad in a qilin robe, exuding an imposing presence without any display of anger
Dou Changsheng took a deep breath, stepped forward, and once again brought down the waist knife in his hand. The blade, showing a notch, descended rapidly.
The shoulders are rather rigid, as if struck by steel; this is a defense of Qi
This vitality is extremely tenacious, at this moment resembling a bloodied person, yet still not dead
Like the rush of a knife's blade, it began to sweep over Wansan, who then spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. At this moment, he no longer had the energy to care about whether he appeared undignified.
The sword body of the dark iron and the heavy sword of the book has transformed into a dark blue color
Dou Changsheng's expression of fear eased as the visitor was the chief of the Zhuque Fang.
Wansan retreated five steps in succession, his face already pale as wax, a metallic taste filling his mouth, and he instinctively felt the urge to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood. However, Wansan ultimately restrained himself, tightly closing his mouth, unwilling to reveal his disgraceful appearance, and sought to swallow the blood instead.
The originally heavy black iron sword now felt as light as a feather in Wan San's hands. After being enveloped in a layer of aura, the black iron sword moved as swiftly as lightning, tearing through the air and producing a sound akin to rumbling thunder
The continuous flow of air is constantly being released.
The Qi Mang detachment from the body signifies the achievement of the Eighth Rank Qi Refinement Realm.
The waist knife directly cleaved through the air, shaking off the black iron heavy sword, which slipped from Wan San's hand. The several hundred-pound black iron heavy sword fell to the ground, creating a deep pit.
The dark iron heavy sword trembled incessantly, and with a sharp sound, the sleeve of Wan San's wrist, which had been rolled up, was completely torn apart by the shockwave.
The "Wujing Duangu Pian" has reached perfection, being only a step away from the Eighth Rank Qi Refinement Realm. Dou Changsheng's first strike unleashed a power that doubled, already sufficient to rival the Eighth Rank Qi Refinement Realm
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