Martial Myth System

It’s night, Sword Suspension Department.

The stars are splendid and sprinkled with the earth.

In the Sword Suspension Department, Mo Zhonggan, wearing golden red noble clothes, is sweeping the floor with a wooden broom in his hand...

The muzzle is still in his mouth:

"damned bastard, even dare to let me do such a dirty job at night, and when I gain power in the future, I will kill you all!"

Mo Zhonggan's sweeping movement grew louder and louder.

"Not only will you kill all of you, but I will kill all the surnamed Zhang and surnamed Han, and there will be none left!"

Maybe it’s too loud, Uncle Zhang’s voice came from the wood house:

"What is smelly brat still arguing? I tell you, if you can’t clean it tonight, old fogey will stay with you to stay up, tomorrow you I don’t even have to eat breakfast~"

"Oh, I got it~"

Mo finally replied, and he couldn't hear anger or other emotions...he himself This is called being able to bend and stretch.

I will pretend to be submissive now, and after I return to Yuchenjing, I will let them know how good they are.

Thinking about this, Mo Jungan feels that he sweeps the floor more vigorously~

"Cut~Isn’t it just not eating? What I eat here is the Linglong I raise. , Who is rare."

His Royal Highness is still whispering, but he is serious about it.

Suddenly, an inexplicable breath spread from outside the wall and enveloped the entire yard.

Mo Zhonggan's skill was completely sealed by Han Feng, but he couldn't feel this strange atmosphere.

However, the quiet environment that suddenly appeared in the yard still made him a little puzzled.

Stopping the broom in his hand, Mo finally looked around, hoping to find the source of this awkward feeling.

The door of the wood house opened before he found out.

Uncle Zhang, dressed in gray robe, walked out carrying his iron wood broom, and said coldly to Mo Zhonggan:

"Xiao Mo, after me. "

Mo Zhonggan is a stubborn guy, but he is not a person who can't distinguish the situation. He can see that the atmosphere is wrong and he rushes behind Uncle Zhang.

Poke out half of his head to observe the yard, cautiously asked: "Smelly old man, what's the matter?"

Uncle Zhang did not answer, but watched with caution. Outside the courtyard wall, he shouted angrily:

"Who, actually sneaked into the Sword Suspension Department site, don’t you know this is the Imperial Court site?"

The neighborhood is extremely quiet, there is no Insect Cry, there is not even the sound of wind blowing leaves.

"As expected of the Sword Suspension Department, a trifling servant can have this kind of martial arts, but you can't keep the prince."

"His Royal Highness?"

Hearing this, Uncle Zhang raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at Mo Zhonggan...This kid has been calling himself the prince, and thought he was clamoring. Was it a real thing?

Fixed by the shocked gaze of Uncle Zhang, Mo Jungan unconsciously stood up, but he felt the murderous aura in front of the wind unconsciously retract his head behind Uncle Zhang.

His Royal Highness comforted himself in his heart... Don’t end up doing it, you are not spineless, you are just sealed off, you are not afraid at all, you can~

Just In the process of Mo Zhonggan's self-hypnosis, three black clothed persons had already rushed in over the wall, covered in black gauze, holding a slender blade, and killing him directly behind Uncle Zhang.

The night is cold and the wind is cold, and the blade is deadly.

"Run away and find the boss!"

Uncle Zhang pushed against Mo Zhonggan’s shoulder, carrying the iron wood broom and rushing towards the three killers.

The experienced Sword Suspension Department veteran still has some pride in his youth, waving his broomstick to circle the three killers into the battle group.

But after all, Uncle Zhang is not a deeply hidden sweeping monk. With the tacit cooperation of the three, fatal scars continue to be added to his body.

When Mo finally saw this, the real fear of death appeared in his heart for the first time...It turned out that for himself, facing life and death is really no different from ordinary people...

In an instant he came back to his senses, and Mo finally pulled his legs out and fled outside the gate of the yard.

However, as soon as I ran to the door, I saw a mysterious assassin with a black veil mask already waiting here.

Looking at Mo Zhonggan stunned in front of him, mysterious assassin slowly pulled out the slender blade in his hand, glancing at the cold light, and struck Mo Zhonggan's neck.

Mo finally tried hard to escape, but under the lock of murderous aura, both legs could not be lifted up like they were filled with lead...

Only in a moment, cold The blade is about to come.

In this second, countless images flashed through Mo Jungan's mind.

Yuchenjing, imperial city, Linglong, mother queen...

"Hurry up!"

Uncle Zhang’s screams are in Mo Jungan’s ears When it sounded, Mo Zhonggan only felt a strong push on him, pushing himself away.

Mo Zhonggan, who fell to the ground at a loss, suffered a sharp pain behind him, fell to the ground, and the scene in front of him was the scene of the mysterious assassin cutting the blade on Zhang Bo’s shoulder...

" Smelly old man!!"

For the first time, Mo Zhuanqian felt that his heart was overwhelmed, loudly shouted.

Uncle Zhang with a blood-red shoulder turned his head to look towards Mo Zhonggan, and snarled hoarsely:

"Quick... escape..."

With a bang, the black clothed person lifted the blade in his hand, kicked Zhang away with one foot, and then quickly walked towards Mo Zonggan, raising the blade in his hand:

"Too much time has been delayed , Please go to death soon."

Mo Zhonggan looked at the blood-stained blade in front of him, his heart was filled with fear, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn’t say anything. , Can only stare at this black clothed person with hatred eyes.

The night light blows, and the knife falls.

After that, the majestic vigor of eight colors swept across the four directions!

Han Feng, dressed in white cloth, appeared in front of Mo Zhonggan with a negative hand.

Zhou Liu Bajin's spontaneous operation completely suppressed the black clothed person's air machine.

The black clothed person retired immediately and stood side by side with the other three murderers.

"Who sent you from?"

Han Feng indifferently asked.

"We are sent by... King Yama!!!"

The mysterious killer groaned, intending to fight to the death, and the four rushed out side by side, all of whom were behind Han Feng Mo end up.

Han Feng didn't give them any chance, and slowly raised his palm.

Azure Dragon roars!

The golden dragon shadow rushed into the courtyard, and the four of them flew in and out of the courtyard with great vigor, smashing the high and low courtyard walls.

"Yama who worships the cult has been suppressed by me and martial arts at the bottom of Tangshan Mountain. Which green onion are you guys?"

Han Feng stood with his hands indifferently said.

The starlight photographs, a piece of depression.

The four killers were overwhelmed by broken bricks and vomited blood.

"pu... hurry up!"

Turning around and fleeing, the four seriously injured turned and disappeared into the night.

Han Feng didn't go after him, and let them go.

"Che, it's a brisk run~"

Turning around, Mo Zhonggan has rushed to the bloody Uncle Zhang and got down.

"old man! Are you okay?"

Uncle Zhang's shoulders are covered with blood, fortunately, his breath is stable and there is no worry about his life.

Mo Zhonggan, who was full of hatred and anger, turned to look at Han Feng:

"Han Feng, it's because of your highness that you are in danger. I want to explain. Imperial Father, execute the whole family unto the third generation!"

This kid, the whole day of labor reform has no effect...

Han Feng shrugged:

"Whatever you do, I will be the only one for several generations of my family. Executing the whole family unto the third generation is the same as killing me~"

"You!"

Mo finally got out of breath for a while.

At this time, people from the Sword Suspension Department rushed over, Xu Can and Liu Minghua also came over.

The guards of Han Feng's Sword Suspension Department said:

"Take Uncle Zhang to the treatment, use the best medicine. I will watch him walk around tomorrow. "

"By the way, give Third Prince a safer firewood room for protection, don't delay his labor reform tomorrow~"

Mo Zhangan: "???? "

I'm like this, do you want me to work?

The guards were very cooperative in taking away Mo Zhonggan.

Only Han Feng, Xu Can and Liu Minghua were present.

Then...

Han Feng took out a shredded strip, threw it to the ground with a chirp, stepped on it and picked it up again, and said to Xu Can and Liu Minghua:

"Okay, the case has been solved. Look, this is the Feng Family emblem. They must have done this. I will arrest them tomorrow."

Xu Can He is a straightforward person, still a bit unacceptable to this kind of operation, scratching his head and asking: "Is it really okay for us to do this?"

Han Feng patted him Shoulder:

"Don’t worry, I have experience in planting the blame, and I’m right."