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Ji Wushang didn't take a look, and continued to harvest life.

Seeing the death of the four major disciples in Qingcheng, the remaining Qingcheng disciples lost their courage. Some people wailed in despair and knelt to beg for mercy.

Ji Wushang didn't hesitate to swing the long sword if he hadn't seen it.

There were a few more heads on the ground.

Desperately to die, to beg for mercy is also to die, they can only flee in a hurry.

But, no matter how fast they can be faster than Ji Wushang?

Ji Wushang is like Shura in white, demanding his life mercilessly.

A head fell to the ground, and in the eyes that couldn't close, the last thing I saw, except for the white-clothed boy, there was no other brother standing.

Ji Wushang was not good at evasive, and his white clothes were finally dyed red, in exchange for more than forty more corpses on the ground.

After the blood gathered, the red moon was reflected, which was strange and beautiful.

Ji Wushang looked at Yu Canghai.

Seeing Ji Wushang kill his own disciple, Yu Canghai seemed indifferent, watching the whole process coldly, like a puppet.

"Yu Guanzhu has lost God?"

Ji Wushang chuckled lightly, pacing leisurely in front of him.

Slender fingers wiped the long sword lightly, trying to erase the red.

It's a pity, how can it be wiped clean.

Yu Canghaimu shook Ji Wushang in a daze, sighed deeply, and lost the long sword.

Then, unexpectedly, kneeling in front of Ji Wushang, his head knocked down.

Once, again, the sound is loud and powerful.

Ji Wushang just watched, calm and weird.

Unmoved.

I don’t know how many times, Yu Canghai’s forehead was bloody, and he listened to him: “Yu knows that there is no way to live today. Please Lin Shaobiao promised one of the remaining requests for the sake of me waiting for your family.

The tone was trembling, and it seemed to be very difficult.

After Yu Canghai said, he continued to kowtow, louder and heavier.

Ji Wushang was silent.

For a long time, Yu Canghai's face was already bloody.

He was a ruthless person, Ji Wushang sighed secretly.

"Go ahead, see what you request."

Yu Canghai took a halt and raised his flesh and blood face.

There was gratitude in his eyes.

Then, it became spiteful.

"Please die!!"

When I saw Yu Canghai's left arm, he suddenly slapped Ji Wushang, anxious like thunder and lightning, and the air seemed to tremble under this palm.

This heart-destructive and cruel heart condensed Yu Canghai's energy secretly, giving him the pinnacle of his life, and what he wants to kill.

Ji Wushang believed that he was absolutely dead and dead when he took this palm.

The premise is that Yu Canghai can hit his body.

How fast is Ji Wushang's sword?

laugh!

Like a red line.

Slender and sharp.

Because it was too fast, the sword left only a thin red shadow in Yu Canghai's eyes, and the red color was the blood that had been stained on it before.

That palm could not touch Ji Wushang after all.

The same red line remained on Yu Canghai's body, then expanded and split, and his body was divided into two from the center of the eyebrows to the span.

Ji Wushang threw away the long sword, before looking at the corpse.

Only he could see that a large amount of black and red qi floated from all over the corpses, constantly gathering towards his body.

Chapter 11, The Complete Sunflower Collection

On the official road, a carriage squeaked slowly.

The road was uneven and bumpy, but the horseman of that cart was as steady as a rock, motionless, and his mind seemed to be not on the horse, letting the horse-drawn cart ride slowly.

In the past, pedestrians and merchants sometimes cast their eyes, but they didn't notice the difference.

Except for the horseman with a hat and black gauze covering his face and holding a book in his hand, the carriage looked very ordinary, and no one paid attention.

The groom was Ji Wushang who had just killed the Qingcheng faction.

The Qingcheng faction’s hundreds of year-end accumulations are indeed extraordinary. Within the Qingcheng faction, regardless of the land deeds, there are countless rare treasures alone, and the accumulation of wealth far exceeds that of secular forces such as the Fuwei Escort.

It can be seen that the Qingcheng Sect is not pure-hearted cultivating in the past few years, and it is not known whether it is bloody.

Ji Wushang is not a person who regards wealth as dung. He knows that wealth is ranked first, and the journey of martial arts is the most resource-intensive. The Qingcheng faction is gone, and these properties are unowned, and he is laughed at.

Just to scrape and evacuate the entire Qingcheng faction, Ji Wushang spent a day. The gold and silver jewels and antique treasures were not easy to take away, and he found them to be buried in another place.The banknotes, paintings and calligraphy were not easy to preserve, so he loaded them into a carriage and took them away.

Of course, the most valuable to Ji Wushang are the countless precious elixir and martial arts secrets that have been collected by the Qingcheng faction for hundreds of years.

Ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum, Snow lotus, velvet antler, superb dragon birthday fragrance.

There are even a few jars of cowardly and tiger bone wine, which consumes a lot of precious elixir to brew, and the potency of the medicine is fierce and domineering, which is of great help to him in cultivating evil spirits.

These elixir can at least reduce him ten years of hard work.

Although there are many martial arts secrets, most of them are not popular. Ji Wushang can't take a good look. The Qingcheng faction presses on the bottom of the box is such as cranes, Songfeng swordsmanship, and heartbreaking palms. They are unique and Dacheng can be a master. .