Cangzhou Mansion.

In the palace hall, a burly man with big pigtails sat at the top of the hall, surrounded by two civil officials wearing blue official robes.

These two civil officials are the prefect and general judge of Cangzhou. With bitter faces on their faces, the two were reporting to the man sitting in the middle.

"My lord, according to your orders, we have sent someone to block the passage from the northeast of the mountain to Zhili, as long as Yang Yun, that traitor, dares to go north, he will definitely be able to find his whereabouts!"

The man sitting at the top was Deb, known as the first warrior of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. To his right hand stood a sheathed sword. He looks powerful and domineering, which makes the two prefects and general judges who have not practiced martial arts tremble.

In the Manchu court, the status of the Manchus was high, even if it was an ordinary child of the Eight Banners, the officials of the Han people did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

What's more, Debu also has a yellow coat given by the emperor, and his official position is a first-class guard of the third grade. Both identity and status are far above the two Han officials.

As soon as there is news of the traitor Yang Yun, report it immediately!"

Debu's face was gloomy, this time Emperor Qianlong was furious, and asked him to lead the four heroes of Kwantung and the five Mongolian guards to go out, vowing to avenge the assassinated Marshal Fukang Anfu.

However, Yang Yun, who assassinated Fu Dashuai, was uncertain and disappeared after leaving Wuding Mansion, and according to the information he received from Mrs. Shang, Deb deduced that the other party had a great chance of going north to the capital.

So he sat in Cangzhou, laying a net waiting for the other party to break in, as long as he could find a trace of the other party, he would personally lead the court masters and the elite of the army to pursue and besiege.

"That'...... The next official will retire first!"

The prefect of Cangzhou and the general judge glanced at each other, bowed cautiously, and left in the direction of the hall door.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise and shouting outside, as well as the sound of swords colliding. Hearing this voice, Deb's expression froze, and he immediately grasped the hilt of the sword beside him.

"Someone!"

Deb let out a loud shout, ready to gather his men to see what was going on outside.

Rumble!

Four or five Qing soldiers with waist knives slammed their bodies into the hall door, directly smashing the wooden door to pieces, and several figures seemed to be cannonballs thrown by a stone thrower, and their bodies were horizontal in the air, and after smashing the hall door, they crashed into the Cangzhou prefect and the two people.

The two civil officials were immediately hit and spat blood, and five or six figures rolled into a ball.

Immediately afterwards, a figure came to the door of the hall, and Deb looked at it, only to see that the person who came was dressed in black, and his heroic sword eyebrows flew obliquely into the clouds, his face was like a carving, his facial features were distinct, and his eyes were sharp, giving people a feeling of being domineering.

"Yang Yun!"

When the other party walked in, Deb's face was suddenly shrouded in a cloud of evil, and in an instant, he recognized the identity of the person who came. He didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to knock on the door.

"You are Debu, who is known as the number one master of the Manchu Qing Dynasty?"

Yang Yun came all the way quickly, and after entering Cangzhou City, he directly broke into the Cangzhou Mansion, and killed dozens of Qing soldiers with a wave of his hand, and entered the hall like a bamboo.

The burly man with big pigtails in front of him, with vigorous spirit, a black beard on his face, and a sword hilt in his right hand, quite a master's bearing.

"The traitor actually sent himself to the door to find death!"

Debu's face was pale, and he pulled out his long sword with a sonorous sound, the sword light flashed, and his body moved, and he came to the front of Yang Yun, the cold light flickered, and the sword blade had already pierced in front of him.

At this time, there is no need to say anything, everyone else is knocking on the door, and you can only fight to the death.

While!

Yang Yun pulled out the long knife from his waist, and the horizontal knife resisted, and the long sword and the waist knife collided, and suddenly there was a buzzing sound. The true qi of both of them is very strong, and no one takes advantage of this kind of tentative attack.

"That's right! This Deb is known as the number one master of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and he does have two brushes! But it is still a little short of the world's top level!"

After Yang Yun blocked a move, he poured his true qi into the waist knife, and the sword qi was full of energy, and he continuously displayed the Hu family's knife technique, exerting all his strength.

The vigorous and fierce of the dragon's true qi, coupled with the powerful power of King Kong's indestructible skill, has become a kind of fierce and indestructible divine power, which is attached to the Hu family's sword technique, making the sword light appear more powerful.

Dangdang!

Debu saw the sword light flickering, and the fierce aura enveloped his whole body, and his heart was shocked, his sword technique was not very fast, but the law was rigorous and very stable, but no matter how stable his moves were, he couldn't resist Yang Yun's sword qi.

Every time he handed out his sword and collided with his waist knife, he could feel a surge of unparalleled power. had to retreat again and again, dodging the opponent's edge.

Debu only blocked a dozen moves before he inevitably fell into the disadvantage, he desperately ran his true qi, constantly pushing the sword moves in his hand, wanting to reverse the defeat, but he didn't have the strength at all.

After barely parrying more than a dozen moves, a wave of despair welled up in Deb's heart, when did such a master emerge in the world?

No wonder, the two heads of Tianlongmen, Chen Yu and Gu Panruo, these first-class masters in the rivers and lakes were all defeated by Yang Yun, a traitor. With such strength, there are few enemies in the rivers and lakes.

When Debu's heart was in despair, Yang Yun also sighed again and again in his heart.

"When I defeated the Wang brothers and Chen Yu and others a few days ago, I could solve the other party in three moves and two styles, Debu can fight with me for twenty or thirty moves, and his swordsmanship is not weak, if he is allowed to besiege with a group of masters, maybe I will really capsize in the gutter!"

Deb's swordsmanship is strict, and he occasionally fights back, and his moves are very ruthless. Although he fell behind, he protected his body very well, and he was not injured until now, and it was not so easy to kill him.

Yang Yun had already cultivated the Hu family's sword technique to the point of perfection, but he had not fought against a strong enemy, and the moves were not mellow enough. In the process of fighting Deb, his knife skills became faster and faster, and the sword light was connected, and the shadow was almost indistinguishable.

As the sword technique became more and more mellow, Yang Yun's spiritual thoughts dispersed, and his heart was empty, like a deep pool, reflecting every sword technique of Debu.

Yang Yun's spiritual intent is strong, and as long as he fights for a long time, he can keenly perceive the flaws in the opponent's moves and the nodes where the true qi operates.

Unless it is a top-level powerhouse with no flaws in his moves and an unparalleled true qi cultivation, as long as an ordinary Jianghu master fights Yang Yun once, he will no longer have any secrets.

At this time, the Qing soldiers and a group of guards outside poured into the hall, and suddenly saw that the Cangzhou prefect and the general judge had fallen to the ground unconscious, in the middle of the hall. There were two figures constantly staggered and colliding, making a continuous collision sound.

Every time there was a collision, there was a strong explosion, breaking the tables and chairs in the hall.