The Unkillable Swordsman

call.

Baili Qingfeng threw the blood-stained sword aside, leaned against the wall, slipped, and sat down.

blood...

Paint the walls red.

He raised his head slightly, with a trace of melancholy and longing in his eyes.

A sort of……

Longing for a peaceful life.

pity……

Can not go back.

That peaceful environment can never go back.

And he...

He is no longer the same as before.

At this moment, his hands were covered with blood.

Counting Jiang's family, Aite's father and son, more than 50 people died at his hands.

Although everyone he killed deserved to be killed and everyone deserved what he killed, he is not pure now.

The fresh wind with the smell of rain came in through the window, slightly taking away the fishy smell in the room.

Baili Qingfeng squinted slightly while blowing the wind...

tired.

He is a little tired.

Since last night, I have been running around and killing endlessly. Up to now, it has been more than ten hours. I have not had a good rest for more than ten hours, and most of the time I am still in high-intensity battles. Just now, he was shot three times!

Not one shot, two shots, but three shots!

This serious injury...

He is really tired...

I can't hold on anymore...

Baili Qingfeng's voice was weak.

He needs to take a break, close his eyes and take a good rest.

then……

His eyelids gradually drooped.

Although he knows that he can't sleep, once he sleeps...

Will really fall asleep, and then the train back to Shaar will be delayed.

but……

The wind is blowing, it's so peaceful, I really want to sleep.

Ding dong!

A slight sound came from below.

Baili Qingfeng opened his eyes slightly, and looked at the position of his shoulders.

As the wound from the gunshot wound gradually healed, a bullet was pushed out by the growing muscles and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Well……

Baili Qingfeng shook his head.

He actually fell asleep, and slept for an hour or two?

Sure enough, staying up late is bad, it hurts the body and mind, and it is easy to doze off in the afternoon.

After this sleep... the smallest wound has healed.

On the contrary, the other two gunshot wounds were more serious, and if he wanted to recover, he might have to wait until tomorrow.

especially……

The body's rejection reaction will automatically expel the bullet, but...the bullet will seriously affect normal activities before it is ejected...

Baili Qingfeng frowned: Pistol bullets are neither too powerful nor too small. If you pass through your body, it doesn't matter even if it pierces your heart and lungs. Don't leave the bullets in your body. If they don't go up or down, they won't die. Take them out. Bullets are painful and bullets can be embarrassing...

He picked up the sword he had thrown aside and pointed it at the wound.

Using a sword to cut a hole in one's body and take out the bullet, this kind of pain is like scraping the bone to heal the wound, and no one can bear it.

Heaven will send a great mission to the people. They must first suffer their minds and wills, exhaust their muscles and bones, starve their bodies, empty their bodies, and chaotic their actions. Therefore, they must be patient and strengthen their inability! I am determined to be virtuous. Intellectual and physical triathlon, what is the fear of mere pain!

Baili Qingfeng was silent for a moment, his eyes were determined, and with a strong sense of thought, he stabbed the sword into his body, cut open the wound, clenched his teeth, and took the bullet out with a slightly pale face.

Irregular incision?

No anti-inflammatory drugs?

The sword is not sterilized?

It's not something he needs to think about.

Ding dong.

Soon, both bullets were taken out by Baili Qingfeng and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, after resting for more than an hour, a lot of bullets have been pushed out of his body, otherwise...

The wound will be bigger and the body will be more painful.

punish!

Baili Qingfeng broke out in a cold sweat, as if all his strength had been drained from his body, his face was pale without any trace of blood.

This is punishment! Although I am acting on behalf of the heavens and killing dozens of people to eliminate evil, every life should be respected. I deprived them of their lives and should bear the punishment they deserve...but for the sake of the country A little less crime, for the sake of world peace, this kind of punishment... I am a talented person, and I am willing to bear it, without complaint or regret.

Baili Qingfeng let out a long breath.

After resting for another half an hour, he realized that the wound he had cut with his sword had almost healed, so he stood up again and searched in the Iron Sword Gate.

Soon, he found a secret room.

It can't be called a secret room. This secret room has actually been opened, and there are still a lot of firearms in it. The pistols and rifles of the people of Iron Sword Gate are probably taken out of this secret room.

In addition to the firearms, the secret room also has some miscellaneous things, including the Tiger Roaring Fist, Dragon Crane Eight Styles, and Songshan Fist inherited from Tie Jianmen.

Baili Qingfeng looked at it for a moment, ignored it, and opened a cabinet that he knew at a glance to store valuables.

As usual, the first layer of the cabinet is a pile of useless passbooks, bank cards, notepads, CDs and other things, and the second layer is some jewelry and a sword. Only when he reached the third layer did he see a Stacks of banknotes.

This sense of déjà vu...

Baili Qingfeng thought of Jiang's Martial Arts.

Sure enough, people who practice martial arts have similar brain circuits.

Baili Qingfeng was speechless.

The second floor of Jiang's Martial Arts Hall is a gun, and Iron Sword Gate is a sword?

Not a golden sword, not a silver sword, but an iron sword.

Could it be that the reason why Iron Sword Gate is called Iron Sword Gate is because of this iron sword?

Baili Qingfeng quickly set his sights on those banknotes, counted them, and there were only sixty stacks.

The majestic Iron Sword Gate dominates Miluo City, and there are dozens of warriors in the gate, poorer than Jiang's Martial Arts School?

Sixty stacks, let's say sixty stacks.

Shaking his head, Baili Qingfeng couldn't say anything more: I don't need to guess about the money. It must be covered with blood and crimes. If you want to wash away the crimes on the money, you can only use it to do something. Only good deeds can be done. My family owes hundreds of thousands in debt and is a single-parent family. Now I have been shot three times in a row and have been seriously injured. I definitely belong to a vulnerable group that urgently needs help. I took the money and I will count it on you Tie Jianmen to pay for your sins , to support college students from poor families.”

Baili Qingfeng found a box from the secret room, put sixty stacks of banknotes in it, and at the same time, transferred the 200,000 in the purse into the box.

But even so, the box that can hold one million banknotes is still not full.

Baili Qingfeng did not insist on this.

He is not a person who values ​​money.

He put the leather bag that originally belonged to Iron Sword Gate on the ground, returning it to its original owner, and took the sword with him to clean the blood on it.

Looking at the blood-stained figure in the mirror, Baili Qingfeng paused, and finally looked away.

After cleaning the sword, Baili Qingfeng searched for a while, and found a shirt and suit that seemed to be newly bought. After he felt that the size was right, he borrowed the bathroom of Tiejianmen to clean it a little, and changed his clothes.

After burning his suit of clothes, Baili Qingfeng put the sword in the sword box, carried it on his back, carried the box, picked up the umbrella, and walked out of the Iron Sword Gate.

Before leaving, he naturally did not forget to help the people from Tiejianmen lock the door.

But at the moment he stepped out of the Iron Sword Gate, the rain that had been raining for a long time stopped, and the golden sun shone through the clouds, rendering the sky bright.

Just as the brilliance of justice pierces the haze of crime, it has since illuminated the earth, bringing light and hope to people.

When I came, there were thunderstorms, and when I went there, the sky was full of golden light... Sure enough, this is what I did, and I was praised by the gods... I fought nine hundred miles with one sword, and one person smashed the Iron Sword Gate... Although the hardships in it are hard to explain to outsiders. , The pain in this has made me feel miserable more than once, but...it's worth it! Everything I do is worth it!

Baili Qingfeng raised his head slightly, facing the sun, he cast a long shadow, and his figure gradually receded.

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