In the dense forest outside the military department, Shangguan Wei walked towards the Taoist with a smile on his face.

The Taoist looked unhappy. He was waiting for the princess and Qinglong, but a stranger appeared again, which made him not very happy.

Shangguan Wei was in a good mood. He felt that he would not destroy him, so he sent a fat sheep, giving him the opportunity to make meritorious contributions. Soon, Shangguan Wei arrived in front of Yiqing Taoist Man, and Shangguan Wei saw more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground at a glance, all of which were sealed with one sword.

What a great swordsmanship!

Shangguan Wei couldn't help but exclaim in his heart, but he didn't think it was so strange, because he could do it at this level.

"What's your name?" Shangguan Wei asked as if he was interrogating a prisoner: "What are you doing here? Have you ever thought about the consequences after killing our Ministry of War?"

Shangguan Wei's tone was a natural pride, just like when he first met me, he looked arrogant, and seemed to be the most awesome in the sky and on the ground. Shangguan Wei's confidence came from his titles of "Purple-level Star" and "God of War". Although he had lost several times, he believed that there were not many people in this world who could beat him.

How could you be so memorable? You meet someone better than you every time?

Shangguan Wei's tone and expression made Taoist Yiqing even more unhappy. Taoist Yiqing frowned and said, "Where is the princess and Qinglong? Let them come out, I don't want to say it again!"

Wow, what an arrogant tone!

Shangguan Wei was amazed in his heart. It was rare to be arrogant than him. At this time, he had to compare who could be more calm. Shangguan Wei calmed down and said lightly: "Who are you? You are also qualified to meet our Princess and Grand Master Qinglong? It seems that you don't know who I am yet. I will introduce myself first. My name is Shangguan Wei. I am the purple-level star and the God of War in the Ministry of War last year..."

Before he could finish his words, a cold light suddenly flashed, followed by another "swish".

No one knew what was going on, Shangguan Wei's voice stopped abruptly, and then he slowly fell backwards and fell heavily to the ground with a "bang".

Shangguan Wei opened his eyes wide, as if he didn't know what had happened.

There was a blood mark on his neck, like a stretched red line.

It turns out that Shangguan Wei, who is the purple-level star and the God of War, is no different from others when he dies.

"It's so long-winded. Who is interested in knowing who you are..." Taoist Yiqing murmured, taking steps and walking forward slowly.

The man standing not far away was frightened. On his forehead, cold sweat was dripping down, and his face was pale like a piece of paper.

Shangguan Wei died just like that, and he died without resisting a single move!

You know, he can at least have ten moves in the hands of Emperor Qian!

Taoist Yiqing soon came to this man.

Taoist Yiqing sighed softly: "Why don't you listen to me?"

"I...I will inform the princess and the Qinglong Master now..."

"It's late."

As the two words were heard, the cold light flashed again, and the man slowly fell backwards.

Taoist Yiqing sighed softly again.

He originally wanted to have a good talk with Ye Ming's head of the family, but now it seems that there is no need for this. The other party refused to show his face. He looked down on him...

The Taoist in Yiqing traveled around the world and hated the most was that he was looked down upon, so he decided to do something shocking.

For example, killing.

Taoist Yiqing continued to walk forward. Before this, he had already understood the terrain of the Ministry of War, so he successfully entered the first stone gate.

Within the stone gate is the first checkpoint leading to the Ministry of War, where hundreds of people are fighting fiercely.

The Taoist Yiqing saw nothing and continued walking forward like a leisurely stroll in the garden.

He thinks that others don’t exist, but others think that he is a fat sheep. Once a newcomer comes in, there are always some greedy men who can’t wait to rush forward.

The cold light flashed, flashed, flashed again and again.

No one saw clearly how the Taoist was doing, but as soon as he walked forward, someone would fall under him, with a blood mark on his neck, and in an instant, more than a dozen people fell down, lined up behind him like dominoes.

Later, he was finally a little annoyed and did not want to draw the sword again and again. So he held the three-foot long sword in his hand and killed while walking. The tip of the sword quickly became a touch of red.

After dozens of people fell down, everyone in the hall finally realized that this person could not afford to offend him. They retreated to both sides like a tide, and stared at the terrifying Taoist with horror. Behind the Taoist, the bodies could almost be piled up into a hill. This place was not a human, it was clearly a demon.

The demon came out of hell!

These people no longer took the initiative to attack, and Taoist Yiqing was too lazy to kill them anymore. He continued to walk forward with a smile, as if he was just eating and drinking water. He knew that there were many people in the Ministry of War, so he did not put away the long sword, but continued to walk forward with the sword.

When Taoist Yiqing finally walked out of the hall and stepped into the wolf valley, everyone in the hall behind him sat down on the ground with horror on his face and sweating all over his head.

"That's not a human, that's a ghost!"

"Why are there such a terrible person in the world..."

"The Ministry of War is going to be finished this time!" An experienced old man said firmly: "In the Ministry of War, no one is the opponent of the Taoist. Tonight is the end of the Ministry of War. Everyone should run away from their own lives!"

After saying this, the old man rushed out of the door. After a while of silence, everyone followed...

On the narrow path in the Wolf Valley, Taoist Yiqing holding a long sword walked slowly.

On the tip of the sword, blood was constantly dripping, soaking in the land of Wolf Valley.

In the past, when newcomers appeared in the Wolf Valley, there were always a few wolfs coming out to disturb and cause trouble. No matter how bad they were, they would have to scream and scare them. But today, the Wolf Valley was surprisingly quiet, and no wolf howl appeared, and the green eyes disappeared. This cruel and domineering species seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

But if you walk into the dense forest and find the hiding place of these wolves, you will find that they are all hiding in the cave trembling and dare not even show their faces.

Taoist Yiqing continued to walk forward, after passing through the narrow wolf valley, he soon came to the second stone wall.

A hole was opened on the stone wall.

Taoist Yiqing walked in.

There are two stone gates on both sides of the cave; at the end of the cave, there is a sleepy goatee-bearded old man sitting.

Seeing someone coming in, the old goatee woke up, spread out the booklet in front of him, and said listlessly: "What's your name? Which door do you want to enter... Oh, where are the people you killed?"

The goatee finally realized something was wrong and frowned slightly.

Taoist Yiqing walked closer and said inexplicably: "I call Taoist Yiqing, and I want to go into Qinglong Gate. Why, I have to kill people when I go inside?"

The goatee's old man was so amused and crying: "No one tells you the rules? Of course you can't get in if you don't kill someone!"

"oh."

Taoist Yiqing nodded, and then the cold light flashed again.

There was a blood mark on the old goatee's neck, and the man fell weakly on the table.

This old man had escaped danger many times. He survived the night when the Dragon Group launched a large-scale attack, but he failed to survive tonight.

He died under the sword of the Taoist priest of Qing.

"It's really interesting that there are such rules..."

Taoist Yiqing walked towards the stone gate marked "Qinglong Gate". He had already received the news in advance, knowing that the person he was looking for was in the Qinglong Gate.

After passing through a corridor, we came to the square of Qinglongmen.

Tonight was the last night of the celebration banquet. Nearly two thousand people from the Ministry of War were drinking here, and more than half were drunk and lay on the ground. Some people sang, some laughed, and some people hugged each other and danced. There was harmony in the square, and no one knew that danger was coming quietly.

Looking at these drunken members of the Ministry of War, Taoist Yiqing frowned again. He really couldn't figure out how the army of thirteen emperors led by Emperor Qian was defeated?

It shouldn't be...

Such a broken thing has to be done with him. He is very busy, okay?

The Taoist Yiqing walked to the square, killed everyone he saw and stabbed everyone he saw.

In the eyes of Taoist Yiqing, these people are like grass, pigs and dogs. Living is a waste of life and air, and death is still pure.

The sword of Taoist Yiqing was too fast. If it was in the quiet and deserted wilderness, you could still hear a "swish" sound; but in the lively square, almost every sword stabbed out was silent, and there was no movement except the cold light that lighted from time to time.

As soon as a man picked up the wine glass, a blood mark appeared on his neck and died.

A man was gnawing on the chicken legs, and a blood mark appeared on his neck, and he died.

One person was talking with his friend's shoulders, and there was a blood mark on their necks, and they died.

A cold light flashed across a person's eyes. The man thought there was lightning. He looked up at the sky and found that the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and it didn't look like it was going to rain.

Just when he was wondering, a blood mark appeared on his neck and he died.

The Taoist Yiqing had been killed for a long time, and his hands were sore. No one noticed what was going on. The whole square was still harmonious. Although the sword of Yiqing Taoist Yiqing was fast enough, the main reason was that this was a celebration banquet, and it had been held for three consecutive days. It was not rare for someone to get drunk, so those who fell did not attract the attention of others.

What's more, this is done quietly.

Those who were killed didn't even have time to scream.

The Taoist Yiqing doesn’t remember how many people he killed, dozens or hundreds?

It's really as easy as cutting vegetables. Just walk over and kill it, and it's not technically difficult at all.

But, the matter was exposed in the end.

No matter how skillful the sword technique of Yiqing Taoist is, he will eventually fail. Strictly speaking, it is not a mistake. It may be that Yiqing Taoist's hands are a little sore and his strength is a little too weak, so the angle is slightly off when he draws the sword.

The person is dead, but blood is splashing out, and there is no longer a red line on his neck, which is a bit messy.

For Yiqing Taoist who has perfect obsessive-compulsive disorder, this is really a big mistake.

Taoist Yiqing sighed softly.

Moreover, the blood that splashed out fell into someone's wine glass without bias. Some water splashed with a "ding" sound, and then it completely sank.

The person who served the wine was stunned and watched the wine glass turn red.
To be continued...