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Wealth moves people's hearts, Po Xun's words are indeed true.
Gold and silver chests were scattered all over the ground. The white ones were silver, the yellow ones were gold, and the pieces were blinking under the starlight.
Although this was only the treasury of the Ministry of Revenue and not the national treasury, the gold and silver were still vast.
Although these Jianghu people ate meat and drank wine, when had they ever seen so much gold and silver? Most of them had gold in their eyes. They all hated their parents for not giving them more hands. They grabbed the gold and silver and stuffed it into their arms.
For a moment, Dong Wu Shang, the owner of Ask the Heavens Sword, stood far away with his sword, and no one paid attention to him.
Those who were still conscious were blocked by these people who were crazily snatching the gold and silver. Second Young Master Luo howled and disappeared again. Following that, the mournful sound of a bugle horn was heard. The person who blew the horn obviously didn't know how to blow it. A broken voice shouted, "The bandits have robbed the treasury of the Ministry of Revenue! The bandits have robbed the treasury of the Ministry of Revenue!"
It was Second Young Master Luo who was shouting with all his might.
The bugle horn sounded crazily from all directions. Large numbers of soldiers gathered in this direction.
The leading general was one of the top ten generals of the continent, Great Zhao's famous general Qiu Feng Yang. The general's actions were extraordinary. With a shout, the sound of the bugle horn disappeared.
Only then did the bugle horn of the Autumn Wind Army Formation sound out in an orderly manner.
Tens of thousands of soldiers advanced like a forest and surrounded the entire Ministry of Revenue. Qiu Feng Yang's face was as cold as water. "No one is allowed to escape. Capture them all!"
All the soldiers agreed loudly. Then, under the command of various officers, they began to attack. These were Great Zhao's elite soldiers. How could these motley crew resist them?
Dong Wu Shang had already slipped away in the chaos.
Just as this side came to an end, suddenly the sound of gongs and drums came from the west of the city. A raging fire rose to the sky.
"Underworld Saber, Underworld Saber has appeared here! Ahwooh, touching dog aunt!" Duke Ji Mo raised his Poison Spring Saber. No one was chasing him. He simply found a secluded place and shouted while pinching his nose.
The excitement in his voice was as if he had eaten a hundred pounds of aphrodisiac.
On the other side, Miao Bu Tong carried a big bag and climbed out of a rich family's house. He shouted from the roof of the house, "Underworld Saber has appeared! Where are you going? Underworld Saber!"
The explosive barrel exploded.
"What? Underworld Saber also appeared? "
"Let's go take a look."
"Hurry up, it will be gone if we are late."
The figures were rushing over and over.
Ji Mo raised his Underworld Saber, which he feared others couldn't see and didn't know about, and swung it in the air. Unexpectedly, he didn't forget to scream, "Who is it? Who was so despicable? Sneak attack my old ass! "
Then he roared, "Who dares to steal my Underworld Saber?"
In the dark, Gu Du Xing and Chu Yang smiled at each other. A moment ago, Gu Du Xing had pulled off a tile and ruthlessly smacked Ji Mo's buttocks. He really couldn't stand this guy's arrogance.
Relying on the sharpness of Underworld Saber, he dashed left and right, jumping up and down in excitement, frothing at the mouth. "Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
"This bastard's extreme joy begets sorrow." Chu Yang looked at Ji Mo, feeling both angry and amused at the same time. "There are several Revered Martial Artists besieging him. This is the first wave of Revered Martial Artists to appear in tonight's chaos."
"We need to be ready to attack at any time." Gu Du Xing nodded, his right hand already lightly grasping the hilt of his sword.
Suddenly, several figures flew over like shooting stars, instantly flashing into the battlefield and attacking at the same time.
Four Revered Martial Artists.
Ji Mo suddenly felt an enormous pressure and couldn't help but shout and curse, "Bastard, so many people besieging me? If you have the guts, fight one on one! "
Even the people besieging him were stunned. To say one on one in this kind of situation, one must have a rich imagination.
Following a loud shout, Yin Bu Tong flashed out from the shadows, "Underworld Saber is mine!"
But at this moment, the four Revered Martial Artists had already attacked at the same time. They split into four directions and attacked Ji Mo together with the others.
Ji Mo was only a Martial Great Master, and under the heavy siege, how could he resist?
Bang! Bang! Bang! Ji Mo suffered a lot, and his body couldn't stand steadily. Suddenly, his back was hit by a palm from a distance. He spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered forward. Then, a hand shot out like lightning and grabbed the back of Underworld Saber. A huge force instantly spread along the saber. Ji Mo felt his hand go numb, and his chest was heavily shaken. Underworld Saber flew out of his hand.
"We got it! Let's go!" The person who snatched Underworld Saber shouted excitedly. Three people surrounded him at the same time and rushed out side by side to protect him. Everyone's face was filled with excitement.
Underworld Saber, a divine item that could allow one to break through to Saber Saint, they finally got it!
"Damn, Underworld Saber has been snatched away! Stop them!"
Miao Bu Tong was so anxious that sweat appeared on the tip of his nose. Ji Mo was also dumbfounded. Damn, according to my script, it can't be this far!
This is bad! Ji Mo was so frustrated that he almost vomited blood. How did Revered Martial Artists appear today?
"Leave Underworld Saber behind!"
"Stop him! Ran Xiangzhuan? No way! "
"Kill! Underworld Saber is in the hands of those four fellows …"
In the blink of an eye, a dense crowd of people rushed over from all directions and surrounded the four Revered Martial Artists. However, the four Revered Martial Artists were all highly skilled and were not afraid of a fierce battle. They were not like Ji Mo.
Although Ji Mo was holding a treasured saber, he didn't want to hurt people as much as possible. However, these four people didn't have any scruples about killing people with their treasured sabers in their hands. In an instant, a wave of blood was split open. One after another, heads were sent flying in the air like smashed watermelons.
One of them had his head chopped off and flew a few feet into the air. He still had time to shout, "Underworld Saber is my treasure!"
The four of them were about to kill their way out of the encirclement. With their cultivation, before a large number of experts arrived at the provincial capital, they would be able to slip away without a trace. At that time, even if the entire world's army gathered, they might not be able to find them!
Ji Mo wanted to cry but had no tears. Rui Bu Tong was also numb. How could it be like this?
Suddenly, a black figure appeared out of nowhere and shouted, "Leave Underworld Saber behind!"
The long sword was like a dragon as it stabbed forward.
A biting cold aura suddenly appeared with this sword.
Before the sword arrived, the sword energy had already cut through the air and made a sound.
The four of them turned pale with fright and cried out, "Swordsman!"
This sword energy was grand and unstoppable. Facing the might of this sword, none of the four Revered Martial Artists dared to meet it head on. They did not dare to be careless and dodged one after another. In an instant, the four of them who had formed an iron wall were actually disintegrated by this one sword.
The sword of a swordsman, the saber of a swordsman, was a violent and terrifying weapon of an expert of the same level.
It was also a Sword Master, but as a Sword Master, a Sword Master could easily wipe out an ordinary Sword Master.
There was no comparison at all!
The four of them dodged, but the devil-like sword did not change direction and swept towards the person holding the Underworld Saber. The sword energy was like a raging wave as it rushed forward.
That person saw that he could no longer dodge. He closed his eyes and hurriedly raised the Underworld Saber to block. With a clang, the sword and saber collided and sparks flew everywhere. The sword energy of the swordsman was finally blocked and slowed down a little.
That Revered Martial Artist only felt that his head was dripping with sweat and his legs were almost soft.
Luckily, the Underworld Saber was able to block that attack. Thinking about that lightning fast sword, he felt as if his soul was drifting and a feeling of death filled his heart.
In the next moment, the long sword was retracted like lightning.
This Revered Martial Artist turned around and ran without any integrity because he knew that the next step after the retraction of the sword was to stab again.
Just now, the four of them could not block it, let alone him. So he turned around and ran while cursing in his heart, "You are already a swordsman, why are you still trying to steal the Underworld Saber? Even if you steal it … can you even use it?
This is so damn depressing. I have never heard of a swordsman stealing a saber. You should be stealing Ask the Heavens Sword, brother! "
But the swordsman was still chasing after him. He only felt that the sword energy behind him was cold and his back was full of poisonous snakes. It was creepy.
"Want to run? Leave the saber behind, or leave your life behind! "Just as he was panicking, a sharp sword qi suddenly locked onto him. It was as cold as the sword of a god, and wherever the sword qi pointed, it seemed to fill the sky with snowflakes.
It was a cold, silvery white.
It was another swordsman.
There was an obstacle in front and a pursuer behind. Both of them wanted to kill him. This Revered Martial Artist was scared out of his wits. In an instant, his face was full of tears.
Being locked on by two swordsman at the same time?
Even a King Level Expert would be flustered? I, I, I am only a Revered Martial Artist. How could I be worthy of such treatment? You two think too highly of me …
Two swordsman trying to steal a saber? This Revered Martial Artist did not have time to think about this unimaginable matter. He did not have the time to be depressed.
At this moment, his only thought was to quickly throw away the hot potato that was Underworld Saber.
Underworld Saber was good and could help a person become a Saber Saint. But if he lost his life … what was he going to do?
"I'll give you the Underworld Saber …" This Revered Martial Artist almost used a howl to urgently say this sentence. Cun Ji could guarantee that if he said this sentence a little slower, there would be two transparent holes on his body.
Before he could finish speaking, the Underworld Saber in his hand impatiently flew out.
I can give you my blade, but I can't give you my life. The Martial Saint closed his eyes and prayed in his heart, hoping that the other party would be merciful because of his obedience.
However, at this moment, the unexpected happened.
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