Guan Haishan, the master of Shanxi Tiger Hall, robbed the official silver, beheaded, and the criminal department held the knife and broke the yang. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xiao Yun held a grass in his mouth, squatted at the gate of the Criminal Department, looking at this notice, he was really happy. He was not happy that Guan Haishan, who robbed the official silver, was corrected, but that he had the opportunity to meet Ma Duanyang as soon as he arrived in the capital.

Mission: The famous knife is broken, and the sword god of the criminal department is broken. This is the only sentence written on the exam question in Xiaoyun's draw, without any hints. Therefore, Xiao Yun can only know one thing at present, what he wants to steal is Ma Duanyang's saber - "Broken Yang Treasure Knife".

Ma Duanyang is also a celebrity in Kaifeng, he is the chief deacon of the executioner of the criminal department, and the executioner is very faceless and rich. "Killing people to pay for their lives, and paying off debts" is a matter of course, but the executioner cut off people's heads with a knife in broad daylight, not only did he not have to pay for his life, but there were also people who applauded him, and you said that he was very faceless. Whenever there is a red business trip, the families of those prisoners who are about to be beheaded will always ask someone to give a lot of property to the knife bearer, so that they can use a clean and neat "quick knife chop" when cutting their heads, instead of the kind of painful howl of a knife that only cuts into the neck and the prisoner is half dead, and then drags back and forth a few times to choke the "drag knife chop". There is not a small amount of money that comes from this. But Ma Duanyang is different from ordinary executioners, and he is more famous for being the "sword god" of the "three gods" of the Criminal Department.

What Xiao Yun wants to steal is his ancestral "Broken Sun Treasure Knife" that has been stained red by the blood of thousands of people. Xiaoyun is worried about how to see Ma Duanyang, now he can see him so easily, and Ma Duanyang will definitely use his Broken Yang Treasure Knife when he is executed, even the things he wants to steal can be seen, Xiaoyun is about to faint happily.

Noon, scorching sun, execution ground. The execution ground was crowded with people, and the small traders who bought snacks, large bowls of tea, and fruit were in full swing. People are sometimes cruel animals, and most of them don't feel sad when their own kind make a mistake and are beheaded, and they see it as a stimulating thing.

Although it was late autumn, the midday sun was still quite hot, and many people even fanned their fans. Xiaoyun never fanned a fan. "These people are really two hundred and five, isn't it even hotter when their arms are shaken around?"

This may be the lazy man's lazy luck, Xiaoyun was quickly covered by a shadow of the scorching sun, he turned around, and was taken aback, a very tall man stood behind him. Tall people usually give people the impression of being rough and threatening, but although this man is tall, his clothes are very neat, and the beard on his face is also cleanly shaved, revealing iron-blue skin, he saw Xiaoyun turn to look at him, nodded his head in a friendly manner, quite ancient. Xiao Yun also nodded slightly, and saw that there was a young man from the jade tree next to the giant, who was also looking at him, so he nodded again, and turned to look at the prisoner on the guillotine. Of course, Tang Wanfeng and Tang Qi will not miss this opportunity, Ma Duanyang is also one of their opponents, and the opportunity to understand the strength of the opponent is not available every day.

One of the favorite sights of prisoners in fright before their executions are pouring out of their fart, shaking on stage like chaff, and preferably crying a few more times. But Guan Haishan disappointed everyone, he was an out-and-out tough guy, with his chest high and his head up, he didn't look scared at all, and he was worthy of being the hall master of the Tiger Hall.

A lean little old man got on the stage, looked at the noisy crowd under the stand, frowned slightly, took a sharp breath, and shouted, "The hour is coming!" Suddenly, like a thunderclap, it exploded above the people's heads.

He is the sword god Ma Duanyang, Xiaoyun was still secretly happy when he saw him on stage, and said in his heart: "It's such a dry old man, isn't it too easy to steal his family heirloom knife, I said that when I was grading the exam questions, the examiner winked at me, it turned out that he let me go!" It's just like this, not to mention that there are forty years of internal strength of cultivation, in case he finds out when stealing the knife, I haven't given it in vain, I said that grandson winked at me, it turned out that I didn't have a good heart, I must have found out about the last time I stewed meat with Xiao Gu and his dog, and I was thinking about revenge!"

Ma Duanyang waited for the crowd to be quiet, and then slowly pulled out the Broken Yang Treasure Knife, held it high, the blade of the knife glowed bright red under the sunlight, and the blade was almost transparent, which was a strange color that could only be presented after being dyed with the blood of many people.

"Open the behead!" With the order of the prison officer, Ma Duanyang cut down without any mud and water. At this moment, a bell arrow flew over, the target was Ma Duanyang's left eye, Ma Duanyang changed his move halfway, and the bright red blade drew a graceful arc in the air, cutting the arrow down. "I've robbed the Dharma Field!" the people shouted excitedly, and this kind of excitement was not something that could be seen at every execution.

"Click!" With a sound, when Ma Duanyang slashed the flying arrow, a big hole suddenly appeared on the torture platform, a man in black jumped out of the hole with a long knife in his hand, standing in front of Guan Haishan, when his body was not yet stable, Ma Duanyang, who was standing behind Guan Haishan, had already slashed with a knife, the red light flashed, and the man in black hurriedly raised his knife to meet him, but he underestimated the sharpness of the Broken Yang Treasure Knife, this knife not only cut off the long knife in his hand, but also opened a big hole in his chest, a stream of blood mist spurted out, and the man in red fell off the stage headlong and died instantly.

"Click!" again, at the same time that the man in black was stabbed, a hole appeared at Guan Haishan's feet, stretched out a pair of hands, grabbed Guan Haishan's feet and dragged him into the hole. This rescue can be called perfect, first with a bell arrow to stop Ma Duanyang's shot, then with a dead soldier to attract Ma Duanyang's attention, and finally in an unexpected way to rescue Guan Haishan into the tunnel dug under the torture table in advance, the cooperation is extremely ingenious, in one go. But their opponent was Ma Duanyang, the sword god of the Ministry of Punishment, and they only saved Guan Haishan's body, but Guan Haishan's head rolled down on the torture table, and there was not even blood coming out of the broken neck.

There was a cry of surprise, "What's going on?"

"It's so fresh, why did the head fall off by itself!"

"There's a ghost on the knife!"

Of course, Guan Haishan's head did not fall off by himself, and there were no ghosts on the Broken Sun Treasure Knife. Xiaoyun understood that while Ma Duanyang was splitting the man in black, the blade had already slashed through Guan Haishan's neck, that is to say, the blade cut Guan Haishan's neck and then slashed the man in black, but the knife speed was too fast, and the head was still on the neck. When Xiaoyun was in the school, he heard a few seniors talk about what he had seen, and he heard that some masters could kill people without seeing blood, but at that time he just thought that the seniors were blowing the conch, but now he was dumbfounded.

"Good knife technique!" Tang Qi, who was standing behind Xiao Yun, exclaimed sincerely.

"It's a good knife technique. Xiao Yun thought to himself: "When I steal the knife, I will use this knife technique to chop that grandson!" The grandson he thought in his heart was naturally the examiner who winked at him. Although he tasted Ma Duanyang's power, he didn't have the slightest hint of retreat in this young man's heart, and he was even fantasizing about resisting the Broken Yang Treasure Knife and returning to Jiangnan to steal the door.

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