Peerless Tang Sect's Shepherd Star Silver Dragon

Chapter 213 Making a fuss in the City Lord’s Mansion

Si Muqing moved forward without dodging.

Prisoners in various cells saw Si Muqing walking struttingly in the passage, and they all shouted: "Help, let me out together!"

"I beg you!"

The noisy sound made Si Muqing frown, and his sword swept across. All the prisoners fell to the ground, as if their throats were being strangled.

Si Muqing had no sympathy for these prisoners. Maybe there were indeed people who had been wronged among them, but he was not the judge of the trial, nor was he Xu Changqing. If he released them all, they would not be punished for breaking the law. Wouldn't the majesty of the law be lost? live.

"Asshole! Do you want to escape from prison?" The jailer on duty was alerted by the sound and waved the water and fire stick in his hand.

Si Muqing took a step back, avoiding the black stick shadow on one side of his body, and pressed his palm on the jailer's chest.

The jailer suddenly flew out and hit the wall. The severe pain caused his face to twist and look like a ghost.

Si Muqing didn't hit hard, and even injected the sword spirit into his body to help him temper his body, but it was very painful, very painful.

When the other jailers saw this, they looked stern but felt guilty: "You... don't come over!"

Si Muqing knocked away the jailer and walked out of the cell. His eyebrows furrowed into a frown.

Where is his sword? There was a bright sword light flowing in his eyes, as if the edge of a sharp sword flashed. Si Muqing wanted to have a good talk with the city lord.

The Shepherd Star Sword made a trembling sound, and was about to fly out. A delicate jade hand pressed on the hilt of the sword: "Quiet!" Gu Yuena spit out two words from her lips, her eyes were bleary, and she conveniently placed an isolation sensor. The skill is on Mu Xingjian, and Mu Xingjian calms down.

Si Muqing's whole body seemed to have become a real sword, with his parallel fingers turning into swords, and the sharp sword energy soaring into the sky.

The guards who rushed forward had their bones shattered by Si Muqing and lost their fighting power.

"Boy, why can't we discuss it carefully? Why are you so reckless?" Finally, the white-haired old man stood in front of Si Muqing and persuaded him earnestly: "You are just making an enemy of the Tianhun Empire. No matter how strong you are alone, How can it be compared to a country?"

"You are greedy for my sword and you still expect a good negotiation." Si Muqing said disdainfully, "Give me the Shepherd Star Sword back and I will leave immediately."

"I told you that your sword is not here, it is lost! We are also following it." The old soul master said seriously, "Will the dignified city lord still covet a sword from you?"

"Mr. Ye, what are you saying to him! Break into my house and kill him, otherwise the majesty of my family will be lost!" shouted a fat man in gorgeous clothes and a solid gold longevity lock.

Elder Ye sighed, and the eight soul rings on his body lit up.

Si Muqing's soul power fluctuated upwards, and the violent soul power erupted like a mountain torrent. Starlight flooded his figure, shrouding him in a dazzling light.

The old soul master's old eyes widened and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak: "This... this."

A trace of fascination for power flashed in Si Muqing's eyes. He stretched out his hand and held it empty. An almost substantial light flowed into his hand, and the sword energy intertwined into a sword shape.

Ye Lao's expression changed and he shouted: "Young master, leave quickly!" Although he was only at the Soul Saint level, he was not sure he could control the battlefield now.

Si Muqing waved his sword energy, and the glory bloomed, and the bright sword light took away the beauty of the world.

Ye Lao's arms became thicker, and there was a faint metallic luster flowing on his skin. He closed his hands and clamped the sword light.

Si Muqing sighed in his heart, losing his natal sword, his combat effectiveness dropped by at least one-half.

The center of the eyebrows glowed, and a crescent moon and a bright sun emerged. Gengchen with silver hair and purple eyes, and Yinglong with golden hair and gold eyes walked out of Si Muqing's body.

Mr. Ye's eyes were startled, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. It was just a fluctuation of soul power at the Soul Sect level. If three more such Soul Sages came, he would not be able to stop it.

Gengchen hooked his fingertips, and the invisible force field of the earth was reversed, from top to bottom, and the direction of gravity was reversed.

Mr. Ye was like a line of egrets ascending to the blue sky. His wrinkled face was full of horror and confusion. He used his soul power to stabilize his body, and as a result, he flew faster and faster.

"Well!" Si Muqing looked up at the old soul master who had turned into a black spot, and his smile was a little regretful for some reason: "Silver Dragon's ability is really impressive!"

Gengchen's fingers fluttered like butterflies dancing. one hand is

The dense rainbow light spreads, and the power of the elements is like drawn silk threads that Gengchen weaves into beautiful embroidery pieces, and the lines twist into mysterious and magnificent patterns.

The rainbow light was half on the ground, covering the city lord's palace. Countless formations were interlocking, drawing out the essence of the earth to be self-sufficient.

Yinglong turned into a stream of light, and the power of the blazing sun, with the temperature that melted everything, was thrown in front of Si Muqing.

"Bastard!" A soul saint rushed towards Yinglong and stabbed out with a coiling dragon spear. At this time, Yinglong was holding the little fat man in his hand.

Si Muqing stretched out one hand, and the sword energy penetrated his five fingers. The sword light glowed. He closed his five fingers and grabbed the tip of the spear.

"Lord City Lord, you haven't seen him for seven days?" Si Muqing said calmly.

"It's you." Seven days later, the city lord suddenly remembered who the other party was. He looked up and down, full of disbelief. He was obviously just a soul king, how could he have become a soul saint now? No matter what chance it was, he could not be like this. Bar!
  "Are you here to take revenge on me?" The city lord's face suddenly darkened, thinking of those examples of those who spent thirty years in the east of Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, and finally took revenge on society.

"I just want to ask the City Lord where is the sword I left here with you? This is very important to me. Please hand it over to the City Lord." Si Muqing exerted force with his five fingers, and the Panlong Spear faintly curved in a slight arc.

"Lost!" The city lord said helplessly.

Si Muqing was about to say something when he suddenly turned his head and looked towards the sky.

The sword energy reached the sky, and the Shepherd's Star Sword whizzed past, falling from the sky. The sword energy that cut off the obstruction shot out from the scabbard, easily piercing through the layers of defensive barriers. Geng Chen's eyes focused on thinking that he should strengthen the barriers. .

Si Muqing coughed awkwardly and reached out to pat the city lord on the shoulder: "What, I haven't been here before, no, I'm really sorry this time."

The Shepherd's Star Sword fell into his palm with the scabbard, and a hidden word came along with it, 'Come back quickly! ’ Si Muqing also released the tip of the gun in his hand: “How much does it cost? How many days will it take to be detained? How about… or… turn around… how many more days will I be detained?”

"No need." The city lord suppressed the anger of the explosion and finally said, "You have never been here, and everything here has nothing to do with you."

After being imprisoned for a few days, I'm afraid the city will be overthrown later. The city lord thought.

Seeing the suppressed anger on the city lord's eyebrows, Si Muqing made a wise choice to leave. If he stayed here any longer, it would not be good to irritate the other party.

After taking Ying Long and Geng Chen back into his body, Si Muqing teleported away.

"Dad, why don't you punish him?" The little fat man with a bruised nose and face looked up and asked his father.

The city lord put away his martial spirit and gently rubbed his child's bruises: "Penalty, what punishment? Do you think he will surrender and be willing to wait for death? If there is another riot, I don't know how many people will die. At least now He still kept his hand, and there were no casualties in the city lord's mansion. In that case, why would a father make the matter a big deal!"

(End of this chapter)