The captured assassins opened their eyes wide at first, unable to believe what they saw.
It wasn't until Zhang Han was lying on the edge of the cliff, his head sticking out, looking down, and letting out an unwilling and desperate roar that they were finally sure.
They gave up their lives, abandoned their latent plans, and tried their best to assassinate Ying Zheng, who could not even get closer and died.
Ying Zheng, who single-handedly prevented the people of the Six Nations from speaking loudly, fell from the cliff at the top of Mount Tai! Really dead!
"The sky has eyes! Hahahaha!"
"Heaven and earth work together! Kill this beast together! It is time for Qin to be destroyed!"
"The vast world will be ups and downs by the great Chu Lord who has been reborn from Nirvana!"
They kowtowed excitedly to thank heaven and earth, laughed wildly, and almost lost their breath. Their faces were so distorted that they looked inhuman, just like the death of the First Emperor.
"ah!"
Kneeling on the edge of the cliff, with his waist bent like an arch bridge, Zhang Han looked up to the sky and screamed.
This doctor, who was responsible for protecting the First Emperor, only wanted everyone to see what peerless martial arts was after the First Emperor's death!
His forehead, the back of his hands, and all the exposed skin had veins like giant earthworms twisting and showing!
The ordinary Qin sword turned into a white flash in his hand. The white flash briefly appeared between the sky and the earth. The light of the setting sun was inferior. This light was not a slight difference, but the difference between a firefly and a bright moon!
This sword seems to be able to cut the heaven and the earth! I want this universe to return to earth, fire, water, and wind, and return to the eternal and silent chaos!
It's like time has been stolen for a moment, like the image has been fast forwarded.
The assassin was still shouting a second ago, and Zhang Han roared angrily.
The next second, the world and the earth were silent, and the black skeleton armor was stained with blood!
Yin ~
The sound of the Qin sword being sheathed was extremely harsh. The blood on the sword was squeezed out when it was sheathed. The splash of blood turned Zhang Han's right hand into red skin!
At Zhang Han's feet, all the assassins' bodies were lying on the ground, and their heads were either very close to their bodies, or several meters away.
The blood gurgled and flowed into a river, nourishing the green pines and cypresses on the top of the first mountain in the world!
Blood was constantly dripping from the armor, and Zhang Han's whole body was rarely stained by blood, as if he had rolled in a pool of blood in the underworld.
He was like a Rakshasa demon from hell, his voice was colder than the cold wind in the underground world, and he looked at the ministers who were so shocked that they had no time to react.
"Those who curse Your Majesty will be killed without mercy!"
In front of the stone tablet, Li Si, who had engraved a poem about Wang Yue, held a sword in his hand, and fear and confusion still remained on his naturally rigid face.
But after Zhang Han's cold words spread throughout the audience, that face quickly became as rigid as Qin Lu's.
With a face that looked unyielding at first glance, Li Si walked to Zhang Han and stood side by side with Zhang Han.
His voice was not as cold as Zhang Han's, but as a former court lieutenant and now the prime minister, his words contained the majesty of judgment and the oppression of power.
"Your Majesty, the person who died is the Yi tribe!"
Zhang Han was in charge of military force, and Li Si was in charge of power.
The two stood together and issued a silence order to Qin Chen who was qualified to participate in the Feng Chan ceremony.
The death of the First Emperor must not be spread to outsiders!
Whoever spreads the word will die, and the three clans will be wiped out!
Among the Qin officials present were old men who had followed the First Emperor when he was not yet the King of Qin.
There are also newcomers who have just been recruited as doctors.
There are also those who came to Qin in order to recruit wise men after the First Emperor became the Queen of Qin. They were neither new nor old.
They were frightened, panicked and at a loss.
They stared blankly at the cliff where the First Emperor disappeared, their hearts filled with disbelief.
This extremely real world is now extremely illusory in their eyes.
Your Majesty, are you dead?
Your Majesty, how could you die?
They chattered their mouths, trembled their hands, and trembled their feet. Each one of them was very important, and any one of them could make the world move. However, his performance at this moment was extremely bad.
Like a child who has lost his mother, a disciple who has been expelled from his master, and a rebellious person who cannot be tolerated by heaven and earth.
They were so clever in the past that they lost their ability to think.
Their eyes moved from the edge of the cliff to the thick blood, the headless corpse, and the figures of Zhang Han and Li Si standing side by side.
The heart that was bumping around in all directions in the body, as if it didn't belong to them, was suddenly supported by the backbone that suddenly appeared!
Listen to the doctor's orders...Listen to the left prime minister...
Don’t stand out, don’t make decisions.
No merit, no mistake.
"From today until the end of Xianyang, you are not allowed to go out without the protection of Langguan. If you violate this rule, don't blame Han for not recognizing his old friendship, killing your relatives out of righteousness, and wronging all your lords first."
Under the supervision of the Shadow Secret Guards, the ministers descended the mountain in silence and orderly.
He was unable to lift his feet and walked mechanically, like a walking corpse.
Among the crowd, Zhao Gongming, who was riding a black tiger, had a dark face and a frown.
A group of shadow secret guards stared at him eagerly, holding Qin swords, and it seemed that they would chop down with the swords in the next second!
Zhang Han, who was highly skilled in martial arts, walked through the surrounding shadow guards and came to Zhao Gongming.
"Zhao Shangqing, please get off the tiger."
The colorful black tiger felt threatened, shook its head impatiently, lowered its body and pounced, its mouth opened and saliva dripped.
Zhao Gongming patted the word "王" on Heihu's head hard to calm Heihu's mood.
"The crowd is dense now. I will get down from the tiger and follow you. If I don't control it, the black tiger may hurt people. When the crowd disperses, I will come down, release the tiger back to the mountain, and follow you to Xianyang."
Zhang Han was silent for a moment and nodded.
"Can."
He has seen the power of this black tiger. Without Zhao Gongming's control, it is really difficult to subdue this black tiger, and it will cost at least a dozen shadow secret guards' lives.
The beast can't speak, so there's no need to hook up with a thousand-choice secret guard for a black tiger who can't leak secrets.
On the top of the mountain, the crowd gradually thinned out.
Zhao Gongming narrowed his eyes, and his eyes changed from clear to blurry.
He turned his head, looking at the place where the First Emperor fell from the cliff, and lowered his head slightly.
The blurry vision was still blurry, and there was no color in the monotonous white. He saw nothing...
Suddenly, a fierce black flash appeared in his eyes!
Following this, there was a cold and stern voice.
"Zhao Shangqing, please get off the tiger."
Zhao Gongming closed his eyes and opened them again, and saw Zhang Han, who had been in front of the black tiger, changed his position behind the black tiger, blocking his eyes.
The black-faced man stared at Zhang Han's face.
"Your mood is much more stable than you let on."
Zhang Han had a cold face and remained unmoved. He repeated in an aggravated voice:
"Zhao Shangqing, please get off the tiger!"
Zhao Gongming gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, and he said harshly unwillingly:
"There is no one around now, Zhang Han, tell me! Your Majesty is not dead, is he?"
Zhao Gongming stared at Zhang Han.
His qi-gazing technique did not see the boundless noble black bird. He pinched his fingers and calculated the numbers five times, but there was no trace of Ziwei!
But the black-faced man just didn't want to believe that the First Emperor was dead.
Zhang Han's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and without saying a word, he slashed down with one sword!
The long sword hangs down like a rainbow from the sky!
anyone!
Talking about His Majesty’s life and death!
Anyone suspected of undermining His Majesty's plan!
Kill them all!
