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Chapter 145: Beheading Left Governor Li Wengui(1/7)

Chapter 145: Beheading the left governor Li Wengui

Night falls sharply.

The entire sky became extremely dark and thunder and clouds were everywhere.

"Boom!"

A lightning flashed through the clouds,

The dark night suddenly lit up.

Under the heavy rain, a black shadow rushed out of the night!

The moment it landed, a loud bang burst out.

"roar!"

The loud roar of Pixiu and the roar of thunder and lightning are reflected in each other.

Looking at the county town that was so close to you, Lin Mang breathed a sigh of relief.

Above the city wall, the Luo army flag floated.

This means that the chaos army has not arrived yet. If the chaos army is allowed to occupy this place in advance, it will be difficult to retake it again.

He did not dare to stop at all along the way, and had surpassed Tang Qi and others who set out first.

The soldiers on duty on the city wall saw the figures rushing towards them quickly under the night sky, and their faces changed drastically, and they were about to sound the alarm bell.

A loud shout suddenly came: "I am the Lin Mang, a thousand households of the Jinyiwei!"

This long roar shocked the soldiers on the city wall.

Jinyiwei?

The Jinyiwei Qianjia, now everyone knows this army.

Hearing this, the sergeant who was about to ring the alarm bell immediately stopped the movement in his hand.

The next moment, the Pixiu rushed to the city, then jumped up from the spot and jumped straight up to a high wall dozens of meters.

Looking at the ferocious beast falling down, the soldiers around were shocked and couldn't help but retreat.

Lin Mang glanced at everyone and said coldly: "The Jianghu Sect rebelled. From now on, all the Jianghu Sects are not allowed to approach the city gate."

"Without the order of this official, no one is allowed to open the city gate. Those who violate the order will be the three tribes!"

Lin Mang's voice was like a bell, and his tone was unprecedentedly domineering.

The soldiers around were stunned.

After all, they all heard that these people from the sects in the martial arts world were all recruited by Lord Lin and are now rebelling...

But these things have never been something they can interfere with.

Soon, everyone woke up and said in unison: "As for your order!"

They can't afford the sins of the three tribes!

Lin Mang said coldly and drove the Pixiu straight to the city.

...

now,

In the city, inside the county yamen,

In the huge hall, there were dozens of leaders of the sects of the martial arts world.

Everyone's eyes were staring at the incense burning in the hall.

The fragrance is burning little by little.

Waiting for the incense to burn out means that it is time for them to do things.

However, everyone in the field looked different at this time.

Above the main seat, a man with a sword on his back was sitting.

He was dressed in gray clothes and had a slightly vicissitudes of face.

This person is the sword master of the Sanshan Sword Sect, Song Wushang, a powerful man at the fifth level of Tiangang.

Among the crowd, he is one of the few powerful people in the Tiangang realm, and he has strong combat power.

Song Wushang glanced at everyone, slowly picked up the tea on the table and tasted it, and said quietly: "It's over, why bother you?"

"You and I know that the war and the chaotic army and the court can persist, but we can't."

Everyone was silent.

The valley master of the Poison Insect Valley, Yan Shang nodded with a smile and said, "Everyone, I think you probably don't want a Jinyiwei to be the leader."

"This will be a shame for my Huguang Wulin. Lin Mang obviously offended the big man in the court. There is no need for us to follow him to die."

Yan Shang smiled and poured himself a cup of tea and said happily: "Actually, this time is not an opportunity for us."

"If we could follow the big man in the court, our sects might be able to compete with those top sects."

Everyone glanced at him.

I heard that Yan Shang, the owner of the Poison Worm Valley, had a close relationship with the governor, and I have never known whether it was true.

However, the last time the governor died, he didn't say a word, which made them dispel this speculation.

Behind everyone, the eldest elder of the Changtian Gang kept his eyes closed and silent.

Sneer at these people's words.

To put it nicely, it's just to find an excuse for yourself to be at ease.

If you have done everything, what's the use of talking about these things?

One hundred thousand taels are not a minority for anyone present.

Even many sects have accumulated over decades of decades of accumulation, but not one hundred thousand taels.

Wealth is moving, and it is impossible to say that there is no idea in your heart.

The open and upright killer Lin Mang didn't have the courage.

Suddenly, the door was broken, and a young man covered in blood rushed in and said in horror: "Sword...Sword Master!"

"That Alliance Leader Lin is here!"

As soon as the words came to an end, everyone's faces changed drastically.

"What!?"

Song Wushang, the sword leader of the Sanshan Sword Sect, sat up in shock and looked at the person who reported the news in disbelief.

"What did you say?"

"Lin Mang?" Yan Shang even exclaimed in surprise, looking panicked.

The field was in a brief silence.

"ah--"

A scream outside the yard woke everyone up instantly.

Everyone looked at each other, and a hint of nameless chill appeared behind them.

Everyone knew what they were doing.

One person panicked: "What's going on? Didn't he say he can't come?"

The Censor Lu clearly told them that the Jinyiwei would not come here, but why did the Jinyiwei Qianhu come now?

At this moment, waves of dull footsteps slowly came.

Blood splashed everywhere!

The strong wind whistles in the yard!

Lin Mang slowly stepped into the yard with a knife.

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning suddenly passed through the sky.

Lightning, which seemed light and dark, illuminated half of Lin Mang's side face.

Above the cold face, there was a cold, dead chill.

The black robe fluttered in the wind, making a sound!

Drops of blood dripping from the embroidered spring knife!

"Bang!"

Lin Mang threw something out casually and landed it in the room.

That's a head!
To be continued...
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