"It's... This... Bad luck!"

At this time, the front of the welcoming team was facing another team, but it was a group of nine people, and nine people were carrying the coffin!

This is clearly the funeral procession!

Funeral party and greeting party!

It was supposed to be two teams that were completely opposed.

For a while, the third uncle raised his hand and stopped the advance of the welcoming team.

Most of the people who came to greet their relatives began to clench their blades in their hands.

At this time, it was already some distance from the city gate, and it was the perfect distance to block the road.

Even if you escape back to the city for a short time, you won't be able to escape this distance.

Seeing this, Jiang Heng also frowned, and looked sideways at Fu Qingshui: "Qing Shui, is this the trouble you are talking about?"

"No... Not quite right!"

Fu Qingshui was a little uncertain: "It's a little wrong, this is a little different from that group!"

Fu Qingshui looked at the nine people opposite, he clearly remembered that it was the people of the Surabaya Alliance who secretly used small means before.

And the group of people in front of them, dressed in pure white, each with a sword at his waist, all of them looked good, and there was a touch of righteousness and awe-inspiring on their faces.

This is definitely not something that the three incumbent people of the Surabaya League can do.

...

"Big boss, is this someone from over there?"

At the same time, in the jungle on the side of the road, a group of men who were ambushed in it were obviously unexpected.

The head of the Surabaya League, who was bald on the top of his head and still had a few strands of gray hair on his temples, looked at the scene in front of him and frowned.

"A few old guys from the Qingshui Gang and the Liujiazhuang Gourd Gang didn't tell me that they had this stubble!"

Yang Da of the Surabaya League was a little puzzled, which was completely unexpected by him.

Originally, he planned to directly rob the fifth lady of the Fu family, but it would be better if he could capture the young gang leader of the Canglang Gang together.

When the time comes, are you still afraid that Yan Chongshan will not obediently hand over all the foundation of the Canglang Gang in Bazhou?

In fact, Yangda knew that seizing the foundation was just a pretext, and what he really wanted was the martial arts heritage of the Canglang Gang itself.

As the rudder of the Canglang Gang, even if it is not as good as the chief rudder, there must be a lot of martial arts classics in it.

It's just that he went in before but returned in vain, so Yang Da came up with such a way to deal with it.

But the meat that reached the mouth suddenly killed such a number one.

"Big boss, do you want to catch them all?" asked the henchman in a low voice.

"Wait!"

He always felt that something was not quite right.

At this time, the atmosphere on the road is a little strange, because the official road is not very wide, and there are trees and jungles on both sides.

So the two sides were at a stalemate for a while.

"Please also make it convenient for everyone on the other side, I will wait for this time to give a birthday gift to the palace on the order of the leader of my family's alliance, and we must not delay!"

Eight people on the opposite side carried the coffin, and the ninth person was the first to break the silence and speak loudly.

As soon as these words came out, the official road became even more silent, only the sound of everyone's breathing and the sound of the breeze blowing the leaves.

The people of the Surabaya League, who were hiding in the jungle, also looked at each other when they heard this.

"Big head, this..."The henchman was stunned and turned his head to look at Yang Dadang.

"What kind of people are these?!"

At this time, Yangda was already in turmoil in his heart.

This kind of thing happened just after the fall of this tyrant gate?

In the matter of Badaomen, Yang Dadang also got some gossip.

However, because there is no living mouth, and the death is strange.

Some people who are familiar with the style of the palace believe that this is most likely the work of the palace.

Yang Dadang thought the same, and even worried for a while.

After all, the Badaomen used to be respectful to the palace. And when he said he was extinguished, he was destroyed.

Now which Bazhou's Jianghu forces are not panicked, and they are all speculating about the Wangfu's attitude towards the Jianghu forces now.

Fortunately, it hasn't been two days since this happened, and someone jumped out again, isn't it chaotic enough to think that the rivers and lakes of Bazhou are not messy?

...

At this time, Jiang Sanhai was also a little uneasy, and he had been coming to Bazhou for a while.

How could he not know the transcendent status of the royal palace in the entire Bazhou.

What's more, his nephew also mentioned the Overlord's Mansion, and he must not be provoked for the time being.

He looked at Jiang Heng behind him a little helplessly.

"Who is the leader of your family?"

Jiang Heng rode his horse to the front of the team and looked at the group opposite.

"The Twelve Sword Alliances of the Heavenly Dome are one sword and one heart!"

The white-robed middle-aged man with a sword at the head responded loudly. There was a hint of reverence between the words.

One Sword Grandmaster Lu Yixin?!

Hearing this, Jiang Heng's eyes shrank, and at the same time he looked at the coffin carried by the other party.

The coffin on the opposite side is a little different, different from the coffin of ordinary people, this coffin is obviously several times larger.

And it looks like it should have been a coffin, and the wood on it is still very new.

There's something in there!

Jiang Heng's eyes stared at the coffin and the few people who resisted the coffin, and found that these people were all at the fourth-grade level of the Pulse Refining Realm, but it was a little difficult to carry this coffin.

For help, you can steal book tickets like vegetables, come and steal your friends' book tickets and vote for my book.

"What's in there?"

Jiang Heng pointed to the coffin and asked the other party.

The white-robed middle-aged man frowned, a little displeased.

"No comment!"

"I'm sorry for you!"

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Heng jumped on the back of the black wind horse, and the next moment, his body was like electricity in mid-air, crossing an arc and falling steadily on top of the coffin.

The faces of the eight members of the Twelve Sword Alliances of the Heavenly Dome suddenly changed, and it was clear that Jiang Heng didn't use much force.

But it felt like a terrifying weight far heavier than the coffin itself, and it hit in an instant.

The eight people hurriedly pulled out and retreated, but two of them still didn't have time to collapse their shoulders in an instant.

The coffin suddenly fell to the ground with a dull sound.

"You dare!"

The white-robed middle-aged man was furious when he saw this, and directly drew his sword and rushed forward.

Jiang Heng turned a deaf ear to this, turned over and jumped off the coffin, and at the same time slapped his big hand, and the coffin was knocked out, revealing the situation inside.

Seeing the scene inside, Jiang Heng was stunned for a moment.

Boom!

The blade of the sword landed steadily on Jiang Heng's neck, making a crisp sound.

But Jiang Heng didn't react much to this, and his eyes still fell on the coffin.

Inside was a behemoth that was almost the same as that day, resembling a weasel.

It's just that the death of this weasel made Jiang Heng a little shocked.

The carcass of the weasel was cut open at one time with a sharp object.

From the top of the head to the tail, you can even see that the spine inside is neatly divided into two halves.

The point is that even a blood crystal inside was split into two halves and fell among the two halves of the corpse.

The entire section of the corpse was very neat, and the blood did not appear to be splattering instantly.

It should have been cut open in a very short period of time, and even at that moment, the weasel did not realize that it was dead.

"What a powerful means!"

Jiang Heng muttered to himself, this method made him vaguely familiar.

That's right, Liu Shizong!

Jiang Heng suddenly remembered Liu Shizong's condensed silk, extremely condensed and powerful sword gang.