Chapter 86: Seven Styles of the Dead Souls, March Appointment

Outside the city, a certain fall fell down, and the gentle and well-known left a mark on dozens of trees.

When the half-emperor soul took back the sword, dozens of falling sounds were already strung on the sword, floating from the hills in the distance. A gray figure flew leisurely from the hills several miles away.

"Wang Hun, your swordsmanship has become a demon."

Qing Umbrella raised slightly: "You are wrong, it is Jianshen Mountain. Today's Jianshen Mountain is no longer the same one as before. You are on the wrong path."

In an instant, the sword energy spread everywhere. The half-emperor's soul disappeared at some point, and appeared in the air like a ghost, with a bang. It was like a hurricane coming, sweeping all things and moving!

Song Youyan fell down lightly, pressed her shoulders, and sighed: "My sword technique is always inferior to you. Junior Brother!"

The half-emperor soul did not refute for the first time: "That's because your state of mind is no longer pure, and you no longer devote yourself to the swordsmanship!"

Song Youyan was silent and stopped arguing: "If you were willing to go back to Jianshen Mountain, even if you admit that you were wrong, Master Tianlian will treat your injuries. Why bother to support me so hard!"

"You are the most talented and talented among us. If it weren't for... the Liuli Sword Sect might not be difficult for you!"

Half-Emperor Soul was silent for a while: "No! I firmly believe that my path is right. The wrong one is you. Your sword has been mixed with too many impurities."

Song Youyan smiled bitterly, always unable to explain the junior brother, and smiled at Wang Ce: "Don't believe in his sword spirit, that's a wrong way and is destined to be unable to go."

Wang Ce suddenly felt very stressed, one of the Sword Sect and one of the Emperor and half! Can you say that you are not under pressure when standing beside you?

The only thing that can be done is to change the topic: "Well, Uncle Wang Hun, what's going on with your injury?"

The half-emperor's soul was unanimous. Song Youyan, who was in a gentle atmosphere, slapped his head: "Yes, Wang Ce, I'll ask you something. Regarding a clue, do you know about the stolen heavenly soldiers in Jianshen Mountain?"

Wang Ce sighed and knew that this day would come sooner or later. He immediately said everything he could say.

Song Youyan pondered: "That's true, it has nothing to do with you? However, there is a person in my Jianshen Mountain who died..."

"That guy wants to kill me first." Wang Ce shrugged.

Song Youyan seemed not a tangled person, so she smiled gently: "I can't do these two things. Within three months, you'd better go to Jianshen Mountain to explain to the Presbyterian Church."

Wang Ce looked at half-emperor soul, and half-emperor soul was silent for a while: "It's better to go!"

"You are not a person who can focus on kendo and focus on one's own mind!"

On the way back from outside the city, the assertion of the half-imperial soul made Wang Ce sad.

"You are the kind of person who can use anything you want to pick up. Lao Gu said, you are a sensitive and cunning child. This is your temperament, which determines your fighting temperament, and you must have your path."

Half-Emperor Soul has extremely sharp eyesight. Wang Ce is indeed the kind of weird and free person. He is destined to be tied to things like swordsmanship for the rest of his life.

No matter what weapon he picked up, Wang Ce could use it very well, perhaps because of his freedom and open-mindedness.

"There is a kind of sword that suits you very well." The half-emperor soul pondered: "Dripping Sword! That may be the most suitable sword in the world."

The Drop Sword is an extremely magical sword, which evolved from imitating a famous heavenly soldier, "Emperor Shui Sword". The Drop Sword is as flexible as water, and its biggest feature is its weird change!

A warrior holding a drip sword is often the object of guarding others a hundred times more. Because of the mystery of the drip sword, you will never know how the other party will draw the sword and what angle will the sword stab from!

There is a saying: If a warrior is entered by a person with a dripping water sword, he will no longer belong to him if he has half a life.

In the faint narrative of the half-emperor soul, Wang Ce temporarily bid farewell and stepped into the southern yamen!

"How about King Gong?"

Xiong Shiwu shook his head: "I still don't admit it, I still don't say anything. We are not easy to punish, so it's hard to make him surrender!"

"Submit?" Wang Ce was silenced: "I don't need his surrender, I just plan to kill him."

Api Ake was stunned: "He is Prince Gong! Do you want to kill him?" They could not imagine how shocking it would be to kill a prince.

"Nonsense!" Wang Ce was so righteous: "As a native of the Southern Yamen, how could I kill people randomly?"

King Gong was not stupid, so of course he would not admit that he had assassinated the emperor and officials. Wang Ce could not impose him in the Nanya Prison, so he had to interrogate him on the spot at the second place.

For this reason, Wang Ce also borrowed a torture expert from his boss. The problem is that he is not afraid, General Sun is afraid! He torture interrogates a prince? General Sun asked himself that he had not had bad courage and had no hair.

Wang Ce saw King Gong again a few days later, and King Gong was still full of glamor.

Unfortunately, my eyelids twitched and were supported by two small wooden strips. It looked extremely miserable. This was the result of not sleeping for a few days. Moreover, a bunch of candles lit on the table, and the eyes were reflected by the bronze mirror. It was just this kind of feeling!

Every time Zhu Haitang and others come, they will feel cold in their hearts whenever they witness the tragic situation of King Gong. These do not harm the body, but they are so harmful to the spirit, and they are simply destructive.

The boss refused to borrow someone to interrogate, so Wang Ce had to recall some of the methods of interrogation that were not hurtful.

Wang Ce smiled casually: "Old King Gong, is there anything I want to say?"

King Gong lost his energy to get angry, and the only thing he did was to show a disdainful smile!

Wang Ce scratched his head. He hated him so much. If he had known that he would have traveled through time, he should have trained first, learn how to hang himself on his shoelaces, drink water and urinate!

Xiong Shiwu and others were frightened by the side, fearing that King Gong would disappear just by shaking his head.

Wang Ce smiled and said, "Princess Wenxiu?"

"Bitch!" The dying King Gong suddenly instinctively cursed!

Wang Ce thoughtfully and waved: "Come here, give King Gong some delicious food."

Interesting! Zhu Haitang and others of the younger generation didn’t know Princess Wenxiu. For the older generation, the spy father remembered Princess Wenxiu, but the impression was very shallow.

Walking out slowly, Luke said on the side: "Ace, Zongzheng Mansion and the cabinet have taken action today. Should we release people?"

"Don't let go." Wang Ce put his chin on his mind: "Of course I won't let go!"

"Our next step is... to arrest Xiao Zhong King!"

Zhu Haitang and the other four were extremely shocked and shocked: "You are crazy!"
Chapter completed!