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Chapter 235: Declaration of War on Sword Master

boom.

After a loud bang, Ji Jianming crashed into the nearby courtyard, followed by the sound of horses trampling on the street. Yangshe Yucheng mounted a tall horse, rushed past the detective officers outside the courtyard, and galloped towards the west.

"Grandson! Go to the second alley in the northwest! There are few people there. We are riding horses and cannot go to crowded places..."

Before Mr. Du Sanye finished his words, he saw Yangshe Yucheng crossing the second alley, his horse's hooves thundering, and galloping towards Bailu Street.

"I have been in Shu and am not familiar with the topography of the capital... Never mind. If I go to a crowded place, the imperial court will be cautious." Yangshe Yucheng said indifferently with a blank expression, unusually calm.

The head of the Detective Department behind him shouted "Where are you escaping to?", jumped up from the ground, and in the air he showed off the powerful crossbow he carried with him, and shot out crossbow arrows with a whoosh.

Master Du San was sitting behind Yangshe Yucheng. Seeing this, he became brave and used his body to block the incoming crossbow arrow without hesitation.

He was not very skilled in martial arts, but he was willing to spend money on himself. The cost of this set of soft armor alone was nearly ten thousand taels. Ordinary warriors could not hurt him at all. The only weak point was at the throat where the helmet and the soft armor met.

The crossbow arrows hit the armor, making clanking sounds and sending sparks flying. Some of the crossbow arrows aimed at the horses were blocked by the sheep-tongue feather-carrying knife.

The detective chiefs had gloomy faces and used their lightness skills to chase after him. One of the chiefs, who had studied lightness skills very well, was quite fast. He stomped on the wall so hard that it shattered instantly. He then created a flash of knife light and shot it towards Yangshe Yucheng.

When warriors fight, the force involved is too great for horses to bear. Therefore, seeing this, Yangshe Yucheng jumped off the horse without hesitation, drew his sword from its sheath in the air, gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, pressed down hard, and smashed the constable back head-on.

The head constable smashed a wall and spit out blood on the spot, saying in surprise, "What a great martial arts this guy has!"

Yangshe Yucheng sat back on the horse leisurely, squeezed his legs together, and in a blink of an eye he was out of the street and rushed into the square full of lights and bright and prosperous.

Seeing this, the guards wanted to chase after him with stern faces, but they were wearing black armor and could not run fast at all. They could only watch Yangshe Yucheng's figure becoming smaller and smaller.

Ji Jianming climbed up from the rubble, shook off the gravel and dust on his body, and spat out a mouthful of blood foam, "Fuck it, is this guy really the leader? Which leader is so powerful... Oh, the Marquis' wife should be so powerful too..."

Ji Jianming complained in a low voice, then soared into the sky, stood on the eaves of a building, and looked in the direction of Yangshe Yucheng. This place was not far from Bailu Street. In just a few breaths, Yangshe Yucheng had already ridden his horse into Bailu Square at full speed.

At this time of night, the streets are full of lanterns and the square is full of pedestrians, including many foreign visitors.

His face immediately darkened, thinking to himself that this was bad. On a day like this, any activity that disrupts the public order in the capital can be uniformly classified as "slandering the image of Dali."

If Yangshe Yucheng killed a few people while riding his horse, the emperor would certainly be furious.

He was keeping watch here, but the person escaped from his hands. If the emperor really holds him accountable afterwards, no one except Marquis Weiming can protect him.

But Yangshe Yucheng's strength was beyond everyone's expectations... Didn't he say that he was killed on the road and fled to the capital in a hurry, and was exhausted? How could he still be so powerful?

Ji Jianming flew after him with a grim face, but he was several breaths behind and it was obviously not easy to catch up.

Next to Bailu Square is the Gurong River. The river is nearly two meters wide, with lanterns lit on both sides. Countless pleasure boats are floating downstream, with literati, single men and women sitting in the boats, chatting and laughing.

Tap tap tap————

The sound of horse hooves like thunder suddenly rang out in the square, followed by a heart-wrenching scream.

The tourists on the pleasure boat were all startled and quickly stood up, looking in the direction of the sound. Outside the square, Yangshe Yucheng was riding his horse at full speed with a gloomy face. There were already pedestrians in front of him. The closest to him was a woman who was holding an umbrella, holding a baby, and accompanying her husband shopping.

The horse's speed had reached this point, and pulling the reins hard would only cause the horse to fall headfirst. Yangshe Yucheng obviously had no intention of stopping the horse.

The woman's face turned pale instantly. She didn't know any martial arts and was holding a baby. Faced with this situation, she had no room for any other action except screaming and holding the baby tightly.

When the pedestrians in the square saw this scene, they were all stunned. They couldn't understand how a madman could rush over on horseback. For an ordinary person, if he was hit by such a tall horse, he would be crippled at least.

Yangshe Yucheng was also the champion. He had fought in the ring in the capital. Some people recognized him and exclaimed, "Yangshe Yucheng, the son of the champion! ?"

At this moment, a dull sound of horse hooves came from behind. Yangshe Yucheng felt something in his heart and suddenly looked back.

But looking at the street behind him, he saw constables from the Detective Department following closely on the eaves of houses everywhere. The imperial guards in black armor had been left far behind by him, but a white horse rushed towards him from the depths of the street. The man riding the horse was wearing a white robe, with a sword on his waist. He had a handsome face and an elegant temperament, but his hair was simply tied up with a black headband, which added a bit of the unrestrained style of a wanderer.

The young man in white robe was dozens of feet away from him. Even a thousand-mile horse could not reach him in an instant. He stretched out his hand to the side and just grasped the long spear in the hand of the black-armored guard. Then he supported the horse's neck with one hand, jumped easily, stepped his feet on the horse's back, and squatted on the white horse.

The next moment, the young man in white robe suddenly exerted force, and the tall body of the white horse sank two feet in an instant. However, this horse was not ordinary. It neighed, and raised itself up with all its strength. The whole horse was like a spring, smashing the young man in white robe forward like a cannonball!

The little mute girl in a straw raincoat behind the young man in white robe swayed a few times on the horse's back, screamed and almost fell off, then quickly threw herself forward, grabbed the reins with both hands, her hat slipped off her face, raised her eyes and looked up.

"drink!"

Zhao Wumian was seen flying forward, like a white shadow leaving mist in the rain. He clenched the halberd in both hands and threw it forward suddenly. His figure, which was originally flying forward at high speed, also stopped abruptly with this action.

Energy conservation law.

As a result, the rain curtain around the halberd exploded instantly, and there was even a hole in the rain curtain around Zhao Wumian's wrist. The halberd turned into a black light, and in the blink of an eye it stabbed downward diagonally and reached the back of Master Du Sanye.

Mr. Du's eyes were filled with horror. As soon as he saw Zhao Wumian, he was ready to roll to the side and kneel down in surrender.

It is true that he wanted to kill Zhao Wumian, but, but... on the contrary, as long as he surrendered honestly, Zhao Wumian might be magnanimous?

But just as he moved, Yangshe Yucheng pulled his hand, causing him to pause on the horse's back... Just with this pause, Master Du San had no way to dodge.

He could have rolled off his horse and tried to save himself.

Mr. Du looked at Yangshe Yucheng in disbelief.

Yangshe Yucheng turned around and sneered at him.

Mr. Du Sanye looked puzzled.

Why did you want to harm him? Do you want to use him as a human shield?
In a trance, he had a vague understanding.

Oh, the person in front of him doesn’t seem to be Yangshe Yucheng. He has been deceived from the very beginning.

The world is like a chess piece and the players are like pieces...

clang!
At this moment, the black light suddenly hit Du Sanye's back. Du Sanye vomited blood. Under the protection of the armor, he was not pierced through. However, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. The flesh and blood under the armor had already turned into mud. Under the influence of this force, the whole person was smashed forward.

However, the black light seemed to have no resistance at all and penetrated the horse's belly with undiminished force and sank into the floor tiles. The horse continued to move forward due to inertia, but the halberd was as steady as a rock and left a foot-long gap in the horse's belly and back.

At this moment, the horse stopped less than ten feet away from the woman, and the fake Yangshe Yucheng did not expect the speed of the halberd to be so fast. He seemed to be thrown off the horse's back, fell to the ground and rolled around, then slapped the ground and bounced up like flowing water, without even looking at Zhao Wumian, and ran towards the crowd.

Zhao Wumian's body paused in the air, and then fell down due to gravity. The little mute riding a white horse just came under him and caught Zhao Wumian.

This was a very tacit and cool scene, but unfortunately the little mute's martial arts skills were not very good. Seeing Zhao Wumian falling, she was ready to move her butt backwards to hide, but her arms were so long that if she didn't loosen the reins, Zhao Wumian would fall into her arms, and it would seem as if she was hugging Zhao Wumian.

How could this be possible? She and Zhao Wumian were innocent, and there couldn't be any ambiguity. She could see that her sister was interested in Zhao Wumian, and as a sister, she couldn't steal someone's love.

So she let go of the reins, but she lost her footing, lost her balance, and fell off the horse. She was so scared that her face turned pale.

Zhao Wumian was a little speechless. He didn't expect Luo Xiangzhu's martial arts to be so weak. So he reached down, hugged Luo Xiangzhu's waist and pulled her up again. Zhao Wumian was not a villain who took advantage of others' misfortune. He would not take this opportunity to grab the little mute's chest, but because of the posture, Zhao Wumian could only put her in front of him after he pulled her up.

So Zhao Wumian was holding the little mute, and the little mute's buttocks touched the sides of Zhao Wumian's thighs, which were soft, tender and elastic, and almost hit him. Fortunately, Zhao Wumian reacted quickly and moved back.

Luo Xiangzhu's heart was pounding, and she didn't know whether it was because she was frightened just now or because she was embarrassed at the moment.

I originally thought that I shouldn’t hug him, but ended up being the one who hugged me?

Luo Xiangzhu's face immediately turned bitter, but she was not an unreasonable woman. Changing her posture at this time was simply stupid. So she bit her lip and regarded herself as a female knight who was not particular about trivial matters... and didn't care about such things.

But her red ears still exposed her.

Zhao Wumian didn't think as much as Luo Xiangzhu. After picking her up, he mounted his horse and rushed forward, rushing out of the street like thunder. Then he reined in the horse and rushed into Bailu Square.

The pedestrians in the square exclaimed in surprise, looking at Zhao Wumian who nailed the tall horse to the ground with strange looks in their eyes. Some people guessed his identity from the sword on his back and his martial arts, and shouted "Weiming Hou", which caused another round of noise.

The detective officers nearby were delighted when they saw Zhao Wumian. Someone said angrily, "Yangshe Yucheng rode here on horseback without any regard for the common people. If it weren't for the Marquis, there would have been innocent people killed on his horse. It's better to kill this thief!"

Some constables knew about the "gentleman's words" of Zhao Wumian and Li Jingnan, and they also said angrily: "This guy is inhumane. It is absolutely not against morality for the Marquis to kill him!"

Zhao Wumian did not respond. He concentrated on looking at the people in the square. There were too many pedestrians here. If they fought casually, not only would innocent people be injured, but even if Yangshe Yucheng took the people hostage, it would be a troublesome matter.

There were so many people, almost everyone was holding an umbrella, and looking down from above, the square was full of circles of colorful umbrellas.

It is obviously not easy to find a person, but hiding in the crowd can deceive ordinary warriors. When Zhao Wumian used all his strength to perceive, Yangshe Yucheng had nowhere to hide. The main reason was that Yangshe Yucheng did not seem to want to run away. When he saw Zhao Wumian flying towards him, several flying knives suddenly shot out from the crowd.

He even took the time to grab a little girl by the collar and threw her towards Zhao Wumian.

This move naturally angered the common people. They spit everywhere and shouted at Yangshe Yucheng for being so shameless and bringing disgrace to the names of Daokui and Yuankui.

Zhao Wumian raised his wrist slightly and used the handle of the knife to block the flying knife. At the same time, he hugged the frightened little girl with his other hand and handed her over to the care of the detective officers.

Yangshe Yucheng obviously knew that what he was doing was inhumane, and if he continued to hide in the crowd he would probably be beaten to death, so he rose from the ground, turned into a shadow and rushed over the heads of the people.

But ever since he learned how to pick stars and change the moon, Zhao Wumian's speed has become his strong point.

Choke————

The sound of a sword being drawn out of its sheath was deafening, and a flash of sword light suddenly flashed through the rain curtain. Zhao Wumian stepped on the oil-paper umbrella of a pedestrian with his toes, crossing a distance of more than ten feet in the blink of an eye. A white line stagnated in the rain, which was the mist of the sword passing by.

Yangshe Yucheng's face was cold and his expression was a little surprised. He didn't expect Zhao Wumian's speed to be so fast.

"drink!"

With his lightness skills, there was no way he could escape. He stomped past the restaurant in front of him, breaking a wooden wall and revealing the ordinary patrons inside. He then turned around and faced Zhao Wumian with a knife in hand, the blade sharp and powerful.

clang!
The moment Zhao Wumian's sword touched his long sword, sparks flew everywhere, and Yangshe Yucheng's palm instantly lit up with blood. The long sword flew backwards and was instantly nailed to the wooden wall behind him, with the blade trembling.

Yangshe Yucheng couldn't even take on one of Zhao Wumian's moves?
Maybe, but it was Yangshe Yucheng who let go of the knife on his own initiative.

However, Zhao Wumian's sword continued to move forward and suddenly pierced into his left shoulder.

Although he was about to die, for some reason Yangshe Yucheng showed a hint of pleasure in his eyes.

Master Du San is the uncle of Qian Daokui, and Yangshe Yucheng is the only son of Qian Daokui.

Both of them died at the hands of Zhao Wumian in public, so why should we worry about Dao Kui not killing Zhao Wumian! ?

He was just Dongyan's assassin. The real Yangshe Yucheng had been assassinated by their men long ago.

This is a vicious plot that is in line with Luo Shu's. The remnants of Dong Yan are also the prince's party.

Everything he had done before was just to irritate Zhao Wumian. So far, the plan seemed to be going smoothly.

The only surprise was that Mr. Du San was actually being monitored... But this also helped them a lot, at least it could directly lead Zhao Wumian, right?

But when the sword was about to cut Yangshe Yucheng in two, it did not go any further, but only left a trail of blood. Then, he twisted his waist slightly and delivered a side kick that hit Yangshe Yucheng's waist heavily.

Dongyan's assassins were suddenly surprised.

boom!
Dongyan's assassin suddenly smashed down diagonally like an arrow shot from a bow, leaving a trail of water mist in the rain that was then imprinted on the floor tiles. He then continued to roll towards the side of the Gurong River without slowing down, until the whole person rolled out of the river bank. Even when he was in the air, he did not slow down his strength.

He barely raised his eyes and saw that the young man in white robe had appeared in front of him without him knowing when. He clamped his neck like a cannonball and slammed him heavily into a house boat on the river.

boom!
The pleasure boat sank more than a foot in an instant. Two women in flowery skirts who were playing the piano on the boat screamed and almost fell off the boat. The river water poured into the pleasure boat.

Zhao Wumian looked down at Dongyan's soldiers. Raindrops were falling, wetting his hair, and a few strands of hair stuck to his face.

He sneered and said, "Can Yangshe Yucheng also ride a thousand-mile horse? It takes me more than half a month to get from the capital to Shu. Now it's less than half a month before the Lantern Festival. He can rush from Shu to the capital? Your plan is too hasty."

Dongyan's assassin had cold eyes and flushed faces as he stared at Zhao Wumian. Seeing that his plan had been exposed, a trace of trance appeared in his eyes.

No wonder the prince lost...

But even if Zhao Wumian guessed their plan, what could he do? The fact that Zhao Wumian killed Dao Kui's son in public was a foregone conclusion, and he could not wash away this dirty water.

Unless he can find the real Yanghe Yucheng who was assassinated, or capture him alive, take off his human skin mask, and announce it to everyone.

Dongyan's assassins would have thought of this, and for some reason they sneered at Zhao Wumian.

The two women in flowery skirts on the pleasure boat twitched their noses slightly, and inexplicably smelled a smell of gunpowder. They were stunned and looked sideways at the Dongyan assassins. From their perspective, they could vaguely see a brown column through the gap in the straw raincoat...

Dynamite tube!
Dongyan's assassins secretly lit the fuse under the cover of straw raincoats!
He smiled contentedly at Zhao Wumian.

The explosion of explosives left no corpses intact and there was no evidence, but that was secondary...How many people would die if explosives were detonated in such a crowded place?

All these deaths are blamed on Zhao Wumian!
It was his incompetence that failed to protect these innocent pedestrians.

At this moment, Zhao Wumian kicked him off the boat.

puff-

Dongyan's assassins fell into the water and the fuse was naturally extinguished.

Zhao Wumian turned his wrist slightly, held the knife in his backhand, and thrust it into the river, just like spearing a fish, and stabbed the Dongyan assassin in the heart, pulling him out of the river. "Stupid thing, why do you think I kicked you into the river?"

Ever since Zhao Wumian learned this kind of sword, it is impossible for him to sense the patterns on underwear clearly, but large objects like long swords, heavy maces, and explosive tubes can basically not be hidden from his perception.

Mainly things of this shape, there is nothing else except dynamite tubes.

Ahem————

Dong Yan's assassin coughed up a mouthful of blood and stared at Zhao Wumian, but Zhao Wumian knew that even if he tortured a "human bomb" assassin like this, he would not be able to get anything out of him, and Dong Yan would not make such a small mistake, so he drew his sword lightly, and Dong Yan's assassin fell down under gravity.

While his body was still in the air, there was a flash of cold light, and his head and body were separated. Zhao Wumian swung his sword lightly across the river, leaving a half circle of blood in front of him. After washing the blood off the sword with river water, he grabbed the head of the dead man falling from the air with one hand, tilted his head to look at the two women on the pleasure boat, and nodded slightly.

"I'm sorry for scaring you two."

As he spoke, several shadows landed on the pleasure boat, causing it to rise and fall several times. The uniformed, grim-faced members of the Detective Division bowed to Zhao Wumian, "My Lord."

"Master Hou."

"What are you going to do..." Someone raised his hand and grabbed the headless body of Dongyan's assassin and looked at Zhao Wumian.

"I will make my own decision."

Zhao Wumian turned his back, stepped lightly with his boots, and leaped into the rain at night.

The chief constable of the Detective Department nodded slightly, bowed to the two women on the pleasure boat, and flew away.

Only the two women on the pleasure boat were left, blushing and looking at each other with lustful eyes.

"Wei, Wei Ming Hou is so handsome..."

"Yes, very generous..."

The two of them moved lightly, peeked out from the pleasure boat and looked outside.

But Zhao Wumian was seen holding the head of the assassin and flying to the killing platform in the center of Bailu Square.

As the name suggests, the killing platform is set up to scare others by killing a chicken to scare the monkey. It is a long wooden pole with a hemp rope hanging on it.

If there are people in the underworld who are not under control, act arrogantly, and commit serious offenses against the court, they will be beheaded and hung on the killing platform for people all over the world to see.

In the past, the heads of Fan Li from Ningzhongxia and Yangshe Dynasty were also hung here.

The hemp rope on the killing platform had long been stained with blood, turning into a black and red color. At this moment, it was hanging down, empty.

Zhao Wumian tapped the top of the wooden pole with his boots and stood on it. The pedestrians on Bailu Street, holding oil-paper umbrellas, all looked up at him, with curiosity and confusion on their faces.

Luo Xiangzhu was riding on the Zhaoye Jade Lion and was also in the crowd. He looked up at Zhao Wumian with his little face tilted.

Zhao Wumian held the sword across his waist, raised his hand and pulled at the face of the assassin's head, then pulled out a human skin mask. Under the mask was a middle-aged man, looking unremarkable.

The whole audience was silent, bewildered.

Zhao Wumian raised the head in his hand and said loudly:
"This man is a remnant of Dongyan, the son of Qiaozhuang Dao Kui. He wants to be killed by me, and he wants to lead Dao Kui to kill me!"

The whole audience was in an uproar and couldn't believe it. They could never have imagined that Yangshe Yucheng was played by someone else.

There was a lot of discussion in the field.

"Dong, the remnants of Dong Yan!? They seem to be the princelings, right?"

"That's right, he must be holding a grudge and wants to take revenge, but he is powerless, so he resorted to this vicious scheme and tried to kill someone with a borrowed knife!"

"I really don't know how Wei Ming Hou realized that something was wrong. If it were an ordinary person, this dirty water would definitely not be washed away."

"Now that Wei Ming Hou is in front of everyone, there is no other way but to explain this matter to us. Otherwise, he will be blamed for killing Dao Kui's son for no reason. Dao Kui will chop him to pieces, right?"

"Yes, Dao Kui only has one son, Yangshe Yucheng. If his son is killed and he is concerned about the court's indifference, then all his martial arts training would be in vain."

The scene was noisy. Zhao Wumian looked around, then smiled coldly and said in a cold voice:
"If I were to say, this is a completely unnecessary and ridiculous act. Before this, the Sword Master's disciple Yangshe Chao wanted to kill me, but I killed him on the spot. That's why the Sword Master lost the Martial Master plaque. Now, nine out of ten Martial Masters are missing one!"

Zhao Wumian loosened his grip on the head and the head fell due to gravity.

With his other hand, Zhao Wumian used the method of controlling a crane and capturing a dragon, as if he wanted to take something. He opened his palm, gently pulled it back, then clenched his five fingers and said lightly.

"I hereby announce to the world that I will go to Shu to get the plaque for the martial arts champion next month."

The black and red hemp rope under the killing platform was pulled by the energy of qi, and was wrapped around the head, then swayed slightly due to the inertia of the head.

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