C29

As the days approached, Xiao Feng was still on the road. He kept walking, from dawn to dusk, never stopping.

But now, he sat down and quietly sat in a small pavilion.

This was the Sanli Slope, not far from Pathless's place. In the martial arts world, it was not difficult to find out where a famous person lived.

The sound of horse hooves came from the north side of the pavilion. The sound of horse hooves was deep and steady. It was obvious that the martial arts skills of the newcomers were not weak.

There were three horses coming from a distance, but there were four people, three men and one woman. The strange thing was that not all four of them were riding horses, only three people were riding horses, and another was dragging on the ground.

The leader wore a blue robe and had a sharp scar on his left cheek, which caused his entire face to become twisted. He shouted, "Brother Qing Long, you should confess, or else you will suffer from this pain. "Haha."

The man on the ground was already on his last breath, but his furious eyes never left the man in the saddle.

"Phew …" The three horses raised their hooves and let out a hiss. Then, they fell to the ground and let out a few crisp "ta ta" sounds.

"Brother Qinglong, it's rare for you to have such a day. As your big brother, I have to celebrate it no matter what, don't you think?" The knife-scarred man couldn't help but laugh after he finished speaking.

"Dao Ba, I have always treated you as a brother in vain. It was I who was blind and had treated you as a brother." Bai Qinglong glared at Dao Ba as if he wanted to swallow him whole.

Ha ha, look at him," Dao Ba pointed at him, then turned his head towards the other two. He couldn't help but show an expression of excitement on his face. "He's like a dead dog, a dead dog." After saying that, he firmly stepped on Qing Long's head with the sole of his shoe. His face couldn't help but reveal a look of ecstasy. The ferocious scar on his face was like a snake that was curling around.

A pale-faced lady beside him echoed, "That's right, who is Brother Qing Long? He is the only descendant of the Six Paths Temple's Six Paths Sword Technique. Back then, his prestige was very tight, but I didn't expect him to come to my house this year. "Sorry to trouble you."

Bai Qinglong lowered his head, biting his lips so hard that they bled. He growled like a wild beast, "Dao Ba, you've treated me so well when you were out of the hall. How can you be worthy of your conscience?"

"Not bad?" Dao Ba smiled, "No matter how good it is, I am only a dog. A dog always listens to its master. Now that the dog is anxious, he is going to bite someone."

"But, we have been friends for a long time. Such a thing happened because of you, it really makes my heart ache." Bai Qinglong said bitterly.

"Haha, heartache? What's so heartbreaking about losing a tool? You must be heartbroken about your current situation. " Dao Ba grabbed Bai Qinglong and said, "Cut the crap! Where are the last six sword techniques of the Six Paths Temple? If you teach them, you will be spared from physical pain. Otherwise, I will make your life worse than death."

"Dao Ba, listen carefully. The reason why I came to the Six Paths Hall today is all because of you. If I don't die in the future, I will definitely tear you into ten thousand pieces." Bai Qinglong said word by word.

If it was in the past, when Bai Qinglong, the successor of the Six Legged Bladelike Chi, had said such words, I might have been a bit more scared. But now, it's a man with a broken shoulder blade, Bai Qinglong. Scarface laughed wildly.

The pale-faced woman also spoke up, "Don't waste time with him. We need to finish what the Qing Gang told us as soon as possible. We must get the Six Paths Sword Technique. We only need the last one now, quickly ask for the results so that we don't have too many dreams."

"Okay," Dao Ba replied. His right hand shot out and changed its claw to grab Qing Long's left shoulder. He forcefully twisted his hand, and a "ka" sound could be heard.

Bai Qinglong's left shoulder was shattered.

His entire body was covered in blood and mud; it was obvious that he had been badly abused along the way. The pain in his body now was far worse than the pain he felt in his heart; his father's blood and sweat had been ruined, and his martial arts had been sold off by his own brother. Bai Qinglong didn't care about his injuries. He looked at Dao Ba and said, "If you want to get six sword skills, then go ahead. Even if I die, it won't be as you wish."

"Even now, you still dare to be stubborn," Dao Ba didn't care. He took out a light green medicine bottle from inside the cloth, and took out a dark brown pill from inside the bottle, and teasingly smiled, "Fortunately, there is a treasure, giving you this waste food is really a waste, but for the sword art, you have no choice, in the year you are born, I will let you have a taste of the effects of the Rotten Heart Pill. You should feel unbeatable. "

Bai Qinglong laughed, "My heart is already dead, what else can frighten me?" No matter what method you use, I will not tell you. The six sword techniques will be buried with me for a long time. "

"Don't be stubborn yet. You'll know once you try."

Dao Ba took a step forward and grabbed onto Bai Qinglong's throat, his upper and lower jaw, the dark brown colored pill rolled into Qing Long's stomach. He took out a silver needle and inserted it into the back of his neck. He said to the pale-faced woman, "Fairy Bai, I've already consumed the medicine. In less than two hours, if he still doesn't speak, then I'll have to see how formidable you, the Hundred Poison Woman, are."

"Dao Ba, you must be making fun of me. If Qing Gang's Heart Destruction Pill is unable to work, there is nothing I can do." The woman laughed.

At this time, the man who had been silent all this time spoke up.

Now, Bai Qinglong, you have two choices. Speak, or don't speak, speak, I will remove your poison, and then with a single slash, you will die a happy death, don't speak, in two hours, I will unlock your lute, but then you will be free to kill people, and in front of you will be the last hall out of the six halls. If you don't speak now, the people inside will all belong to you, and we won't kill any of them.

His tone was light, but it was like a needle had pierced into Bai Qinglong's heart.

Bai Qinglong bitterly said, "Despicable."

"You decide for yourself as to what to choose. However, it will only take you two hours. I do not wish to drag it on for too long." He still spoke in the same indifferent tone, but Bai Qinglong was no longer able to remain calm. The last part of the Six Paths of Sword was something he absolutely could not say, and how could he bear to harm his cousin?

At this time, Bai Qinglong wished that he could explode his own Zhen Qi and use his own death to apologize for his actions. But now that his shoulder blade was locked in place, he didn't have the strength to even bite his tongue to commit suicide.