Chapter 12: Swords and weapons

Author: Qingzhou plays wine

Chapter 12: Swords and weapons

The four men galloped on horseback, with a huge momentum. When they reached the city gate, they were intercepted by more than a dozen city guards.

One person reminded: "Everyone, the city gate is closed, please come again tomorrow!"

He Chenglong scolded lightly: "There are urgent tasks on duty in Dali Temple. If it is delayed, you cannot bear the responsibility!"

"If the superior order is not allowed to leave the city without a token, no one is allowed to leave the city. Violators can be executed first and then reported."

More than a dozen people all pulled out their swords from their waists and surrounded the four of them.

Huang Mengjue asked in a low voice: "How did Shi Mingyue and the others leave the city?"

"It's dark, people use light skills to escape directly. With their skills, they naturally cannot detect it." Jiang Wangsheng said casually.

Huang Mengjuejiao shouted: "Then do you still ask someone to prepare a horse?"

"When you are rushing at night, just using light skills, you will be exhausted in no time. Racing a horse is the best choice." Jiang Wangsheng is reasonable and well-founded.

He Chenglong asked: "Team leader, do we want to go to Dali Temple to get a wanted order?"

"No need." Jiang Wangsheng replied.

Jiang Wangsheng took a few steps forward, took out a token, and spoke leisurely: "The Ministry of War is tightly ordered. We are going to the Southern Tang Dynasty to pass on the orders. Those who delay will be killed!"

"Young Master, please let us check it out."

Jiang Wangsheng threw the token out, and soon the man presented the token and asked someone to open the city gate quickly.

After leaving the city, Huang Mengjue sighed: "The token of the Ministry of War is very useful. Every time we chase the murderer at night, we have to go to Dali Temple to ask for a temporary token."

"If you want it, give it to you." Jiang Wangsheng threw the token to her.

"Oh!" Shi Chenyang wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

"So generous?" Huang Meng was surprised.

"Anyway, I carved wood when I was bored. I just need to make one another one another." Jiang Wangsheng spoke as if nothing had happened.

"You use a fake token, do you know what the consequences are?"

Jiang Wangsheng replied: "Anyway, I am the son of the Minister of War, so it's okay if I'm arrested. But you can kill me on the spot!"

"So cheap!"

Huang Mengjue thought about it before and after thinking about it, he would put away the token, what if he could use it one day?

He Chenglong asked: "How do you know that Shi Mingyue will leave?"

"She has the tracking spices I put on, and my people keep staring at it." Jiang Wangsheng said.

He Chenglong heard this and said in surprise: "You, why didn't you let it go when you were intimate with her?"

"Of course." Jiang Wangsheng blinked.

"Brother Jiang, I admire you even more." He Chenglong's eyes flashed and he hugged Jiang Wangsheng.

"Average, average." Jiang Wangsheng was quite content.

"What do you admire?" Huang Mengjue knocked He Chenglong's head with his sword sheath and blamed him: "Don't think of those messy things in your mind."

"Team leader Huang's words are bad, not everyone is like you." Jiang Wangsheng said.

"What am I like?" Huang Mengjue's eyes were fierce.

Jiang Wangsheng wanted to speak but stopped, and finally returned to laugh a few times, speeding up. Huang Mengjue was unwilling to fall behind and chased after him.

About half an hour later, everyone immediately.

A man in darkness stood in the middle of the official road, standing with his hands behind his back, waiting for them.

The man in black slowly pulled out the straight knife from his waist.

Shi Chenyang frowned and looked at Jiang Wangsheng, "The person who came was not good. Maybe it was the ninth grade. Young Master, are you sure?"

Jiang Wangsheng looked around, couldn't help laughing, and pointed to the side of the road, "Look, it's all his water and food. He originally wanted to intercept the people from Dali Temple, but it made people wait for so many days."

Huang Mengjue's face turned red, he looked at He Chenglong and asked in a low voice: "Didn't our people even chase here?"

"They may not be able to beat them, or they may be chasing the wrong direction."

Huang Mengjue cursed: "The people in the Sixth Division are really a bunch of waste!"

The sound of the wind sounded, tearing the sky and coming straight towards the people.

Jiang Wangsheng and Yuxiao threw out, swirled in the air, and shot down all the hidden weapons that hit the four people.

"You go and chase Shi Mingyue, and he will leave it to me." Jiang Wangsheng thought casually.

Huang Mengjue and others looked at each other and saw the worries in each other's eyes.

The man in black had just made a move when Jiang Wangsheng flashed and came to him, kicked him away from the official road with a whip, and fell directly to ten feet away.

"Go away!" Jiang Wangsheng reminded.

"Young Master, I'll help you." Shi Chenyang drew his sword and was about to turn over and dismount.

Jiang Wangsheng replied, "No, you are all far behind him."

"Besides, Shi Mingyue and the others have good martial arts skills. Without you, they can't catch them at all."

Shi Chenyang was silent for a long time, "Young Master, be careful."

Jiang Wangsheng watched them leave and smiled faintly, "Be careful, be careful."

The man in black has been accumulating momentum for a long time. He rushed over with a single step and swung his sword. The strongest attack was the momentum of thunder, like a strong wind whistling.

A hard knife moves forward.

The surging knife intent exploded like boiling water.

In the darkness, the sword sparkled like a meteor in the night sky.

Although the shooting stars are bright, they wither in the blink of an eye.

All attacks were three feet before Jiang Wangsheng's body surface.

The air wall runs across, and the river looks like a sheng that is like an ancient well without waves.

Jiang Wangsheng shouted softly, venting his true energy, and expelling the power of the tiger elephant, knocking the man in black away.

The man in black just stood up, and Jiang Wangsheng came behind and punched him, but he directly held it.

"Eh?" Jiang Wangsheng couldn't help but be surprised.

"Hmph, I am a ninth-grade master of Beili, the commander of the Hu Ben Army, and the disciple of the Sword God, you are too young."

Before he finished speaking, with a "bang", Jiang Wangsheng raised his left hand and slashed his shoulder with a knife, "I'm giving you a face?"

The smoke was rolling, and he knocked a big hole out of the ground.

"It's just a grave." Jiang Wangsheng shook his arm, "If I hadn't wanted to be a ninth grade in front of them, would you have had so many tricks?"

Jiang Wangsheng muttered: "I seemed to hear it just now. He said that he was a disciple of the sword god. It would be a bit unprofitable to send out such a ninth grade for the sake of Shi Mingyue."

When Jiang Wangsheng rode his horse to catch up, the three of them had already surrounded Shi Mingyue and his servant.

Shi Mingyue smiled when she saw the young man coming, "Young Master, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Yes, you are much more haggard." Jiang Wangsheng whispered softly.

He Chenglong said softly: "Brother Jiang, you have a good vision."

"Of course." Jiang Wangsheng said proudly.

Shi Mingyue sneered, "Young Master Jiang, are you so confident to hold us?"

"In this case, can you still use a flying needle?"

Before he finished speaking, Yu Qing yelled softly, swung her short sword and attacked He Chenglong.

Shi Mingyue blinked her fingers and several flying needles shot towards Shi Chenyang and Huang Mengjue.

Huang Mengjue murmured: "It's really troublesome."

The Minsheng sword was unsheathed, and a beautiful sword flower danced, blocking all the flying needles.

Yu Qing knocked He Chenglong to the ground after a few taels of time. Just as he was about to take him hostage, Shi Chenyang's knife had arrived. After about a dozen moves, Yu Qing was forced to retreat.

"Two seventh grades and one fifth grade." Shi Mingyue smiled helplessly and threw a charming look at Jiang Wangsheng, "Young Master, with your strength, do you still have such helpers to capture the two of us?"

Huang Mengjue took the lead and said: "We are from Dali Temple, responsible for the murder of Wen Chengfeng."

"Yes, I did kill Wen Chengfeng." Although Shi Mingyue was answering, her eyes kept falling on Jiang Wangsheng.

"Then let's go with us." Huang Mengjue had never felt this kind of neglected feeling. A nameless fire burned in his heart, holding the sword of Mercy tightly.

Shi Mingyue did not react and stared at Jiang Wangsheng.

He Chenglong whispered: "She seems to have a deep love for you."
To be continued...