Four more chapters, let's burn together for the results of this book. This is a common achievement.

Outside the city, in a mountain forest with colorful leaves.

"Do you have a heartbeat?"

"Nope. "The half-emperor soul is categorical.

"Are you ready? Very good, I only know swordsmanship, I will teach you swordsmanship. ”

"You use a side of the swordsmanship, let me see!"

Wang Ce pulled out his sword and played a set of vast swordsmanship in front of the half-emperor soul, a master of swordsmanship. I always felt that I had no confidence, and finally I was happy after casting the gold of the glass once.

The green umbrella blocked half of the face of the half-emperor soul, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly, I don't know whether to praise or disappoint: "Your hands are not pure." You've practiced swordsmanship before!"

Wang Ce scratched his head, did it have an impact? What was the predecessor, he didn't know, but the spy father taught him the six-style knife technique!

"Your swordsmanship is skilled!" Wang Ce's pride was immediately struck: "If you want to use a sword, it is useless to be proficient, your swordsmanship is unconsciously mixed with the technique of making a knife!" ”

"I can only use two swordsmanship, one way is the Seven Styles of the Revenant! One way is the easiest, which way do you want to learn!"

"This is the Seven Forms of Revenant!"

A fierce cyan brilliance erupted in an instant, slashing away like an arc. A sharp suffocating roar, Wang Ce was stunned to witness, that mountain was flattened by a sword!

What a powerful swordsmanship!

The half-emperor soul shook his head lightly in slight disappointment, if he was only obsessed with powerful swordsmanship, it would be wrong!

He suddenly groaned, perhaps, he shouldn't have instilled his own ideas into Wang Ce. Shen groaned, "I suggest that you better learn the easy one. Because, the Seven Styles of the Revenant Soul are my swordsmanship and my kendo spirit!"

The half-emperor soul suddenly disappeared, and a faint blue light sprinkled leisurely, leaving marks on dozens of trees gently and well-known.

When the half-emperor soul withdrew the sword, dozens of fallen leaves were already strung on the sword: "This is the simplest swordsmanship!"

Wang Ce is as good as flowing: "That's the easiest." ”

"You're wrong, I always think, you're wrong. A light voice floated from the mountains in the distance. A gray figure flew leisurely from the top of the mountain a few miles away.

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"Wang Soul, your sword path has entered the demon. ”

The green umbrella raised slightly: "It's you who are wrong, it's Sword God Mountain." Today's Sword God Mountain is no longer the one in the past, and you are on a wrong path. ”

In an instant, the sword aura permeated vertically and horizontally. The half-emperor's soul disappeared at some point, and appeared in mid-air like a ghost, striking a blow. It's like a hurricane coming, sweeping everything and moving!

Song Youyan fell lightly, pressed his shoulder, and sighed: "My swordsmanship is always inferior to yours." Junior brother!"

For the first time, the half-emperor soul did not refute: "That's because your state of mind is no longer pure, and you are no longer single-minded only for the way of the sword!"

Song Youyan was dumbfounded, and no longer argued: "If you are willing to return to Sword God Mountain, even, as long as you admit that your path is wrong, the Heavenly Refiner will treat your injuries." Why bother so hard!"

"You're the most talented, gifted of all of us. If not...... The Glass Sword Sect may not be so difficult for you!"

The half-emperor soul was silent for a long time: "No! I firmly believe that my path is right. It's you who are wrong, your swords are already mixed with too many impurities. ”

Song Youyan smiled bitterly, always unable to understand this junior brother, and smiled at Wang Ce: "Don't believe in his kendo spirit, it is a crooked road, and it is destined to be impassable." ”

Wang Ce suddenly felt a lot of pressure, a sword sect, a half-emperor! Standing beside you, can you say that there is no pressure?

The only thing that can be done is to change the subject: "Ahem, Uncle Wang Soul, what's the matter with your injuries?"

The half-emperor was noncommittal, and Song Youyan, who had an elegant atmosphere, patted his head: "Yes, Wang Ce, I'll ask you something." About a clue, do you know about the theft of the Heavenly Soldier in Sword God Mountain?"

Wang Ce sighed, knowing that this day would come sooner or later. Immediately, he said everything that could be said.

Song Youyan groaned: "In this way, it has nothing to do with you, but there is a person in my Sword God Mountain who died......"

"That guy is going to kill me first. Wang Ce shrugged.

Song Youyan didn't seem to be a tangled person, and smiled gently: "Regarding these two things, I can't do it, within three months, you'd better go to Sword God Mountain and explain to the Council of Elders." ”

Wang Ce looked at the half-emperor soul, and the half-emperor soul was silent for a while: "It's better to go!"

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"You're not a person who can concentrate on kendo single-mindedly!"

On the way back from outside the city, the assertion of the half-emperor soul made Wang Ce sad.

"You're the kind of person who can pick up anything and use it. Lao Gu said, you are a sensitive and cunning child, this is your spleen surname, which determines your fighting temperament, and there must be your way. ”

The half-emperor soul eye is extremely sharp, Wang Ce is indeed that kind of treacherous and free person, he is destined not to be tied to something like kendo for the rest of his life.

No matter what weapon he picks up, Wang Ce can use it very well, perhaps because of his free and open-minded.

"There is a sword that suits you well. The Half-Emperor Soul groaned: "Dripping Sword! That may be the most suitable sword for you in the world." ”

The Dripping Sword is an extremely magical sword, which is evolved by imitating a famous celestial soldier "Emperor Water Sword". The drip sword has the flexibility of water, and the biggest feature is treachery!

A warrior holding a dripping sword is often the object of a hundred times the vigilance of others. Because of the mystery of the dripping sword, you never know how the other party will make the sword and what angle the sword will stab from!

There is a saying that if a warrior is entered into the half-zhang range by a person with a dripping sword, half a life is no longer his own.

In the shallow and faint narration of the half-emperor's soul, Wang Ce temporarily said goodbye and stepped into Nanya!

"How is King Gong?"

Xiong Shiwu shook his head: "Still don't admit it, still don't say anything." It's hard for us to torture, so it's hard to get him to submit!"

"Yield?" Wang Ce was dumbfounded: "I don't need his submission, I just plan to take his life." ”

Appiake was dumbfounded: "He is King Gong! do you want to kill him?" They couldn't imagine what a shocking thing it would be to kill a prince.

"Nonsense!" Wang Ce was awe-inspiring: "As a native of Nanyazhong, how can I kill people indiscriminately." ”

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King Gong is not stupid, of course he will not admit to assassinating the emperor and officials. Wang Ce was also unable to send him to Nanya Prison, so he had to be interrogated on the spot.

For this reason, Wang Ce also borrowed a master of torture from his boss. The problem is, he is not afraid, Commander Sun is afraid! Torture and interrogation of a prince? Commander Sun asked himself if his courage was not moldy and his hair had not grown.

Wang Ce saw King Gong again a few days later, and King Gong was still bright.

It's a pity that his eyelids jumped straight and were supported by two small wooden strips, and his appearance was extremely miserable. That's the result of not sleeping for a few days. Moreover, a bunch of candles were lit on the table, and the eyes were illuminated by the reflection of the bronze mirror, and the desire to die was just like that!

Every time Zhu Haitang and others came, every time they witnessed the tragic situation of King Gong, they couldn't help but feel cold in their hearts. These don't hurt the body, but they hurt the spirit, it's simply devastating.

The boss refused to borrow someone for interrogation, so Wang Ce had to recall some non-hurtful interrogation methods.

Wang Ce smiled casually: "Lao Gongwang, is there anything you want to say?"

King Gong didn't even have the spirit of anger, and the only thing he did was to show a disdainful forced smile!

Wang Ce scratched his head. I hate it, I knew I was going to cross, I should have trained it first, learned to hang on the shoelaces, drink water, and pee!

Xiong Shiwu and the others were terrified on the side, for fear that King Gong would just shake his head and disappear.

Wang Ce smiled: "Princess Wenxiu?"

"Slut!" King Gong, who was dying, suddenly instinctively scolded!

Wang Ce thoughtfully beckoned: "Come on, send some delicious food to King Gong." ”

Interesting! The younger generation of begonias and others don't know about Princess Wenxiu. The older generation, the spy father remembered Princess Wenxiu, but his impression was very shallow.

Walking out slowly, Luke said on the side: "Ace, the Zongzheng Mansion and the cabinet have taken action today, do you want to release people?"

"Don't let go. Wang Ce rubbed his chin and pondered: "Of course I won't let go!"

"Our next step is ...... Arrest King Xiaozhong!"

Zhu Haitang and the other four were shocked and shocked: "You are crazy!"