Chapter 207: The True Content of the Dharma Protector
Liu Yishou did not expect that Protector Mo would make such a suggestion, but he soon felt a sense of humiliated anger.
"Bastard, do you think I'm destined to lose?!"
"Why do you need to be angry, sir? This is the fact."
Although he only had one hand left to fight against the enemy due to the calculation, Protector Mo's confidence came from his own absolute strength. He did not think that the deputy Qianhu in front of him could defeat him.
"Then let's give it a try... huh?"
As they spoke, their expressions changed at the same time. They both heard the sound of horse hooves coming from behind, which seemed so abrupt and strange in this chaotic battlefield.
Liu Yishou immediately held his breath and focused his attention on the enemy in front of him, while Mo Hufa stood ready until the sound got closer and closer——
"It's actually you...?"
When Lu Hanjiang, dressed in the official uniform of the Sovereign Envoy, slowly appeared in his sight, Protector Mo was greatly surprised. He never expected that this guy who should be recuperating in the capital would come to Miaojiang.
Although there was no evidence, just judging from his feelings, Protector Mo concluded that this person was definitely not a substitute, but Lu Hanjiang himself.
Damn it, have we all been fooled by him? Thinking that he had just vowed that Lu Hanjiang was seriously injured and would never recover, Protector Mo felt a wave of embarrassment in his heart.
"Excuse me, my lord, but the thief is cunning and humble. Let's capture him now." Liu Yishou apologized first, then used his inner strength to rush forward and fight with the opponent again.
"You are no match for him."
Lu Hanjiang's light words made Liu Yishou stop his intention to fight. He glanced at his opponent's twisted arm: "How is the injury?"
Liu Yishou was flattered and said hurriedly: "Excuse me for your concern, sir. I'll just take care of it for a while after I go back. It's no big deal."
Listening to Lu Hanjiang's words without murderous intent, Protector Mo seemed to think that this person could be talked about, so he tried to say: "We say goodbye to Jiangnan, your grace is still the same."
"The protector is not free in the north, why are you here in Miao territory?" Lu Hanjiang reined in the horse's rope and looked at the Xuantian Sect protector who had escaped from his hands with great interest.
"It's just a trivial matter, and it can't stand for adults to worry about."
Protector Mo lowered his head obediently: "I and you are old acquaintances. I, Xuantian Sect, are all to blame for what happened today. We should have this difficulty. I said this, and your Excellency raised his hand to let the horse go. Okay.
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"You are so brave. Who are you to deserve to be let go?" Liu Yishou glared at Protector Mo with contempt in his words.
Lu Hanjiang waved his hand to signal Liu Yishou to step back. He said to Protector Na Mo: "I have already spared you once. It would be okay to let you go again, but..."
When the conversation changed, Lu Hanjiang said calmly: "Do you recognize the people who assassinated me in the capital a few years ago? There is an old guy in your Xuantian sect who knows a lot of military skills."
Protector Mo's expression changed slightly, he straightened up, chuckled and said, "It seems that your Excellency doesn't want to let me go this time."
"There is no need to worry, Protector. I just want to ask you to go back to the prison to ask a few words." Lu Hanjiang rode his horse and slowly walked towards Protector Mo.
"I'm sorry that I can't bear it. People from the mountains and wilds may not be able to agree with you."
Protector Mo stared at Lu Hanjiang and said: "Although your martial arts are high, I am also good at escaping. I am afraid that this time, I will return without success."
Lu Hanjiang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and laughed. After a moment, he straightened his face slightly and said, "Although it's ridiculous, luck is indeed uncertain. Protector, do you want to give it a try?"
When Lu Hanjiang finished speaking, two black balls the size of eggs suddenly appeared on Protector Mo's right hand. Liu Yishou immediately felt bad. He often dealt with people in Jianghu and recognized them at a glance as smoke bombs used to escape.
Just when he was about to rush forward to stop the opponent, Liu Yishou suddenly saw a bright sword flash in front of his eyes. With his eyesight, he could only see the final scene of Lu Hanjiang's Xingxuan Sword being sheathed.
The flow of time seemed to be stuck. Protector Mo took out the escape tools one second ago, and the next second the smoke bomb and his right hand slowly floated upward following his gaze.
It was as if someone had stolen a period of time from the flow of time, and the move was as swift as a ghost. No one could see it clearly, but what they could understand was that Protector Mo would never be able to escape.
Although Liu Yishou was a little slow, he still rushed forward and locked the remaining left hand of Protector Mo, subduing him to the ground.
Looking blankly at the severed arm that fell in front of him, even the pain seemed to be delayed. It took Protector Mo a long while before he trembled with trembling lips and murmured in collapse:
"How can it be......"
"It seems like your luck is not that good this time."
At this time, Lu Hanjiang had already walked away on his horse, leaving only a light command.
"Take him back."
"I humble my position and accept my order."
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The Xuantian Sect's branch is located deep in the mountains and forests. It is difficult to attack from a high position. However, on the one hand, the number of troops sent by the Jinyi Guards is several times that of theirs. On the other hand, the powerful members of the branch here have already been killed by them in advance. There was an ambush outside the valley.
Therefore, there was not much loss in capturing this branch. It can be said that this time it was a complete victory. Not only did they capture an important person like Protector Mo, but they also captured another guy who was more important in a certain sense.
Lu Hanjiang arrived at the dungeon where the envoy surnamed Huang was imprisoned in Xiangyun. Another Baihu who was responsible for the interrogation stepped forward and bowed: "Sir, this person is mutilated."
Lu Hanjiang was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the intact limbs and facial features of the yellow messenger. Finally, his eyes fell on a subtle place. He pointed at the messenger's crotch and asked, "Is he a prisoner?"
"Exactly." The hundred households replied.
After a long silence, Lu Hanjiang asked again: "Did he cut it himself?"
"Ah? This? What do you mean, sir?" Baihu stared, somewhat confused as to what Lu Hanjiang meant.
Lu Hanjiang made a gesture with his hands and thought about his words: "I heard that there is a type of martial arts that can only be practiced without distracting thoughts, so some people cut themselves in order to practice."
The hundred households stared at Lu Hanjiang blankly for a while, then suddenly realized, "Your Excellency is knowledgeable."
Ignoring the flattery from these hundreds of households, Lu Hanjiang asked: "So, did he cut it himself?"
"It doesn't look like it," the hundred households said with serious eyes, "neat and tidy, this should be the palace method."
"I see...Wait a minute, do you still understand this?" Lu Hanjiang suddenly reacted.
"I used to go to see it secretly because I was curious," said the hundred households a little shyly.
Lu Hanjiang looked at him with awe in his eyes. If he stayed in the prison for a long time, would it even affect the guards guarding him? Brother, your sexual habit is really unique.
He patted the hundred households on the shoulder, said nothing, and went to another cell, where Protector Mo was held, and the person in charge of interrogating him was Cui Yixiao.
Seeing Cui Yixiao standing outside the door like a pillar, Lu Hanjiang frowned and walked over and asked, "What did you ask?"
"grown ups......."
Cui Yixiao's voice was trembling. He stared at the tattoo on Protector Mo's face in the prison, unable to look away: "He, he is General Mo..."
He tried hard to calm down, and managed to finish the sentence in a tone that no longer stuttered: "Sir, he is the commander-in-chief of the Cefeng Army, General Mo Tianyang."