"Hahaha, you're worthy of being the high monk of the French Temple! Even the medicine man knows about it.

Yes, this is something I figured out after spending countless efforts and trying many times.

What a pity, after using over 2,000 elites, we were only able to produce less than 30 medicine men."

Dugu Xingyun laughed wildly, showing off his masterpiece.

"You're crazy!" Dugu Ling scolded in a low voice. He was a killer, and since the establishment of Pluto Pavilion, he had killed countless people.

But he would not use such a cruel method to turn his own people into medicine men, and torture so many people to death for the sake of a medicine man.

Perhaps the seven emotions of a demon are indifferent to the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

But without being possessed by demons, Seven Emotions would absolutely not accept such a perverted way of using people as weapons.

After listening to Shi An's description, Qi Qing couldn't help but feel violent, and the magic sword couldn't help but tremble.

Dugu Xingyun seemed to know that this would be the last time he would talk to his good nephew, so he did not seem to be in a hurry.

He even leisurely picked up a wine jug from a box nearby and took a sip.

"Awesome..." This was probably the proudest moment for Dugu Xingyun since he was born.

He had lived his entire life under the shadow of his brother Dugu Muyun. Even after Dugu Muyun's death twenty years ago, he briefly took over Posha City for more than a decade.

He was still constrained by those in the army who followed Dugu Muyun and disobeyed him.

Even until five years ago, he was stepped on by his own nephew, and since then, he has had to endure it in every possible way.

Disguise yourself as a weak and incompetent person who indulges in pleasure and debauchery.

Even...even...had to kill his own wife and daughter with his own hands.

That woman!

That woman had discovered his secret, though not completely. But just in case, he had to take preemptive action.

He is not wrong!

How could he be wrong? It's all Dugu Muyun's fault!

Yes! It's all Dugu Muyun's fault!

If it weren't for him, how could I have killed my wife and daughter!

It’s all Dugu Muyun’s fault!

Why does everyone praise him? He has been a martial arts genius since he was a child!

Even his son is better than his daughter. His son is better than his father.

And his daughter was born with heart palpitations!

God is so unfair!

Not fair!

…

Haha… But it’s okay…

Everything will return to the starting point, today is the day Dugu Ling dies!

My own daughter is dead! Dugu Muyun's son can't live either!

Dugu Xingyun drank and muttered madly, as if he wanted to express all the pain and torture that had been suppressed in his heart for so many years.

Suddenly, Dugu Xingyun slammed the wine jug in his hand to the ground, ending his crazy outburst.

His crazy and stubborn eyes swept over Dugu Ling and the other two.

"Today is the day you die! Come on..."

The armored medicine men rushed forward and surrounded Qiqing and the other two.

Qi Qing held the magic sword, Dugu Ling held the Wandering Dragon Sword, and Master Shi An also pulled out a long sword from a box nearby.

Three men and three swords were able to break the might of ten thousand troops.

The magic sword is domineering, the dragon sword is agile, and the ordinary long sword in Master Shi An's hand is also danced exquisitely.

The twenty or so medicine men were already strong and powerful, with skin and bones of steel, so they seemed to be completely unaware of the sword strikes.

The medicine man's internal strength at this moment has far exceeded what an ordinary person can have, as if he has exhausted all the internal strength for the next few decades at once.

Several medicine men confronted Qi Qing and managed to entangle him so tightly that he couldn't escape.

Dugu Ling and Shi An had both been seriously injured before, and neither of them could be as relaxed as Qi Qing.

Moreover, even if the Youlong Sword stabbed the medicine man, it would not cause much damage, not to mention the long sword in Shi An's hand.

"Ugh..." Shi An was hit on the shoulder blade by a medicine man and fell heavily on the wooden box.

The long sword unconsciously opened and fell to the ground due to the severe pain in his arm.

Shi An suddenly felt his internal organs shaken. Just as he recovered, he saw a large knife coming towards him.

Shi An wanted to raise his hand to block it, but he couldn't because of the severe pain in his shoulder blade.

"Shi An..." Seeing that Shi An was about to be hit by the knife, Dugu Ling shouted anxiously because he was also entangled and at the end of his strength.

Qi Qing looked over when he heard the sound, his expression froze, and he immediately swung out the magic sword in his hand.

"Dang..." The big knife broke with a sound. After the magic sword cut off the big knife with an absolutely domineering posture, it inserted into the medicine man's body and nailed him to the ground.

Even so, the medicine man was still struggling to get up and wanted to pounce on Shi An in front of him.

Shi An's expression was complicated and serious, this medicine man was in such a lifeless state.

Cut off his legs and feet, and he could crawl on the ground and continue swinging his knife. Cut off his arms, and he could struggle and bite with his teeth. He felt no pain at all, like a puppet.

Unless his head is cut off in one blow, or his body is shattered.

But that is not so easy for a medicine man with a strong body and strong bones.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Shi An's mind. Just as Shi An looked at the box beside him, he heard Qiqing's groan.

Shi An's heart trembled, and he saw Dugu Ling flying towards him.

"Qing'er, be careful..."

Qi Qing, without the magic sword in his hand, was besieged by nearly twenty medicine men.

He was accidentally hit by the medicine man. Qiqing gathered all his internal strength, clapped his hands, and knocked the medicine man in front of him away.

He crashed into the medicine man who was rushing up from behind, and fell backwards due to the powerful impact.

Dugu Ling immediately flew forward, embraced Qiqing, used his body as a shield, and cushioned Qiqing.

The huge impact caused Dugu Ling to vomit a large mouthful of blood, and his entire body was unable to move.

"Dugu Ling..." Qiqing stretched out his hand to pull Dugu Ling up.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch... it hurts, it hurts..." Dugu Ling cried out in pain. Qiqing looked nervous and immediately let go, not knowing where to touch.

Dugu Ling was extremely delicate, coughed twice and said: "Qing'er, how about you kiss me, kiss me and I will definitely be able to get up..."

Qiqing paused.

Dugu Ling's eyes turned, and he said pitifully, "Qing'er... maybe today, I won't be able to leave here alive.

Kiss me, kiss me... I can die with my eyes closed."

Qi Qing was a little confused, as if he was really considering whether Dugu Ling would die.

Dugu Ling was a little proud, and just as he was about to continue, he heard Shi An say softly: "The medicine man is here..."

Qi Qing's expression became solemn. He immediately drew out his magic sword and flew towards the medicine man.

Dugu Ling looked at Shi An angrily and said through gritted teeth, "You did it on purpose!"

Shi An glanced at Dugu Ling coldly, then turned to the box of gunpowder beside him.

Dugu Ling also put away his dissatisfied look and looked solemn.