The Sanchi Qingfeng refers to the end of the wind and snow, where is the purgatory on earth. From Changling County, Gu Qingci had imagined countless scenes in his mind. He had tried his best to prepare himself. However, it was not until this moment that he knew how tragic the people here were under the butcher knife of the Beimo people.

He had no idea in his mind now. He only knew that the word "angry and rushing to the crown" was not enough to write his inner anger. He wanted to kill people. He was thirsty now. He wanted to drink blood and galloped. He was in the front, soaring into the air from a distance, slashing down with a sword, colliding with a good machete, bent his knees and kicking the horse's head, sliding down the sideways, cutting off several fingers of the charge pawn. Without waiting for the man to cry, he took off a head with a snail.

Her feet kept resting, Gu Qingci rolled to the ground, killing another nearest Beimo soldier in half. Her front feet fell to the ground, and the corpse of the clone behind her rolled beside her.

The soldiers of the Northern Desert finally fully reacted, shouted in unison, mixed together, and the splashing snow balls were flying around.

Gu Qingci rushed straight into the formation.

Bai Xi was like a snowball surging, with light shining everywhere, and the sounds of flesh always stopped abruptly. He was covered in blood, but it was not enough, because he just wanted to kill people now.

It was not until this moment that the soldiers of Changling County rushed to the scene under the leadership of Pang Shilong. The purgatory scene on earth fell into the red eyes. Without much feeling, everyone rushed over. Pang Shilong led the way, just like chopping watermelons, without any mercy. These people deserve to die!

There are five or six thousand soldiers in Changling County. Although they are not as elite as these Beimo soldiers, Gu Qingci is at the front, like a madman. Every sword goes down, one person will fall down. There are only a hundred Beimo soldiers here. Under the siege of thousands of people, they cannot splash at all. In less than a stick of incense, they are all dead.

The corpses were everywhere and blood flowed into a river. None of the Northern Desert soldiers were intact. The snowflakes were floating and they soon destroyed everything. Only the bright red and dazzling on the ground, and Ma Shilian and others put the corpses of the villagers together.

There are hundreds of people in this village, and there are only twenty or thirty people, their relatives, in the piles of corpses, and there are no other sounds except crying.

Gu Qingci slashed twenty or thirty people with one sword. It was not until the centurion was tortured by him that he calmed down. The sword in his hand was broken. This was the third one.

No one spoke, thousands of people stood quietly, all of them looking at Gu Qingci, while Gu Qingci, who was standing quietly in the snow, held the broken sword and looked at the pile of corpses. These were hundreds of lives, all of which were the people under his rule, but now they are all dead, and even the corpses are warm. Along the way, it is already the third village.

In just one day, thousands of people never woke up again. These corpses kept criticizing Gu Qingci's heart. He had seen dead people before, and even had plotted against him to die before. But that was different.

The two tribes and gangs before were different from these people, completely different. Although those people died, Gu Qingci had some impact, but few of them were clean and they would die if they died.

But now these ordinary people, these people, spend their whole lives working from sunrise to sunset, repeating the same life every day, and occasionally making a little money, they are satisfied. When they learn that a county magistrate who will avenge the people came to Changling County, they will laugh happily and say that Lord Gu is Master Qingtian.

Gu Qingci also saw someone erecting a tablet of immortality in many houses. These people were so cute. They had never even seen the county lord before, but because Gu Qingci destroyed the two tribes and a gang for his own life. Just because Gu Qingci shouted loudly, they believed it true, and they really thought that the county lord was taking risks for them.

These people praised Gu Qingci, and some people went to the county government to kowtow to Gu Qingci. They had seen Gu Qingci. Whenever they saw him on the street, no matter how far they were, they would come to greet him. When they educate their children, they would say that Lord Gu is a good official and a benefactor...

In the hearts of the people, Gu Qingci is the guardian god, and Gu Qingci himself also thinks that way. He thinks he has done a good job and has a clear conscience. But now, just under his nose, the people are dead, and he seems to have a plan, but in fact, it is useless.

The wind blew very hard, making Gu Qingci feel uncomfortable. He slowly walked to the corpses, his knees bent slightly, and he knelt down. His knees scared everyone.

Pang Shilong reacted the fastest and hurriedly ran over to hold Gu Qingci, saying, "Sir, you..."

Gu Qingci stopped Pang Shilong, and said in a cold tone, "I have a great responsibility for their death. I, Gu Qingci, do not kneel down in the sky or on the ground, but I owe them a kneel!"

The cold snowflakes fell on Gu Qingci and slowly melted into water. Gu Qingci slowly kowtowed, and his knees were already wet with snow. He slowly stood up and glanced at everyone, with perseverance in his eyes.

"brush"

Gu Qingci suddenly pulled out Pang Shilong's waist knife, held the blade with his left hand, and stroked it hard, blood dripping out, falling drop by drop on the snow. He turned a blind eye and shouted loudly: "Today, I, Gu Qingci, swear with blood. As long as I don't die, I will definitely pay the blood debt of the Beimo people!"

Gu Qingci is a first-class warrior. The sound he made with his internal strength was very far away, so that everyone could hear that Gu Qingci was a county magistrate, a Jinshi, a parent official, and a scholar. His identity was higher than everyone here, and his words were very infectious.

"Blood debt and blood repayment!"

The sound that resounded through the sky was very loud in the wind and snow. This was the oath of thousands of people.

"Blood debt and blood payment..."

These four words came one after another, and everyone melted their anger into their shouts. At this moment, Gu Qingci could clearly feel the invisible power.

Not far away, Qin Keqing stood quietly. She had been following Gu Qingci, but she didn't take action. She didn't know if there was any reason to take action. She had always ignored all this, but now looking at the unscrupulous back in the wind and snow, a hint of throbbing in her heart.

She felt very horrified. She didn't understand why there was a turbulence in her heart. Looking at Gu Qingci, she murmured: "Why, what's the point?"

"Because you are a sword mystery, you don't understand, because he is Gu Qingci. He understands that you are obsessed with swords, and he uses swords to protect what he wants to protect, so his sword path goes further than you!"
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