Mo Shang channeled all his strength into his hands and threw the weapon in his hand, knocking three flying swords away. At the same time, he grabbed a metal plate that had been placed on the table to wash the tea and blocked it in front of him.
Ding!!
He heard the sound of gold and iron clashing, and finally two flying swords hit his chest.
"This strength?!"
Previously, he knocked three flying swords away with his weapon, but they were only slightly deflected. So Mo Shang didn't feel anything was wrong, but he didn't know until he faced them.
Three Realms??
“I have something to say!!”
Mo Shang shouted the last words of his life.
Pfft...
After holding on for less than two breaths, the iron plate was penetrated.
Two flying swords hit the chest, piercing the front and revealing the back.
Blood flowed down instantly.
Mo Shang, who only held on for a moment, fell straight down. Until his death, he didn't know who he had offended. Why did the great masters of the three realms come to kill him?
dark place.
Wu Chong raised his index finger.
After dissipating the power of sword control, he glanced at Du Tong Mo Shang who was still kicking his legs out of the corner of his eye, turned over and left.
A few landed on the street outside before people gathered around them.
"There's an assassin!"
"Seal the door and don't let a fly escape."
As an official force of Daqi, especially in this chaotic Daozhou, the quality of Qingyi Tower's personnel is naturally extremely strong. From the time of taking action to finishing killing people, the people inside reacted quickly and made quick decisions.
reacted.
But Wu Chong has already left.
He stepped on it a bit before he came over.
Pulling down the bamboo hat, he quickly blended into the street and disappeared after a while. The noise in Qingyi Building naturally had nothing to do with them.
They are all dead. What does it have to do with his new Silver Medal Ambassador? He is just a bare-bones guy and is still doing missions in other places.
"You mean, a sword flew in from the outside and then turned into five swords in the air, killing Lord Mo Shang?"
Li Qiuren, the Tsing Yi gold medal chief arrester who came over to inquire, looked at the scene in the house and stared at the still shivering survivors and asked.
He felt like this guy was insulting his intelligence.
"Everything I said is true."
The member of the Heiyilou had a bitter look on his face. He knew that no one would believe what he said, but that was the fact.
Not getting the answer he wanted, Li Qiuren sneered.
"Is it true? If you don't cry until you see the coffin, take it down and interrogate it properly!"
"yes!"
Several members of the Tsing Yi Building quickly came up, held the young man up and went out to pay his debts.
"Master Li, everything I said is true! It's really a flying sword, it's really a flying sword..."
"You don't even know how to tell lies, and you split the flying sword into five parts. Do you think I'm blind?"
Li Qiuren's eyes fell on Mo Shang's body next to him.
There are indeed two wounds, but the sword...
Only one handful.
Of the two sword wounds, only one remained. Where did the other one go? Before they came in, there was only one person in the room.
so.
This matter must have been organized by a demon!
The assassination of high-level people like them in Qingyi Building, and the boy who was taken down just now, was an accomplice.
Following the street, when he reached the end, Wu Chong quickly entered a private house and changed his clothes inside.
He didn't know if there were any spies from Tsing Yi House on the streets outside, but it was always right to be cautious.
Killing Mo Shang was something he had planned before he came back.
What happened in Fengshou County is a trap at first glance. Although he doesn’t know what others will do later. But it is not his character to be passively beaten. He, the head of the Wu family, has always struck preemptively. In the past, when he was in the Twenty-Eight Prefectures, he was recruited
He was 'thankful' to the three senior brothers who were willing to do nothing for their own benefit. How could he let go of someone who was plotting against him behind his back?
For those of us who practice martial arts, what we pay attention to is a grudge based on pleasure.
It's not his character to hold it in.
After changing clothes, Wu Chong opened the door and went out.
People were coming and going on the street outside, but no one noticed him.
After taking a few steps, Wu Chong stopped.
Because he saw someone.
A sloppy beggar gnawing on a chicken leg. This man was obviously in the corner and not talking to anyone, but Wu Chong noticed him at a glance because he felt the spiritual fluctuations in this sloppy beggar.
A strong man in the three realms!
He couldn't tell the specific levels.
This is the first time Wu Chong has come into contact with a powerful person of this level since he came to this world.
With Daqi's background, the strong men from the Three Realms who came out must be even more terrifying. Wu Chong could not see the depth of this beggar. He believed that such a great master would definitely not beg for food on the street for no reason. With such strength,
Even the Beggar Gang is at the level of elder or even gang leader.
'Did you hit something?'
Wu Chong was careful not to look at the other person, and the beggar ignored him and continued to chew on the chicken legs.
Until Wu Chong disappeared, the beggar did not move.
He didn't even look at him twice.
"The clues stop here. Let's look for them separately."
Not long after Wu Chong left, another group of people in Tsing Yi appeared here. The leader was also a Silver Medal Envoy, but this Silver Medal Envoy was different from Wu Chong in that he had a team of Bronze Medal Envoys under his command.
Judging from the appearance of this group of people, they seemed to be following some clues.
"Master Hu, there seems to be something wrong with that beggar..."
A subordinate next to him noticed something was wrong and whispered to the leading silver medalist.
The silver medalist surnamed Hu turned his head and happened to see the beggar who had finished eating the chicken leg.
At first glance, his expression suddenly changed.
Looking towards his gaze, they found that the beggar who had finished eating the chicken legs suddenly raised his head and smiled at them.
With a smile, the sloppy beggar stood up, then patted the bag on his chest, and pale white powder floated out from it...
"Poison King, Nine Beggars!!"
The silver medalist reacted and quickly covered his mouth and nose.
But, it's too late.
The group of people following him fell down like wheat. As soon as they fell, their faces quickly turned blue, foaming at the mouth, and they died on the spot. Even the two bronze medalists were hit by the attack and fell to the side, leaving only
Out of breath.
"Old poison, how dare you!!!"
The angry silver medalist took out the fire tube from his waist and was about to send out a signal.
But as soon as he raised his hand, he found that his limbs had lost all feeling, and a cold and numb feeling hit his heart.
poisoned?
when!
"My poison cannot be avoided by shielding the breath."
The old beggar walked over slowly. What was strange was that although there were so many people on this street, no one noticed them. It was as if the area where they were was isolated by some force.
Picking up a saber on the ground, the old beggar waved his hand twice.
With the silver medalist's frightened and angry expression, he waved his sword.
Phew...
A big head flew out.
The two bronze medalists who were struggling on the other side also died at the same time. In the end, these two people could not survive and died of the poison.
Finish killing everyone.
The old beggar took some money from the pockets of the dead people, then yawned and left in a swaggering manner.