Noon.

The sun was high, and the yamen runners outside the county yamen were all listless and drowsy.

The yamen has always been a place for seeking justice, deciding cases, and coordinating investigations, but this huge county government is empty and deserted.

The reason is not that the county magistrate is like a god to make a case, and the public security management is good. He has never closed his door at night and never lost his road.

Instead, the magistrate Zhang is extremely greedy. Regardless of the big and small cases, the plaintiff and defendant must take a layer of skin and suck up blood to handle the case in absurd way.

As for the level of case handling, it depends on whoever pays more money, and whoever prefers it.

If a murder case or a theft case occurs, it will be even more outrageous.

First, he plundered a layer of money from the reporter, and then sent someone to the crime scene to walk around, and then he decided that "this is suicide" and "this is lost by himself", which is simply unreasonable.

In addition, he unscrupulously plundered people's wealth and ointment on weekdays and complained. Over time, naturally no one was willing to seek justice in the county government.

At this time, there were five people sitting in the backyard of the county government office with a magnificent and luxuriously decorated lobby.

The one on the top of the main seat is a 40-year-old official with a big belly.

Beside the official, there were two tourists sitting in the rivers and lakes.

"Don't worry, sir, I don't believe that anyone in this county government dares to commit crimes and cause trouble." said a middle-aged strong man sitting on the left.

"I, the magic sword Zhang, was not in vain. If the thief dared to come, you must cut off the thief's head with one knife." Another person on the right said, looking proud.

The other two also spoke, saying that the county government has many elite soldiers and the four masters are in charge. If the traitor dares to come, he will never come back.

Mr. Zhang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and clasped his fists and said, "Thank you all for this, I will rely on you all today."

It turned out that three days ago, a letter appeared at Mr. Zhang's home, which read: "In three days, take your life. Let's use three days to prepare for the funeral." There are twelve words like this.

Mr. Zhang is timid and knows that what he has done in recent years has aroused public anger. He may be hired to murder people, or there may be some heroes who cannot stand it and want to punish evil and eliminate evil.

He didn't dare to be careless, so he invited four famous masters to protect himself.

Mr. Zhang said again: "No matter whether this is true or not, I will definitely repay you heavily and will not let you come in vain."

Before he finished speaking, a voice floated into the yard: "I'm afraid you won't have a chance to repay you."

A breeze seemed to blew in the yard, and a figure flashed, and there was one more person in front of the five people.

This was a handsome young man with a smile on his face, but he was holding a knife in his hand and walked towards everyone step by step. His steps were neither too fast nor too slow, and he seemed not afraid of the yamen runners outside blocking and siegeing, and he was calm and composed.

"A bold traitor dares to be rude to adults, and he won't surrender," among the four tourists from the world, the sword-holder stepped forward.

"There is no need to say much about this kind of scene." Xia Yunmo looked at the visitor with a smile: "I heard that you are known as the God's Knife."

The man raised his chest slightly, with a bit of complacent expression on his face, but he pretended to be modest: "It's just everyone's praise. Although Mr. Zhang's sword skills are not bad, he still cannot be called a divine sword."

Xia Yunmo held his palm and said, "I finally have some self-knowledge."

The divine sword sneered: "But it's still more than enough to kill you boy."

He stepped forward, shouted loudly, drew his sword and slashed towards Xia Yunmo suddenly.

Judging from the power of this sword, it was surging and fierce, and it looked like it, and it had some real skills.

But, if this is a divine sword, what should Xia Yunmo's sword be?

Swish!

A blood-red sword light bloomed.

The divine sword's open body suddenly stopped, his arms dropped, and with a "when" sound, his sword had fallen to the ground, his eyes were dull and his lips were squirming, incredible: "What a quick... knife."

Then they fell to the ground, and then everyone realized that there was a blood thread on his neck, and blood kept splashing out.

"Kill him, kill him!" Master Guan shouted, his whole body feeling chilled.

The other three people were as cold as water and did not move.

The Divine Sword Zhang is also a famous figure for a long time, otherwise he would not have been invited by the official. Some of the other three may be confident that they can beat the Divine Sword Zhang, but it is impossible to solve it in one move.

"If you kill him, if anyone can kill him, I will give him two thousand silver and report to the superiors to seek credit for you."

Afterwards, Mr. Zhang even offered money, beauty, and rights. He promised everything he could think of without money.

The three of them were swaying, but they still didn't dare to take action.

"Hold him, just drag him to other yamen runners, each of them will cost two thousand taels of silver." Finally, the county master offered the offer again, but this time he just asked the three of them to delay a little.

The previous fighting and quarrel must have alarmed the yamen runners outside and will come in soon.

"Damn it, I don't believe it if I do it, we don't believe it. The three of us can't even drag him for a while." The middle-aged strong man gritted his teeth and took the lead in taking action.

He punched out, and the fist wind was howling, obviously making great achievements in boxing.

Although the other two were still hesitant, their bodies couldn't help but move.

One of the white-clothed men drew out the sword in his hand with a "clang" and stabbed it like lightning.

The last man in black waved his sleeves and the light and flexible Emei thorns pierced out from two different directions.

The three of them were in harmony and used their own killer moves almost at the same time. The attack like a net of heaven and earth made their confidence soar.

Perhaps, not only can he stop this person, but he can also kill him and get more rewards.

"Glory and wealth are not that easy to get. The road to the underworld is far away, so I'll give you a ride."

Xia Yunmo's figure suddenly shook, turned into a afterimage, and escaped from the gap between the three, causing the attacks of the three to fade, and his face suddenly changed.

They didn't know that Xia Yunmo had taken the 72 unique skills and took it to the next level in martial arts techniques, and could easily see the flaws of the three when they joined forces.

Next moment!

Dance and kill!

The long sword in Xia Yunmo's hand flew into countless sword shadows, even though it was cage towards the three of them. The three of them were shocked and felt that they were covered by blood, and they felt like they were dark and dark.

Then, my neck hurts and I feel no more.

Master Guan's face was pale and his whole body was trembling slightly. He tried his best to calm down and was about to ask for mercy when he slashed over with a sword.

"Fourth, I'll kill all the way to the capital, and I don't know that this corrupt official will kill a few people."

Xia Yunmo naturally said to himself, put his knife into the sheath, and then jumped out.
Chapter completed!