Chapter 733 City Lord's Mansion

Outside the city lord's mansion, the sound of killing became more and more muffled. Facing Dean's sudden split into two and the mansion soldiers equipped with strong bows and crossbows, the killers of Tianyi Building fought and retreated.

In the City Lord's Mansion, everyone held their breath and looked at Dean who was calm and calm.

Dean, dressed in white and holding a sword in one hand and an umbrella in the other, walked slowly into the shed where everyone gathered.

Although this is a temporary shed, the builder obviously put their heart into it. Not only can it keep out the wind and rain, but it is more than enough for a dozen chairs to be placed inside.

"Moon in the water?!"

A suspicious voice sounded.

A young man with a handsome face, straight eyebrows and bright eyes stood up from his seat and stared closely at Dean.

And the people around are thoughtful.

Everyone present had heard about the Shuiyue sword technique.

In fact, the most profound form of the Shuiyue swordsmanship "Shuiyue" was very famous in Xiayuan City back then, but it was gradually forgotten by people after Shuiyue's master disappeared unexpectedly.

Even, with the passage of time, some people only think that this is the Shuiyue Sword House's deceitful deception, to put money on their own faces.

The so-called "moon in the water" simply does not exist.

"It really is that illusion swordsmanship, it's just a trick!"

A voice sounded again, full of disdain.

It was the same person who sarcastically sarcastically before, sitting in the center of the shed, with sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks and high cheekbones, he seemed to be a sharp-tongued and mean-spirited person.

The wrinkles on the face show that the other party is not young anymore.

"Illusion sword technique?"

The handsome young man turned his head to look at the half-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, with a strong sense of contempt in his eyes.

"Crack Eagle, what do you think differently?"

The half-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks faced the contempt of the young man. Immediately shouted angrily.

"Of course there is! However,

Before that, I finally understand why you have not been able to 'become a saint' from the prime of life to the end of your life! Because... Letting a guy like you step into the 'Holy' level is simply a mockery of all the 'Holy' levels in the world! "

The young man gave a deliberate meal. Then, he said directly.

"you!"

The half-old man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek jumped up from the chair, raised his arm, and pointed at the young man with a trembling index finger.

"Oh, Mr. Fei, don't be angry. Some young people were frightened before they even drew their swords in the previous competition. Now they are just licking the ditch for others!"

A middle-aged man in a Confucian uniform, who seemed to have an elegant temperament, but uttered dirty words, stood up and patted the arm of the half-aged man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek.

"That's right. It's just licking the ditch! Hahaha..."

A burst of laughter came from the mouth of a man with five short stature.

"It's good to lick the ditches! It's really good to lick!"

The triangular eyes with ordinary stature but ferocious face echoed repeatedly.

Clang!

The long sword was slowly unsheathed, like a dragon chanting, with a flash of cold light, it pointed directly at the people present who made ridicule.

"A group of shameless, old and not dead guys who are thieves, and only their mouths are left. I don't know how much work they have left?"

The young man pointed his sword at the four of them. asked coldly.

"Come up and try, don't you know?"

The middle-aged man in Confucian uniform smiled slyly.

"Yeah, try it and you'll know!"

The triangular eyes with a ferocious face moved his lower body while talking. He made an extremely slanderous gesture that every man knows.

Immediately, the remaining three people around laughed maliciously together.

As for the remaining bystanders, they looked like they had nothing to do with themselves.

Only the drunken swordsman stood up staggeringly, and stood beside the young man with the wine jar in his hand.

"Drunken Swordsman. Since when did you and Lie Ying become so close? Is this beam going to be married together?"

Looking at the swaying drunk, the middle-aged man in Confucian uniform frowned unconsciously.

Compared to. The young man in front of him is the so-called Lie Ying among the three young masters of Xia Yuancheng. This drunk was the last thing he wanted to mess with, and he was more afraid of chasing his soul than killing his life.

"Liangzi? How can there be any Liangzi? It's just a group of old but not dead guys making noise for thieves! Cracking the eagle and cracking the eagle, I beat mine. Although they are all a bunch of bastards, they are still different in essence. ——Because the harder I hit you, the more pain you will have!"

The drunk took a sip of his wine and looked at the four people in front of him suspiciously, looking puzzled.

However, those words can kill people.

At least, the half-old man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was already trembling all over.

"Drunken Swordsman, Cracking Eagle, good, good, let this old man teach you a lesson, let you know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is!"

The half-old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks let out an angry sound, and rushed towards the drunk and the young man.

"Are you going to teach the two of us a lesson? Do you think too highly of yourself?"

The drunk man didn't even look at the enemy who was rushing, and walked towards the remaining three people on the opposite side staggeringly.

"Go to hell!"

The half-old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks formed claws with both hands, and grabbed the drunk man's facial features with a strong wind. With a bang, a half-foot-long nail suddenly popped out from the fingertips, and with a hint of coldness, he scratched One hit would be torn apart, not to mention a place like the face, if it was touched a little, it would most likely end up being disfigured.

However, the drunk seemed to be a prophet, and after swaying his body around, he appeared behind the half-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and bumped his back with his shoulder.

boom!

Immediately, the half-old man with the sharp-billed monkey cheeks staggered towards the cracked eagle who was ready to go.

However, Lie Ying frowned when he saw such an approaching opponent.

Subconsciously, she moved her footsteps and got out of the way.

For such a weak opponent, Crack Eagle disdained to make a move.

But this is just Liying's personal thoughts, not the half-old man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

Although his steps were staggering, the half-old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks still did not forget to stretch out his claws when he passed by the cracked eagle.

Whoosh!

With a strong wind. The claws capable of crushing masonry were grabbed towards the kidneys on the back of the cracked eagle.

Feeling the strong wind coming, Lie Ying squinted his eyes, flashing murderous intent.

He disdains to fight against unprepared opponents, but it doesn't mean he will let go of those who take the initiative to kill him

hum!

The long sword in Crack Eagle's hand trembled. The next moment, within the shed, there was a burst of sword energy.

puff!

The half-old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was separated from his head, his body rushed forward two steps uncontrollably, and fell to the ground.

And the battle at the drunk man's place also came to an end.

A middle-aged man in a Confucian uniform was punched to the ground by a drunk.

Five men of short stature. He was kicked in the waist by the drunk, and slammed on the middle-aged man in Confucian uniform.

As for the ferocious triangular eyes, it was the worst one.

After seeing the two companions fell to the ground, this one turned around and ran without even thinking about it.

But he was slapped back by the drunk. Then, the counterattack was another slap in the face that made the opponent dizzy, and after a loud bang on the forehead, the opponent staggered and fell on the two companions as if he was drunk.

"Haha, since we came together, of course we have to go together, this is the troubled brother!"

With a long laugh. The drunk suddenly kicked the middle-aged Confucian scholar at the bottom.

Immediately, three men who looked like stacked arhats flew straight out of the shed. With an arc, it fell towards the outside of the city lord's mansion.

"solved!"

The drunk clapped his hands, and then looked at Dean, who was standing on the side, who had not moved a step from the beginning to the end, and said with a smile, "Drinking?"

"Don't drink!"

Dean shook his head curtly.

"The strength is good. The person is also good, but not neat enough!"

The drunk also shook his head. Carrying the wine jar, he walked towards Cracked Eagle.

"I don't drink either!"

He took out a piece of white silk and wiped the cracked eagle with the long sword. Said very simply.

"The same is not neat enough!"

The drunk man pursed his lips and shook his head again.

Then, he returned to his seat and drank by himself.

Immediately, under the shed, apart from the sound of drunks drinking, there was no other sound.

Even Lie Ying, who was the first to ask questions, closed his eyes and meditated quietly after sheathing his sword.

The rest of the people, just like before, didn't move at all.

As for the corpse?

The soldiers in the city lord's mansion quickly carried it away, and sprinkled it with medicinal powder, quickly dispelling the smell of blood.

It was obviously not the first time he had done that kind of skillful movement.

The indifference of the people around shows that they are used to it.

However, none of this caught Dean's attention.

Dean has seen too many situations where a disagreement is drawn and a sword is killed.

No matter in Jade, Gaosai, Xiti, or Baiye.

A person with strength will always have a privilege.

Including taking the life and death of others!

Weakness is the original sin. In Dean's world, this is definitely not a joke.

It's like the person who hides in the dark and exudes a unique aura.

The other party is silently observing here, watching everything that happened here.

Dean didn't directly search for the existence of the other party, but the other party's aura was too obvious——

He has also experienced the state of having just chosen his own 'path' but being unable to hide.

Therefore, it is very clear about the state of the strong at this stage.

"It takes time to consolidate, so do you need more people to help you delay the time?"

Dean wondered inwardly.

Based on the so-called 'outer meteor', such a guess is not difficult.

And soon, what happened next confirmed Dean's guess.

Squeak!

Amid the sound of the door shaft, the door of the inner hall of the city lord's mansion in the distance was pushed open.

A man with a slightly gray beard but elegant appearance came out, smiled before speaking, and waved his hands to the people under the shed: "Jin Luo, the clerk of the lower city lord's mansion, welcomes you on behalf of the lord of the city!"

While speaking, Jin Luo turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation.

However, none of the people present took immediate action.

"Hey, where's our Lord City Lord? Why isn't he here?"

The drunk asked the question on everyone's mind.

The first update of ps~(to be continued)

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