The descendants of Guigu Zongheng have always practiced two different internal skills and mental methods.
The horizontal sword practice is combined with the horizontal heart method, and the vertical sword practice is combined with the vertical heart method. The inner strength produced by the vertical and horizontal practice is like brothers born from the same child, and they can clearly perceive each other's existence.
Feeling the fleeting breath, Wei Zhuang rushed towards the north city of Xinzheng.
He once read a complete map of Xinzheng through Han Fei and noticed a watchtower in the north city of Xinzheng.
You can advance and attack, you can retreat and defend, you can advance and retreat, you can move horizontally and vertically, it is the Tianshu position of the entire Xinzheng City.
As expected, this is the place, and only here, that is worthy of being the place where the descendants of Guigu Zongheng meet again.
Wei Zhuang held the curved sword hilt and looked at the figure dressed in white holding a long sword upside down. The excitement in his eyes almost overflowed from his eyes.
"Brother."
"Xiao Zhuang."
Judging from the two people's stern faces that had been expressionless for almost ten thousand years, the reunion in Guigu Zongheng did not seem to be too joyful. But whether it was the excitement in Wei Zhuang's eyes or the slightly soft eyebrows of Gai Nie, it could be seen that Heng Yizong was not at peace in his heart.
Choking!
Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie drew their swords almost at the same time and started fighting on the watchtower.
Bursts of crisp sounds came from the top of the watchtower, sometimes crisp and sometimes dull, as if someone was ringing chimes on top of the watchtower for the reunion of Ghost Valley.
The sound of the chimes seemed to be playing more and more intensely, as if it was about to reach the climax of the music score. Two extreme sword intentions also rose into the sky, as if pulling the entire area into a world of only swords.
One of the sword spirits is calm and restrained, like the royal way coming from the roaring river, while the other sword spirit is violent and ferocious, like the domineering force coming from the roaring fire.
The sky-high sword energy clashed in the air, and streams of orange sword energy and ice blue sword energy spit out from the sharp swords in the hands of the two men, as if they were venting the fighting spirit in their hearts.
The sword energy clashed from the top to the bottom of the watchtower. As the two figures, black and white, jumped up for the last time on the watchtower that had already been riddled with holes due to the sword energy clash. , ended with the collision of the cross-eight sword, the secret skill of horizontal swordsmanship, and the hundred-step flying sword, the secret skill of vertical swordsmanship, and the watchtower completely collapsed beside the two of them.
"You still like Tianshu's position so much, senior brother."
"Tianshu is the guideline of heaven and man. If you go against it, you will definitely fail even if you succeed."
"First of all, the Yuanfang Gate, although it can be restored, is not its limit. You have not neglected Master's teachings."
However, I don't know if it was a coincidence or deliberate, but under the command of Tang Qi, the master of Qi Jue Hall, the sulfur stones shot into the sky, illuminating the dark night into day.
Two figures, one black and one white, with their clothes fluttering in the strong wind, looked at the direction where the fire brimstones cut through the sky and rushed into the sky, and looked at each other as if they were feeling something.
"The common people are miserable, and the world is miserable."
"There are hundreds of schools of thought, but I am the only one who controls them all."
As the two men finished speaking, pieces of fire and brimstone exploded in the air, sputtering out streaks of bright fire.
Well, the descendants of Guigu can be incompetent in civility and martial arts, but the cards cannot be lost.
Maybe this generation of Guigu descendants are not as good as the previous Guigu descendants in terms of civil and martial arts, but in terms of cards... they definitely meet the evaluation of "Guigu's most outstanding descendants in three hundred years".
In the Zilan Pavilion in the distance, looking at the North City that looked like daylight, the original watchtower turned into ruins, and the dignitaries nearby were also horrified.
Han Fei and Li Si looked at each other and took a sip of Zilanxuan's specialty cold dew orchid brew, and couldn't help but think of those words.
"A chivalrous person uses force to break the ban", what he said is indeed true.
However, Han Fei was still hesitating about one thing.
As a Korean Sikou, should he lead the troops at this moment to arrest those two guys who openly destroyed military facilities and put them in the Sikou Mansion Prison?
At this moment, in Zhang Ji's mansion in Xinzheng North City,
The stars twinkled tonight, there was no cloud in the sky, and the snow-white moonlight fell on the courtyard covered with petals and leaves, giving people a hazy feeling of confusion.
The autumn wind rustled, and a fallen leaf drifted and fell in the pond in the courtyard.
The golden leaves fell silently into the water, causing a slight ripple in the water, creating ripples on the surface of the water.
The ripples slowly dispersed, and a white figure was reflected on the water.
Zhang Ji slowly walked across the small bridge over the pond and came to the white figure.
It was a slender figure, dressed in white with a plain poncho.
Hair not tied up. Wearing white clothes with a plain poncho and a sword at his waist, the clothes look extremely simple, but if you look closely, you can notice that the white cloth is embroidered with light silver dragon patterns.
Noticing Zhang Ji's movement, the figure in white also turned slightly. His behavior was elegant, his spirit was extraordinary, and he showed the aura of a hidden dragon.
The only pity is that the owner of this figure is wearing a silver mask to hide his face.
Zhang Ji looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure with a hint of excitement in his eyes.
Because the person standing in front of him was Ying Zheng, the current king of Qin, the future First Emperor, and the only emperor of the ages!
Although Ying Zheng at this moment does not look as domineering and arrogant as the later First Emperor, but instead looks a little green and immature.
However, it is precisely because of this youthfulness and immaturity that Ying Zheng at this moment feels as warm as the sun, or more approachable.
Originally, he had never thought that Ying Zheng would appear in his house, but when he thought about it carefully, it was very reasonable.
Everyone knows that the place where Gai Nie, the chief swordsmanship teacher and bodyguard of the King of Qin, appears is likely to be where the King of Qin, Ying Zheng, appears. Therefore, any spy from the Six Kingdoms who hears about the King of Qin leaving the palace will keep a close eye on Gai Nie. .
Zhang Ji's mansion is the safest place in Xinzheng.
First of all, with Zhang Ji's residence as the center, the area within half a mile has been cleared by the net. Secondly, Zhang Ji's mansion not only gathered a large number of net killers, but also hundreds of Mohist god-killing swordsmen. It can be said that no place is safer than here.
While Zhang Ji was sizing up Ying Zheng, Ying Zheng was also sizing up Zhang Ji.
Zhang Ji's name is no stranger to Ying Zheng.
In other words, in today's world, anyone who is literate and reads will not be unfamiliar with this name.
Because of Zhang Ji, the carrier of text changed, turning bulky bamboo slips into thin, cheap and easy-to-carry paper.
If Ying Zheng was still hesitant about whether to take the risk to enter Korea and invite a Korean prince to Qin, then after learning about Zhang Ji's existence, Ying Zheng was completely determined to come to Korea.
Ying Zheng turned around slowly, smiled slightly, and bowed to Zhang Ji.
"Mr. Zhang Ji, I have been friends with him for a long time."
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