The rain and fog are hazy.

An Nianjiu, who took off her hat, stood under the eaves, with bright water stains on her face, silently staring at the woman who was crying in front of her kneeling in the middle of the street holding her dead husband.

The dead man was a arrester, wearing a bad uniform for performing official duties, and the sword on his waist was gone, leaving only an empty scabbard.

An Nianjiu raised her hand to wipe the rain on her face. Since she arrived in Qingdu, there have been many such things. The Wangui Sect gathered a large group of evil spirits in Qingdu. As more and more similar people of the heretics mingled into the city, the crimes gradually became blatant.

The government's response to the affairs of the world has always been lagging behind. Although the officials and officers in Qingdu took action, they were not enough to fight against the prepared Wangui Sect in terms of numbers and skills.

The arrester who died in the middle of the street might not even be killed by a good man in the Wangui Sect. Maybe he died at the hands of some bandits who took advantage of the chaos.

An Nianjiu sighed silently. Chuanzhou is also the border of the empire. When Wangui Sect returned from the foreign domain, he used this place as the base for the uprising. He was probably considering the emperor far away. After the rebellion of the imperial capital, the court could not take care of itself, and there was no energy to take care of Qingdu, which was thousands of miles away. The only one who could come was Yunzhongjian.

These days after entering the city, she has been carefully investigating the Wangui Sect's actions, trying to find out Fang Wurui's whereabouts. However, not to mention Fang Wurui himself, even the lonely tribulation people under his command have never seen him. Many of the little people attracted by the Wangui Sect have seen, but An Nianjiu was worried about alerting the snake, and several times she could only endure it and did not take action.

Seeing that the situation in Qingdu became worse and worse, she couldn't help feeling a little powerless. The power of the Barren Sect was still a little insufficient. Yunzhongjian had almost no early deployment in Sichuan Province. This place is a blind spot that has always existed.

An Nianjiu, who was already in a bad mood, was even more gloomy by the rain that was not right in front of her. There were thunder sounds in the distance, as if reminding her that it was already summer.

Summer and thunderstorms can evoke her memories of the Yuling Operation three years ago. Whenever she sees the newly appeared victims in Qingdu, she will always remember the sacrifices she saw in the past. These are the reasons why they are still fighting, because the order of the world must not be allowed to fall into the hands of these evil villains.

The rain was getting lighter, and An Nianjiu put on her hat again and walked out of the eaves where she was sitting. She finally glanced at the poor woman, then turned around and stepped into the distance.

There was a sudden harsh scratching sound on the street in the drizzle ahead, as if someone was dragging heavy dull iron on the rough stone pavement. An Nianjiu stopped vigilantly and pressed Cun Ying's knife hilt with his left hand.

At the entrance of the alley ten steps away, a tall and strong man with disheveled hair slowly appeared, and his shirtless upper body was wrapped around the black iron lock. As he walked out of the alley with heavy and slow steps, he came to the street where An Nianjiu was, the chains connected the rusty knife-shaped iron piece dragging on the ground also reflected in her eyes.

The rusty-shaped iron piece of the knife was more than six feet long. The prototype seemed to be a horse-knitting sword used in the army. The sharp blade had been buried with rust, but its huge appearance was still very powerful.

After the man came to the street, he also noticed An Nianjiu's existence. After a cold glance, he dragged the iron chain and the giant iron in the other direction.

An Nianjiu's hand on the hilt of the knife slowly loosened. This man didn't look like an unknown person who came with it. The rusty giant iron connected to the iron lock looked less than ten times heavier than the cherry in his hand. Those who use that kind of thing as a weapon must have two brushes.

An Nianjiu waited for the man to walk a little further before continuing. When he reached the entrance of the alley where he had just appeared, he turned his head and looked into the alley as if he had felt something in his heart.

At this glance, she completely froze, and then her body trembled with extreme anger.

There were more than ten corpses in the alley, including officials and passers-by. Most of the corpses were twisted and deformed, and some simply turned into pieces, which made the scene disgusting.

Blood mixed with the rain and flowed silently.

An Nianjiu clenched her fist tightly. The scene in front of her made her feel that she was extremely dereliction of duty as Yun Zhongjian.

Suddenly, someone approached her. She heard someone say in an amazement behind her, "Oh, are you doing these? It's amazing! I wonder which expert you are?"

An Nianjiu did not look back, but the man passed by her and walked forward, his eyes shining brightly and excitedly glanced at the corpse on the ground.

"I think the weapon you brought with you seems to be a mimetic fusanthemum knife? How did this be done?" The man asked in confusion, pointing to the corpse that was obviously smashed by a blunt weapon on the ground.

An Nianjiu looked at the man who was shorter than him with expressionless expression, and had already confirmed in her heart that this person was also an evil person who came to attend the gathering of the Wangui Sect.

"Don't be so stingy, I sincerely ask you for advice." The man saw An Nianjiu's expression was a little bad, and he still smiled with a cheeky face, "Of course I won't let you get in trouble. I also have something to share here. You see, martial arts always communicates with others to make it easier to improve, right?"

"I'm not interested." An Nianjiu replied coldly. The only thing she wanted to do now was to catch up with the man who was dragging the giant iron and kill him.

"Hmm? Do you look down on me?" The short man frowned, as if he was a little angry.

He then took a step forward, stood in front of An Nianjiu with his hands on his hips, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "This way, I'll let you do one move first. If you can't hurt me, you have to tell me what method you killed these people."

Before he finished speaking, An Nianjiu's right fist had already hit his face. The prosthetic limb that Master Huiyi helped to improve was now integrated with her, and it was not at all hindered from using it.

The short man was blown away by a punch and lay straight in the corpse.

An Nianjiu shook her hand with disdain, but when she turned around, she heard an intermittent moan.

She felt a slump in her heart. She clearly showed no mercy when she took action. She planned to take this person's life from the beginning. When she took action, she did not feel that the other party had any signs of circulating the true energy to resist. Logically speaking, this punch should completely destroy the facial bones and kill people...

"It hurts so much...but I seem to understand how you did it. It turns out that besides that knife, is the right hand also a weapon?" The short man supported himself with his hands and slowly got up. Half of his cheeks had been completely sunken. It seemed that An Nianjiu's punch did break his cheekbones.

An Nianjiu was still calm on the surface, but was shocked inside. In her common sense, it was difficult to stand up and talk even if she was hurt like this.

This person...is not simple.
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