Chapter 77: Horse-Slaying Sword

Not caring about how the civilians who were joining in the fun would escape, Mo Qingkuang just wanted to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.

He didn't even know where the hydrangea wrapped in explosives was thrown from, so how could Mo Qingkuang save people?

It was already very risky to risk his life to save Han Yan'er.

He was very fast, even if he was carrying a person, he was still much faster than ordinary people.

He jumped a few times and ran out of the street.

Then he saw countless soldiers and armored soldiers pouring into the street where the explosion occurred.

"Is the person coming Mo Qingkuang, the martial arts champion?" A middle-aged man with heavy armor and a burly figure came out from the army and asked.

Mo Qingkuang saw that he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his face was quite similar to Tang Yu.

He clasped his fists and nodded: "Hello, General, I am Mo Qingkuang."

Then, Mo Qingkuang saw that the middle-aged general looked at him a little strangely.

Only then did he realize that he was carrying a charming little princess on his shoulders, and he quickly put Han Yan'er down.

Han Yan'er's cheeks flushed, and her legs were a little weak.

Of course, it was not because she was frightened by the sudden explosion, but because it was the first time in her life that she had such close contact with a man, and she was too embarrassed to control herself.

However, she knew that this was not the time for romance, so she could only cough twice: "Uncle Tang, did you get anything?"

The middle-aged general clasped his fists respectfully, lowered his head and dared not look more: "Hello, Princess, I have led the Beijing Camp to surround Zhuangyuan Street. No matter what their identities are, we will search them one by one, and we will not let a single fish slip through the net!"

"That's good, Uncle Tang." Han Yan'er nodded.

"The princess was frightened because of the improper guards of the Beijing Camp. I deserve to die. After this matter is over, I will apologize on my own." The middle-aged general clasped his fists again.

"Uncle Tang, it's more important for you to catch the assassin quickly! Don't apologize here." At this time, Gu Hongyi, who was covered in blood and dust, also rushed out, and said weakly.

"Is Hongyi okay?"

"It's okay, uncle, go and do your work. Don't worry about us young people." Gu Hongyi waved his hand and saluted.

The middle-aged general led his men into Zhuangyuan Street, while Mo Qingkuang, Han Yan'er and Gu Hongyi chose to take a detour to the palace city.

Such a situation occurred during the parade, and they, the parties involved, had the obligation to report the situation to the palace.

"They are so lucky that no one died." Just as the three were about to reach the palace city, a sinister voice floated faintly.

"Be careful!" Mo Qingkuang exclaimed softly, raising his hand to signal the two women to stop.

They looked up and saw a man covered in a black robe leaning on a sword drinking not far away.

"I thought I didn't need to do anything, but I didn't expect that this cause and effect could not be avoided." The black-robed man spoke lazily, as if he didn't take Mo Qingkuang and the other two seriously at all.

Mo Qingkuang looked around. Because of the Zhuangyuan Street explosion, the capital was under martial law, and almost all the people hid in their houses.

A large number of troops surrounded Zhuangyuan Street, resulting in a few vacuum zones in the capital.

The place where Mo Qingkuang and his three men were blocked was one of them.

It seemed that the other party was prepared and chose to attack in a place with weak defense. For a while, there should be no backup.

Mo Qingkuang's heart sank, and he asked coldly: "Who are you? I have no grudges against you, why do you have to force me to death?"

The black-robed man smiled contemptuously: "The dead are not worthy of knowing my name, so blame yourself for offending someone."

After that, the black-robed man drew out his long sword, as fast as a startled wild goose, and the dark blue sword light swallowed and spit out the soul-stirring cold light and rushed straight towards Mo Qingkuang.

"Release the true qi! Grandmaster realm!" Mo Qingkuang was shocked. He didn't care whether he could protect Han Yan'er and the others. He exerted his whole body speed to the extreme and tried his best to avoid the sword of the Grandmaster realm.

There are some essential differences between the Grandmaster realm and the Martial Master realm. If Mo Qingkuang's speed is used, he is almost invincible in the Martial Master realm.

The main reason is that the Martial Master realm is possessed by the true qi. Although it greatly improves the warrior's own attack and defense capabilities, it still has to fight hand-to-hand and close combat in the final analysis.

The biggest difference between the Grandmaster realm and the Martial Master realm is that the true qi can be released. Although the attack power is slightly weakened, the attack distance is farther and the coverage area is larger, which has some greater restrictions on Mo Qingkuang's speed.

The black-robed man stood in place. Such a casual sword gave Mo Qingkuang a headache.

The sword energy fell, almost invisible, and Mo Qingkuang had to rely on the changes in the air to judge the direction of the sword energy and dodge.

With a crisp sound of "clang", the sword light that Mo Qingkuang barely dodged cut into the wall of the house not far away, leaving a sword mark several inches deep.

"Huh?" The black-robed man was surprised to see that Mo Qingkuang had dodged this inevitable attack.

As far as he knew, Mo Qingkuang was only a second-grade martial artist, and he was a second-grade master. There was a whole realm difference between the two. It should be easy to kill with one sword.

Even if Mo Qingkuang was extremely fast as rumored, it was not a problem.

Unfortunately, he still underestimated Mo Qingkuang. Mo Qingkuang's speed was quite superior even in the master realm.

In addition, he was good at speed and had a superior control over air flow. He could sense the imperceptible sword energy and dodge it.

"I underestimated you!" The black-robed man seemed to speak in a serious tone. He slowly stood up and made a starting posture with both hands holding the sword.

To be honest, this posture is a bit weird. The black-robed man usually uses this posture when holding a saber or a giant sword.

But he is holding a long sword, which makes people feel quite strange.

However, Han Yan'er is knowledgeable and recognized the identity of the black-robed man: "Zhanma Style, are you Han Meng, the Zhanma Sword?"

"Oh, you are worthy of being the Ninth Princess. You actually recognized my identity. I didn't want to implicate you and bear the crime of killing a princess." Han Meng smiled coldly.

"But who told you not to control your mouth? If you reveal my identity, none of you three will survive today!"

Zhanma Sword is Han Meng's name. Han Meng was originally a swordsman and used heavy weapons such as the Zhanma Sword. His attacks were open and closed, and his power was unmatched.

Generally, opponents who were defeated by him were smashed into meat paste by his Zhanma Sword weighing hundreds of pounds.

Therefore, he is often compared to a bloody butcher.

But Han Meng himself did not dislike this title, thinking it was due to the weapon, so he changed to a long sword, but still used the saber's moves.

He was also somewhat talented. Although the ferocity of the saber was weakened when applied to the long sword, the cruelty was enhanced. He found a new way by himself.

Under the long sword, all were cut in half!

He earned the nickname of the famous saber, and made a living by taking over the killing business.