Outside the City Lord's Mansion, the sound of killing became deeper and lower, and in the face of Dean's sudden split in two, as well as the palace soldiers equipped with strong bows and crossbows, the killers of the Providence Tower fought and retreated.

In the City Lord's Mansion, everyone held their breath and looked at Dean who was calm.

Dressed in white, with a sword in one hand and an umbrella in the other, Dean slowly walked into the shed where everyone gathered.

Although this is a makeshift shed, the people who built it have obviously put their hearts into it, not only can it keep out the wind and rain, but it is also more than enough to have a dozen chairs in it.

"Moon in the water?!"

A voice of surprise rang out.

A handsome young man with a straight brow in his hair and bright eyes stood up from his seat and stared at Dean intensely.

And the people around him are thoughtful.

For the Water Moon Sword Technique, everyone present has heard of it.

In fact, the 'Water Moon', the most profound style of the Water Moon Sword Technique, was very famous in Xia Yuan City back then, but with the accidental disappearance of Shui Yue's master, it was gradually forgotten by people.

Even, as time passed, some people only thought that this was just a trick by the Water Moon Sword Pavilion and putting gold on their faces.

What 'moon in the water' simply does not exist.

"Sure enough, it's that illusion swordsmanship, it's just a little trick!"

A voice rang out again, containing disdain.

It is the same person who sneered at the previous time, sitting in the center of the greenhouse, with sharp beak monkey cheeks and towering cheekbones, and at first glance he is a sharp-tongued and mean person.

And the wrinkles on the face show that the other party is not young.

"Illusion swordsmanship?"

The handsome young man turned his head to look at the half-old man with the sharp beak and monkey cheeks, and there was a deep sense of contempt in his eyes.

"Split Eagle. What do you think differently? ”

The half-old man with the cheeks of the sharp-beaked monkey faced the contempt of the young man. Immediately shouted angrily.

"Absolutely! But. Before that, I finally understand why you haven't been able to 'transcend the saint' from the prime of life to the time when the end of your life is approaching! Because...... If you let a guy like you step into the 'saint' level, it is simply a mockery of all the 'saint' levels in the world! ”

The young man paused deliberately, and then said directly.

"You!"

The half-old man with the cheeks of the monkey got up from his chair in a hurry, raised his arm, and pointed at the young man with a trembling index finger.

"Huh. Fei Lao, don't be angry, some young people were scared before they even came out of their swords in the previous competition, and now they are just licking the ditch for others! ”

A middle-aged man dressed in Confucian clothes, who seemed to have an elegant temperament, but his mouth was filthy, stood up and patted the arm of the half-old man with the cheeks of a sharp-beaked monkey.

"That's right, it's licking the ditch! Hahaha......"

A burst of laughter came from the mouth of a man with a short stature.

"It's good to lick the ditch! It's wonderful! ”

The triangular eyes on the side with an ordinary figure but a fierce face echoed again and again.

Boom!

The sword slowly unsheathed, like a dragon's groan. The cold light flashed, pointing directly at the people present who were sarcastic.

"A group of Tian is shameless. The guy who is old and immortal is a thief, and he only has his mouth left, and he doesn't know how much work he has under his hands? ”

The young man pointed at the four of them and asked coldly.

"You come up and try it, don't you know?"

A middle-aged man in a Confucian costume sneered.

"yes, just try it!"

The triangular eyes with a ferocious face shook his lower body as he spoke, making a very slanderous gesture that all men know.

Suddenly, the remaining three people around laughed maliciously.

And the remaining few onlookers are hanging high and unconcerned.

Only the drunken swordsman staggered to his feet, and stood beside the young man with a jar of wine.

"Drunken Swordsman, when did you and Split Eagle get along so well? Are these beams going to be knotted together? ”

Looking at the swaying drunk, the middle-aged man in Confucian clothes frowned unconsciously.

Compared with the young man in front of him, the so-called Split Eagle among the three young masters of Xia Yuan City, this drunk man is the last thing he wants to provoke, and he is more afraid than chasing souls and taking his life.

"Liangzi? Where is there any beam? It's just a bunch of guys who are old and don't die for thieves! Split Eagle Split Eagle, I beat mine, although they are all a bunch of bastards, but the essence is still different - because, if I fight harder, you will hurt more! ”

The drunk man took a sip of wine and looked at the four people in front of him suspiciously, looking puzzled.

However, those words can kill people's hearts.

At least, the half-old man with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks was already trembling all over.

"Drunken swordsman, split eagle, good, good, let the old man teach you a lesson, let you know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is!"

The half-old man with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks burst out in anger and pounced on the drunk and the young man with a fit fit.

"One of you wants to teach us both? Do you think too highly of yourself? ”

The drunken man didn't look at the pounced enemy, and staggered towards the remaining three people opposite.

"You're going to die!"

The half-old man with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks turned his hands into claws, grabbed the drunkard's facial features with a strong wind, and with a pop, on the fingertips, a half-foot-long nail suddenly popped out, with a trace of cold light, scratching it would be a skin and flesh, not to mention a place like the face, but if it was touched a little, it would probably be disfigured.

However, as if he were an unknown prophet, the drunkard swayed his body diagonally and appeared behind the half-old man with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, and hit the other man on the back with his shoulder.

Bang!

Suddenly, the half-old man with the sharp-beaked monkey's cheeks staggered towards the cracked eagle that was ready to attack.

However, Split Eagle frowned when he looked at the opponent who pounced like this.

Subconsciously, he moved his steps and let go of the other party.

For such an unprepared opponent, Rift Eagle disdains to make a move.

But this is only Split Eagle's personal thoughts, not the half-old man with the sharp-beaked monkey gills.

Although his steps staggered, the half-old man with the sharp-beaked monkey's cheeks still did not forget the time when he passed by the cracked eagle. Hand out your paws.

Sou!

With a strong wind. The claws that can crush masonry. He grabbed at the back of the Cracked Eagle and the kidneys.

Feeling the strong wind, the Split Eagle just narrowed his eyes and flashed with murderous intent.

He doesn't bother to play against unprepared opponents, but that doesn't mean he will let go of those who take the initiative to kill him

Airplanes!

The long sword in Split Eagle's hand trembled, and the next moment, in this greenhouse, a sword qi was raised.

Burst!

The half-old man with the sharp-beaked monkey's cheeks separated his head, and his body was uncontrollable and rushed forward after two steps. Fall to the ground.

And the battle with the drunkard has come to an end.

A middle-aged man in a Confucian costume was knocked to the ground by a punch from a drunken man.

The man with five short statures was kicked in the waist by a drunk man and smashed down on the middle-aged man in Confucian clothes.

As for the triangular eyes with a ferocious face, they are the worst ones.

After seeing the two companions fall to the ground, this one didn't think about it, turned around and was about to run.

was slapped back by a drunken man, and then, with another slap in the hand, the other party was dizzy, and finally a loud brain bang at the door of the head. The other party stumbled and fell on top of his two companions as if he were drunk.

"Haha. Since we are here together, of course we have to go together, this is a difficult brother! ”

With a long laugh, the drunk man kicked the middle-aged Confucian at the bottom.

Suddenly, three men who seemed to be stacked arhats flew straight out of the shed that had been erected, and with an arc, they fell towards the outside of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Solved!"

The drunk clapped his hands, and then, looking at Dean, who was standing on the side and hadn't moved a step from beginning to end, said with a smile, "Drinking?" ”

"Don't drink it!"

Dean shook his head dryly.

"The strength is good, the people are not bad, but they are not neat enough!"

The drunken man shook his head as well, and walked towards the Cracked Eagle with the jar of wine.

"I don't drink either!"

took out a piece of white silk, wiped the crack eagle with the long sword, and said also very simply.

"The same is not neat enough!"

The drunk pursed his lips and shook his head again.

Then, he returned to his seat and drank to himself.

Immediately, under this shed, there was no sound except the drunkard's drinking.

Even the Split Eagle, who had been the first to ask, closed his eyes and meditated quietly after putting his sword away.

The rest of the people, as before, did not move.

As for the corpses?

The soldiers in the city lord's mansion quickly carried it away, and sprinkled it with medicinal powder, quickly dispelling the smell of blood.

That kind of skillful movement, obviously, is not the first time to do it.

And the indifference of the people around him shows that they are accustomed to it.

None of this caught Dean's attention, though.

Dean has seen too many cases of this kind of sword drawing and killing people without saying a word.

Whether it's in Emerald, Gosai, Siti, or White Nights.

A powerful person will always have a privilege.

Including the life and death of others!

Weakness is original sin, and in Dean's world, this is definitely no joke.

It's like someone who hides in the shadows and exudes something different.

The other party was silently observing this place, watching what happened here.

Dean didn't directly search for the other party's save, but the other party's aura was too obvious.

He has also experienced the state of having just chosen his own 'path' but not being able to hide it.

Therefore, it is clear what the state of the strong at this stage is.

"Do you need time to consolidate, do you need more people to help you stall?"

Dean wondered.

Based on the so-called 'extraterrestrial meteor', such speculation is not difficult.

And soon, what happened next confirmed Dean's guess.

Squeak!

With the sound of the doorway, the door of the inner hall of the City Lord's Mansion in the distance was pushed open.

A man with a slightly gray beard but elegant appearance walked out, smiled before speaking, and gestured to everyone under the shed: "Jin Luo, the scribe of the Lower City Lord's Mansion, has full authority to receive you on behalf of the City Lord!" ”

As he spoke, Jin Luo made a gesture of please on his side.

However, none of the people present took immediate action.

"Hey, where is our lord? Why not there? ”

The drunk asked the question on everyone's mind.

PS first update ~ (to be continued......)