The sound was so loud that it seemed to have elements of the Buddhist Lion's Roar Kung Fu, and could be clearly heard throughout Luoyang Street.
Looking along the source of the sound, a young swordsman stood holding a sword. The young man looked majestic against the sunlight.
"Damn it!" Wang Captou looked at the young man who had confessed to murder and was filled with anger.
This young man clearly came here just to slap the government in the face! Otherwise, why didn't he admit it when he committed the murder? He didn't intend to pursue the case until he came to the conclusion, and suddenly spoke out?
"Literature uses Confucianism to disrupt the law, and chivalry uses martial arts to break the law." Wang Baotou somehow remembered the words of the man who was the chief arrester back then and later became King Wanpeng.
Back then, King Wanpeng finally realized the fragility of the government because of arresting these knights who violated the ban, and unscrupulously established the Twelve Flying Peng Gang and began to establish his own order.
Capt. Wang shook his head, and his detectives quickly stepped forward after seeing Shangguan's eyes: "Go, go, go! Where did you get that brat from? You were the one who killed Golden Gun Li? This was an accident! Stop throwing it in your face."
It’s gold-plated!”
After saying that, the detective held the knife and glanced at the whole place, as if telling everyone that what he said was the truth.
Meng Xinghun, who was standing on the city wall, was still thinking about what to do next. When he heard the policeman's words, his heart dropped slightly into his stomach.
Unfortunately, it doesn't help that someone is covering up the fact that Jin Gun Li was killed by him. His name and face have been exposed, and Meng Xinghun can no longer be a killer.
"Sister Gao, what should I do..." For a moment, Meng Xinghun felt that she had completely let down Gao's upbringing.
But inexplicably, when his name appeared in Yangxia, Meng Xinghun felt an inexplicable sense of relief, as if from this moment on, he also came to life with the name "Meng Xinghun".
"Is this...this what it feels like to walk under the sun?"
Although the arrests categorically deny that Meng Xinghun killed Golden Gun Li, people in the world have their own standards of judgment.
"Isn't it easy to know if the Golden Spear is his?" Wang Jinglong chuckled, already running out of the crowd, stepping on the wall and onto the roof, heading straight for the city wall.
"Meng Xinghun! Fan Dongliu is here, take the sword!"
However, there was someone faster than him. Fan Dongliu was worthy of being the younger brother of the Purple Scale Golden Sword. Before Wang Jinglong climbed onto the city wall, the short sword in his hand had already been unsheathed!
But that's all.
The moment Fan Dongliu drew his sword, he seemed to have seen the result of the frightened Meng Xinghun being hacked to death by his ninety-nine and eighty-one moves.
However, what he finally saw was a sword light appearing in his throat.
One moment Wang Jinglong was lamenting that his opportunity to become famous was snatched away by Fan Dongliu, and the next moment he followed in his footsteps.
In the blink of an eye, Meng Xinghun killed two people in a row. The speed of the sword was stronger than the violent wind that Wang Baotou had imagined in his mind!
"It's him!" The four kings under Golden Gun Li were sure almost instantly that Meng Xinghun was the one who killed Golden Gun Li!
"Sir, this..." Several detectives looked at Mr. Wang, not knowing what to do.
"The weather is not very good today."
"Yes! The weather is bad and the wind is strong. These charlatans don't go to the doctor even if they have rheumatoid arthritis. They just run around all day long. They deserve to die suddenly!"
"The Golden Gun Gate is doing business! Everyone, please get out of the way!"
"It's really unreasonable! The people from the Six Gates are here, how dare they be so presumptuous!" Several police officers couldn't see it, and almost drew their swords to scold them, but they saw that their own police officers were calm and did not show any anger after being offended.
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"The wind is so strong..." Wang Captou sighed inexplicably.
When the policemen heard this, they followed the gaze of Mr. Wang and saw on the city wall that Meng Xinghun's sword light was like a meteor shower, hitting the people at the Golden Spear Gate.
"Yes, yes, the wind is too strong, it's easy to get wind sores."
"If these fools from the Golden Gun Sect like to get rheumatism, let them go!"
The deaths of Wang Jinglong and Fan Dongliu have extinguished the enthusiasm of the fledglings, but they have also completely ignited the anger of the Golden Gun Sect.
The two great spear-bearing warriors, the four great Vajras, and the thirteen Taibos have all rushed onto the tower at this moment!
They were once the last layer of protection for Golden Gun Lee.
All of them are tall, strong and strong.
They are fearless and unparalleled in their cruelty.
Each of their limbs was very sensitive, and they formed an encirclement in an instant.
However, in the past, this encirclement was to encircle the golden gun and keep the danger outside the circle.
But now, this encirclement has become a cage trapping Meng Xinghun.
In the eyes of outsiders, Meng Xinghun is already a butterfly in a cobweb, unable to leave no matter how hard he struggles.
But to the current Meng Xinghun, he is a butterfly, but these eighteen opponents are not spider webs.
Meng Xinghun had observed spiders. One early morning, he stared at the corner of the wall for an hour and saw a spider swallowing the threads from its web one by one, and then pulling out new threads from its abdomen.
There are spider webs that are new and sticky every day.
A cobweb without a spider would be like this group of people now, just a hanging picture leaking air everywhere.
With Meng Xinghun's speed, he could imitate a butterfly flying through a flower and rush out from the crowd of eighteen people with no effort at all.
But Meng Xinghun didn't leave, and he found that the nausea he had before was completely gone.
"Is the feeling of nausea all an illusion? Am I born to be a murderous person?" Meng Xinghun was confused.
The two golden gun warriors will not care about Meng Xinghun's mental journey. The two men who killed their masters are the lost dogs. Only Meng Xinghun's blood can wash away their shame!
The sword light is like a shooting star.
Before the two golden gun warriors could scream, their throats had been pierced.
The blood flower bloomed, and a butterfly passed through the flower.
The four diamonds drew out their knives, swords, hooks, and forks, and struck Meng Xinghun with the sound of wind!
Looking at it from the outside, the weapons of the Four King Kongs have clearly struck Meng Xinghun, but for some unknown reason, it was the Four King Kongs who fell!
The Four King Kongs are so hateful!
When Golden Spear Li was around, their four Vajras acted in unison and were a destructive Vajra formation.
After the death of Golden Gun Li, they became four reckless men with their own agendas.
Mang King Kong's sword was always very heavy. When Meng Xinghun rushed towards him, he was still secretly happy in his heart, thinking that he would definitely be able to kill Meng Xinghun with his sword.
But when his blade was still half a finger away from Meng Xinghun's clothes, all the strength in his body suddenly disappeared.
The sword has pierced his throat.
Meng Xinghun's sword is like a shooting star. The moment you see it is the last moment it flashes.
Meng Xinghun, the flower-piercing butterfly, tossed and turned among the blood flowers one after another. Although her figure was obviously unhappy, she always passed by the blood flowers with perfect grace.
Meng Xinghun's method of killing was like a butterfly collecting powder. With just one click, he got what he wanted - the opponent's life.