Daming: Becoming a Jinyiwei at the beginning

"I just hope you keep your promise and save my daughter's life."

The sound became weaker and weaker, almost inaudible.

【Energy Point+】

Lin Mang held the knife and walked slowly under the rain.

The cold eyes stared at the figure under the umbrella, and the cold voice converged into silk threads, piercing the rain curtain.

"Master Hou!"

"Have you ever heard... the roar of the wronged soul!"

Chapter 117

"Are you talking about Yanshan County?"

Wu Qinghou's tone was calm, and he looked at the sky where the lightning flashed.

Lin Mang said coldly, "It seems that you know everything."

Marquis Wuqing nodded slowly, and said: "That county magistrate is indeed a good official, and this Marquis also deeply admires him."

"It's a pity...he blocked my way, and this world cannot tolerate an official like him."

"Such a person is destined not to be able to occupy a high position."

"Actually, it shouldn't be his. It's only his fault that he found something that shouldn't be found."

Marquis Wu Qing talked about these things calmly, without any intention of hiding anything.

With his identity and arrogance, he didn't bother to hide these things.

Lin Mang's frowning brows gradually relaxed, and he suddenly sneered and said sarcastically, "What a Marquis of Wuqing!"

"White Lotus Sect should have you participate!"

"It's a great irony that the dignified relatives of the country have colluded with the White Lotus Sect."

As much as I hate to admit it, it's the reality.

An official who is not greedy, has no friends, and is dedicated to serving the people cannot end well in the end.

Everyone in the world knows that Qi Jiguang is famous, but few know that he is also greedy.

But what he was greedy for was not for himself, it was just to cater to the court and gain the support of the court.

"I don't know about this, does Your Majesty know?" Lin Mang chuckled, slowly wiped away the blood on the knife, and said to himself, "I don't think I know."

No matter how good the relationship is, as the Son of Heaven, he will never allow anyone to rebel against him.

Because this threatens the imperial power!

Marquis Wu Qing slowly withdrew his gaze, and with a faint smile on his face, he asked, "So are you going to avenge them?"

"It's just the lives of some untouchables."

"No." Lin Mang shook his head with a smile, and said word by word, "I just want to... cut you off!"

As soon as the voice fell, the torrential rain roared.

The rain curtain seemed to be torn apart, and a golden streamer struck like lightning.

"Go ahead!"

Marquis Wu Qing calmly looked at the figure who was concealed by the rain.

In an instant, the figures standing under the heavy rain drew their swords and came to kill one after another.

"kill!"

At this moment, the shouts of killing even overshadowed the howling of thunder in the sky.

Those figures in coir raincoats are not ordinary people from the rivers and lakes.

Their martial arts methods are more like well-trained killers.

They cooperate well with each other, obviously after a long period of training.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered!

Heads flew up one by one.

Lin Mang stepped on the bloody water, and the knife light raged.

With his current strength, his external skills alone are comparable to those who have just entered the Tiangang Realm.

Whether it's a sword or a crossbow shot from the dark, it will bounce off when it is three meters away from Lin Mang's body.

The protective qi forms a mighty bell!

Lin Mang stretched out his hand to wipe the blade, and the flame rose instantly.

The pure yang saber energy of the most rigid and yang burst out on the blade, condensing a golden flame.

The moment the knife was swung out, a large cloud of white mist evaporated.

In just a moment, the area within tens of meters was shrouded in mist.

Warm blood ran across the cheek of a killer, and the blade reflected a pair of cold eyes.

Lin Mang's figure staggered past the crowd.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Heads were thrown away one after another, and blood gushed like a column at the smooth fracture.

Pure Yang Fist!

Bagua Palm!

Heartbreaker!

Dragon roar skill!

Magic knife!

At this moment, Lin Mang tried his best to learn all the martial arts skills he had cultivated in the arena.

Even the martial arts that have been cultivated to perfection seem to be enlightened at this moment.

[Pure Yang fist small success! 】

[Pure Yang Fist has achieved great success! 】

【Energy point-】

Huang Huang's sun-like fist prints condensed in an instant, forming a giant golden fist several feet in size, like pouring gold.

"Peng!"

Seven or eight killers exploded on the spot, and pieces of meat flew everywhere.

"roar~"

With a long roar of the sky dragon, the heads of more than a dozen killers exploded immediately.

Blood rained like a waterfall!

Lin Mang stepped on the gossip step, swung the knife with his right hand, and dragged a long shadow in the air with the heart-breaking palm of his left hand.

Life is dying!

The majestic heavy rain washed away the blood everywhere.

At the gate of the post station, Marquis Wu Qing calmly said: "Back off."

Situ Yue hesitated and said: "Master Hou, why bother you to do it yourself, I will finish him later."

Marquis Wu Qing turned around and gave Situ Yue a glance, the cold eyes were filled with dead silence.

Situ Yue's face turned pale, and she quickly bowed and retreated.

Wu Qinghou looked at the figure who was killing madly under the rain curtain, and stepped forward with one step.

"Boom!"

Lightning streaked across the sky.

Wu Qinghou's figure disappeared instantly, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Lin Mang.

The moment he disappeared, the rain that seemed to be still fell again.

Under the palm of the glove made of silver silk silk is an understatement.

But at this moment, Lin Mang suddenly felt a season in his heart.

At that moment, he actually had a chilling feeling.

The protective energy gathers instantly.

"when!"

Unexpectedly, this palm was printed on the protective energy formed by the golden bell cover.

It's just that it didn't shake off this time, and the terrifying palm force kept oppressing the protective energy of the golden bell cover.

"Katha!"

The protective energy shattered inch by inch.

Lin Mang was shocked, and quickly flew away, but the blow still caused him serious injuries.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Lin Mang's mouth.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, Lin Mang looked at the figure standing under the heavy rain, and said in a deep voice, "Master Hou is very skilled!"

I've never heard of this Marquis of Wu Qing actually possessing martial arts.

For a long time, he gave everyone the impression of a gentle and elegant literati.

Marquis Wu Qing's face was indifferent, and there were faint arcs of electric arcs on the gloves made of silver silk.

"stop!"

The moment the voice sounded, Wu Qinghou's figure disappeared again, approaching the extreme.

The rain is rolling backwards all over the sky.

"Chong!"

Lin Mang slashed with his backhand and slashed down angrily.

The sharp Xiuchun knife was caught in a silver silkworm glove.

Sparks flew everywhere, lighting up the night.

Lin Mang's expression froze.

This was the first time he had seen a weapon that would not shatter when touched by this peerless embroidered spring knife.

In an instant, Wu Qinghou pointed out.

The two fingers are like a dragon going out to sea, only pointing at Lin Mang's throat.

A hint of murderous intent appeared on Wu Qinghou's stern face.

A sword qi whizzed between his fingers!

Lin Mang quickly backed away, turning his head to avoid the sword energy.

Marquis Wuqing said in a dandan way: "The so-called geniuses in the Jianghu, in my opinion, are nothing more than wine pockets for fame and fame."

"This Marquis was congenital at the age of eight, entered the realm of true energy at the age of 16, and entered the Tiangang at the age of 24."

"If it wasn't for this Marquis not being interested in this, he would have already been promoted to Grandmaster."

Lin Mang sneered, and raised his knife to kill.

"You talk a lot!"

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