Sansheng walked into the hall of the yamen, the original majestic yamen was already a tragic situation, the door plaque engraved with the word "trial" was knocked to the ground and split into two pieces, the public hall was no longer a fierce yamen, a headless corpse soaked with blood flowing from the neck, sitting on a wooden chair, it was really a tragic situation that people did not dare to watch for a long time.

"How you like to cut off your head. Sansheng stepped forward, covering his eyes with one hand, and then opening his fingers to reveal one eye, while the other hand picked up the coat of the headless corpse, which was contaminated with blood and did not see the prototype.

"Oh" was picked off the coat fell out of a jade medallion, Sansheng picked up the medal, the medallion is transparent dark green, the jade pattern leaks green light, is made of jade, jade is a kind of rare jade in the mortal world, hard and not easy to damage, Sansheng has heard of this kind of jade in Sun's hometown, this kind of jade is almost impossible to get if it is not a noble family. Even the medallion made of extremely hard jade is engraved with two big characters in life: Ya Master!

Sansheng checked the medallion: "To be able to engrave words on this kind of jade, and it is in the name of the yamaster, it can only be the lord of Que City, Que Fuqing" After that, he put the jade medallion back into the clothes of the headless corpse: "This person, it is estimated that he is also at the same level as the general who died before, if he can not be involved, it is better to leave early." ”

Rubbing his blood-stained hands and clearing the traces of his visit, Sansheng was cautiously about to leave, but suddenly felt a sense of crisis coming, he vigilantly pulled out his sword, made a fighting posture, and asked Xiyue: "Do you feel dead." ”

Xiyue stretched out her head from Sansheng's chest, nodded and shook it, Sansheng looked at Xiyue who only showed her head and said helplessly: "Okay, you better go back." "If you guess what Xi Yue wants to express, it should be that the dead air is the same as before, and it has not increased, but this sense of crisis •••••••

"Zheng. Sansheng turned around and blocked the scythe from the air, surprised by the sudden pair of hands holding the sickle behind the empty person, Sansheng jumped back with the strength of the sword, and pointed at the hand holding the sickle, and said, "Who! ”

"Hee-hee" accompanied by emotionless laughter, slowly showing a crying face mask from the void: "You don't have the strength you showed." ”

"What? are you?"

"Aren't you looking for the man who killed the general?" the weeping man patted the black cloth bag hanging from his waist and made a "bumper" sound, "I am." ”

Sansheng clenched the saber in his hand tightly: "What the hell do you want to do." ”

"Beat me, and I'll tell you!" The voice fell, and the long scythe came out, and it attacked Sansheng like a ghost, and the long scythe slashed down from the air.

Sansheng held the sword in his backhand, tried his best to resist the sickle, pressed the long handle of the sickle towards the crying face, cut off a corner of the crying face mask with a sword, and left a shallow sword mark under the crying face, the crying face man was scratched by the sword and did not panic, his feet fell to the ground, his left hand punched, and his right hand pulled back the long sickle, wanting to surround Sansheng in front of him, Sansheng slashed a sword, the sword momentum had gone, and he couldn't dodge, so he had to put the sword behind him, and his abdomen resisted the crying man's punch, and with a punch, he bent down and retreated out of the range of the crying man's long sickle.

Sansheng wiped away the saliva that flowed from the corner of his mouth that was hit by a heavy punch, and sneered: "You are not as powerful as you imagined, you are almost too far from Fu Jibi, come and eat a sword I learned recently." "Sansheng threw away the saber vigorously, this move is the stunt of the famous stone entering the city - swordsmanship! (Throwing swordsman), the saber with the wind and the momentum flew towards the crying face, the crying face man saw the power of the sword was also slightly frightened, did not dare to resist, jumped back, although the saber turned slightly, still did not hit the crying face, Shengsheng broke into the yamen wall half a foot, but although the saber did not hit, but Sansheng has rushed here, pulled out the saber that pierced into the wall, changed the sword to the left hand, and a straight rush to the crying face, this distance, the crying face man has no way to hide, but has to follow the sword, a sickle fell, Sansheng smiled when he saw this, quickly threw the sword to the right hand, grabbed the sickle with his left hand, the saber stabbed the crying face man from the right, the crying face man secretly screamed bad, let go of the long sickle, knelt on both knees, and reflexively lowered his waist, barely dodging Sansheng and a sword, Sansheng looked confused: "Damn, there is still this kind of operation, there is gold under the man's knees, do you kneel when you say kneeling!!?"

The person who cried his face didn't care what the mentality of Sansheng was, he supported the ground with both legs, and kicked Sansheng with his legs like springs, how could Sansheng let him attack, and he turned over with the long handle of the sickle in his left hand, blocking the legs of the crying face, and his body rotated away. The weapon was obtained by Sansheng, and the crying man calmly got up, put on a punching posture, and a rich liquid spiritual power was full of covering his body, and at this moment, a roar came from the air: "Go!"

Sansheng was startled, looked behind him, found that there was no one, turned around, but saw the crying man breaking through the roof and running out, how could Sansheng let the murderer get away with it, he also broke through the roof and chased after him.

Say the other side.

"Listen to the people of the General's Mansion! "Outside the General's Mansion, the little official who held the command of the lord recruited all the guards in the city and surrounded the gate of the General's Mansion.

Compared with the domineering spirit of the officials outside the door, there was a panic in the general's mansion.

"Why is it just this time?" said the old lady anxiously in the hall.

"Old lady, Sha Ying's guard said that Sansheng is very likely to be related to the Yamen, and he secretly followed Sansheng away just now. A maid said with a shudder.

"Hey, is the General's Mansion really going to die?" The old lady was immediately deflated when she heard that Sha Ying, the only one in the mansion who could resist the yamen, was no longer in the mansion.

"Mother! We are from the General's Mansion, how can we just give in to the gang of dog thieves in the Yamen!" A female general in armor smashed her spear to the ground and coaxed with a general's anger: "As the general's wife, I am bound to live and die with the General's Mansion!"

With the arrival of the spear generals, another group of women in armor appeared in the hall: "We too." ”

"Good, good. The old lady shed tears, looked at her daughter-in-law under the hall, stood up her waist, waved the cane in her hand and said: "Pass my order, the general's mansion, those who want to surrender, expel from the general's mansion, and those who do not surrender bring weapons and resist the gang of dog thieves in the yamen with me, the old woman!"

The little official outside the general's mansion is not in a hurry, and there is not much time to lead the guards of the whole city, and there is a chance at this time, so don't take the opportunity to play prestige, anyway, the general's mansion has already caught turtles in the urn, and his hands are ready to capture. He was whistling, waiting for the sound of begging for mercy in the house, but suddenly a roar that resounded through the sky came from the house.

"Never surrender! ”

"Never surrender! ”

"Never surrender! ”

A borrowed sound, a more powerful than a sound, a more shocking than a sound, the little official is always a little person, frightened by this wave of soul, trembling lips trembling and said: "Anti-•••Anti•••Anti-you, quick, hurry up and go all up, kill all the people in the General's Mansion, there will be a reward!" Under an order, the guards poured into the door of the general's mansion, and it was a pity that this order could not help but brain, the door of the mansion was narrow, and the guards rushed to enter, but they were in chaos, and they became turtles, and they were killed one by one, and for a time the general's mansion had the upper hand.

Regardless of the fight between this little person, Sansheng left the yamen, chased the crying face man all the way on the eaves and walked the wall, ran to the city, holding a long sickle in one hand, and holding a sword in the other hand to run The posture can be as strange as it is, but the speed is not slow, the two of you chase me, it is difficult to distinguish one up and down, but the strangeness is here, although the crying face man did not do his best when fighting with the three lives, there is a little bit of fun, but after all, he is a monk in the condensation realm, although in the same realm, the exercises determine the strength and weakness, and the three lives can rely on the body of the sword spirit and the exercises from such strong sects as the sword mountain to have an advantage in Quecheng, but the crying face man is always beyond a realm, and it is impossible not to get rid of the three lives, It's a pity that Sansheng didn't know the realm of the crying face, just fought, the crying face was also taken away by the three lives, and he was fiercely suppressed, and the three lives couldn't know the true realm of the crying face, but he felt that the crying face was incredible, and he had mobilized his aura to catch up, with the strength of the original body of the sword spirit, it should not be impossible to catch up with a primordial spirit realm that was cultivated in a remote place in Quecheng, but it has been chasing for a long time, and it is always so little away.

Fortunately, the chase didn't last long, and the Crying Face seemed to be unable to continue this high-speed movement anymore, plunging down a gorgeous house.

"Hahu, finally stopped running. In fact, Sansheng was also a little out of breath, and he was also happy to see the crying face man stop, lifting his sword and falling from the sky, slashing at the crying face man, the crying face man dodged sideways, the cloth bag hanging on his waist was cut off, and he melted into the shadows and disappeared.

"Damn, let him run away. Sansheng fell to the cloth bag and opened it, revealing two pale heads, drenched in blood.

"Well, the dead are greater. Just as Sansheng was about to reseal the cloth bag, a person walked out of the house.

"Who is coming, how can the City Lord's Mansion be the place where you can come to Xiaoxiao. ”

"Eh, you're the city lord?"

"Exactly. Que Fuqing looked down at the two cloth bags with human heads in Sansheng's hands, and said lightly.

"Wouldn't you be too young to be the city lord?" Sansheng looked at the man of about eighteen in front of him, although cultivating the spirit to a certain realm can prolong his life, but just the people of the condensation realm are not much different from ordinary people.

Que Fuqing raised his eyebrows and asked rhetorically, "You won't be too young to be a prisoner?"

Sansheng spread his hands and said helplessly: "Yes." ”