Chapter 154 What a Big Head

Mo Shang channeled all his strength into his hands and threw the weapon in his hand, knocking away three flying swords. At the same time, he grabbed a metal plate that had been placed on the table to wash the tea before, and held 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?!"

I used my weapon to knock away three flying swords before, but they were only slightly deflected. So Mo Shang didn't feel anything was wrong, but he didn't know until he actually faced it

Three realms? ?

“I have something to say!!”

Mo Shang shouted the last words in 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. He didn't know who he had offended until his death. Why would the great masters of the Three Realms come to kill him?

dark place.

Wu Chong lifted his index finger.

After dissipating the power of sword control, he glanced at Du Tong Mo Shang who was still kicking his legs from the corner of his eye, turned over and left.

Several rose and fell to the street outside before officers gathered around them.

"There's an assassin!"

"Seal the door and don't let a fly escape."

As an official force in Daqi, Qingyi Tower naturally has extremely high-quality personnel, especially in this chaotic Daozhou. It took less than ten breaths from the start of the attack to the completion of the killing. The people inside came to their senses and responded quickly.

But Wu Chong has already left.

He stepped on it before he came over.

Pulling off his hat, he quickly blended into the street and disappeared after a while. The noise inside Qingyi Building naturally has nothing to do with them.

They are all dead, what does it have to do with his new silver medal envoy? He is just a bare-bones guy, and he is still doing missions in other places.

"You mean, a sword flew in from 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 trembling survivors and asked.

He felt like this guy was insulting his intelligence.

"Everything I said is true."

The member of the Black Clothes Building 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 him down and interrogate him properly!"

"yes!"

Several members of the Qingyi Building came up quickly, held the boy up and went out to pay.

"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 a 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 kid who was taken down just now was an accomplice in the assassination of high-level officials in Qingyi Building.

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 Qingyi House on the street 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 I don’t know what others will do next. 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 'thankful' to the three senior brothers who took advantage of him but did not do anything. How could he let go of such a person who was plotting against him behind his back.

For those of us who practice martial arts, what we pay attention to is a happy grudge.

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 chewing on chicken legs. This man was obviously in the corner and not talking to anyone, but Wu Chong noticed him at a glance because he felt the fluctuations of spiritual energy 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 the foundation of Daqi, the strong men of the three realms who come out will definitely be more terrifying. Wu Chong couldn't 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 this strength, even the beggar gang is at the level of elder or even leader.

‘Did you hit something? ’

Wu Chong was careful not to look at the other party, and the beggar ignored him and continued to chew on the chicken legs.

The beggar didn't move even until Wu Chong disappeared.

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 is also a silver medalist, but unlike Wu Chong, this silver medalist has a team of bronze medalists 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 eyes, they found that the beggar who had finished chewing 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 quickly covered his mouth and nose after reacting.

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 move and fell to the side, leaving only their breath.

"Old poison, how dare you!!!"

The angry silver medalist took out the fire tube from his waist and was about to release 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. The strange thing was that there were so many people on this street, but no one noticed them. It was as if the area where their group was located 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.

Puchi

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 silver from the pockets of the dead people, then yawned and left in a swaggering manner.