Fifteen days ago, Yandu.
Yanchunjun's residence.
Yan Chunjun was on the high platform, watching the beauty dancing in front of him with great interest.
On the dark red luxurious seat, Yan Chunjun hugged him from left to right and slowly ate the fruits and vegetables that the beauty gave him.
He heard the shouts of death and the signal outside.
But he was not in a hurry, and he didn't even feel the slightest crisis.
This is not the first time he has been assassinated. The snare people and his guards will solve everything for him.
He is the younger brother of King Yan Xi. He has a distinguished status and is surrounded by many guards. Could it be that a few low-level untouchables assassinated him at the request of him?
Curtains are hung in the room one after another. Behind the curtains, one can vaguely see figures standing with swords outside the window. Only shadows can be seen through the windows. Dozens of dense shadows tightly protect the geese. Harujun's safety.
A pair of sharp swords, shining with the unique cold light of cold weapons under the moon, waiting for the moment to drink blood with their master.
In addition to them, there are dozens of killers on standby on the rafters, plus the dozens of killers who were brought out by Jueying just now. The room in front of Yan Chunjun alone is guarded by No. 100 guards, many of whom are no less than A master of trapping and killing, a top-notch killer.
Originally, there were far fewer guards in this room, but the assassin foolishly chose to attack directly.
This gave them the opportunity to gather here, although the assassin was unlikely to break through the encirclement and suppression by Jueying and others.
But he was not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. Before leaving, Jueying transferred all the guards in the mansion here and sent a signal to summon the defenders of King Yan's capital for support.
That assassin was really asking for his own death.
Lord Yan Chunjun's residence is the Palace of Hell to the assassins. Once you enter, you will never come back!
There were swords and swords outside, and there was singing and dancing inside.
You can know the whole leopard by looking into a tube, and you can know the autumn by looking at a leaf. Sometimes, you will find that the big things can be seen from the small things, and the important things of the family and the country are contained in every small thing.
Accompanied by the delicacies presented by the beauty and watching the groups of dancers dancing in front of him, Lord Yan Chun was filled with joy.
Rows of lights illuminated the room like daylight.
Suddenly, dozens of unknown objects fell from the beams and hit the ground, making a series of sounds.
The sharp-eyed guards noticed at a glance that dozens of corpses had fallen from the beams!
And they are all the bodies guarded by Lord Yan Chun.
"not good!"
"The assassin is in the rafters!"
"Protect Lord Yanchun, hurry up..."
Suddenly, a figure holding a sword fell from the beam, bursts of crimson sword light accompanied by splashes of blood, wailings and screams before death, and straight sword marks, twisted and sprinkled on the room. On that gorgeous window.
In just a few breaths, he had already turned around and returned to the gate.
In just a few breaths of time, dozens of guards were killed.
Yan Chunjun pushed aside the beauty beside him, waved away the dancers, stood up suddenly, held the sword in his hand, walked a few steps forward, crossed the table, and walked to the steps, wanting to go down and find out.
But retreated.
At this time, even someone as big-hearted as Yan Chunjun realized that something was wrong.
The demon-like figure stopped quietly in front of the door, and the strong wind picked up his thick robe and long hair, flying in the air.
Suddenly, the door opened suddenly, and with a biting wind mixed with sword energy, all the lights in the room were instantly extinguished.
"You, you, who are you and why did you want to assassinate Yan?
Do you know that Yan is the brother of King Yan and belongs to the royal family of the Yan Kingdom? If you kill Yan, the Yan Kingdom will hunt you down with all its strength, and there will no longer be a place for you in the world! "Yan Chunjun roared excitedly at Wei Zhuang.
At this moment, this powerful man in the Yan Kingdom finally knew what fear was when he was facing death.
Wei Zhuang did not answer him, but dragged the shark-tooth sword that was still dripping with blood backwards and walked step by step like Yan Chunjun.
The shark-tooth sword drew sparks in the ground, like the dividing line between hell and the world.
With every step he took, Wei Zhuang's momentum increased, and the sense of oppression became stronger. The huge pressure made Yan Chunjun unable to breathe. Under the huge pressure, Yan Chunjun collapsed. On the ground.
"Who are you? Why do you want to kill Yan?
I'll give you money, I'll give you an official job, I'll give you a woman, but don't kill me! Do not kill me!
I can give you anything! I have a lot of money..." The bronze sword fell to the ground with a clang as its owner collapsed. Yan Chunjun no longer dared to pick it up. He just stepped back a few steps with his hands on the ground until his back was leaning against his table. , he realized that he had no way to retreat.
Hearing this, Wei Zhuang's lips curved into a sarcastic arc, and at the last moment of Yan Chunjun's life, he gave him a sarcastic smile.
Is he an evil ghost from hell, or a great demon that brings trouble to the world?
Hundreds of guards were killed by him. Such terrible killing skills were probably not sword skills at all, but the magic skills of monsters.
"Are you a human or a ghost? Are you an evil spirit seeking life? Are you a demon from hell?
What on earth are you..." Yan Chunjun was already in despair at this moment, and under the pressure of Wei Zhuang's huge murderous intent, he was a little insane.
Accompanied by a yellow domineering sword light, a streak of blood spattered on the gorgeous document and the pretty face of a dancing girl.
The noise stopped abruptly.
Looking at these beautiful dancers, Wei Zhuang did not choose to kill them.
Since he is an evil ghost in hell, he must leave something as a clue to the people in the world, right?
"The murderer, quicksand, Wei Zhuang!"
At this moment, on a high platform in Yan Chunjun's residence, a man wearing Qin army armor and holding a long sword with a heavy Yin energy was silently looking at Wei Zhuang who was going on a killing spree.
A snare covers the sun.
He wanted to save Yan Chunjun. As a core member of Luo Wang, he knew very well the value of Yan Chunjun to Luo Wang.
But after looking at the shark teeth and the domineering sword power of its master, thinking about it and not coming to support, the Frightened Salamander cut off the water and covered the sun. In the end, it did nothing. It silently moved its body and disappeared in a few breaths. In Yan Chunjun's residence, it was as if he had never appeared before.
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Fifteen days later, Xianyang.
Jing Ke looked at Gai Nie with a dark complexion.
"Are you interested in serving Da Qin?" Gai Nie asked Jing Ke.
"You think you can bribe me like this?
Then you are wrong. The great man has treated me with courtesy, and I must repay him with death.
For fear of death, I will not join the Mohist family. As the saying goes, the world is all white, but I am the only one who is black. That’s it.
You and I have a relationship, and I treat you as a close friend. Why do you insult me so much? "Jing Ke's face was extremely cold, and he asked Gai Nie in anger.
Under the dim light, the two people had a rare argument.
Genie rarely argued with others, and seldom spoke in such a long way.
Because he is Jing Ke...
Jing Ke talked a lot and could talk to anyone, and he was very loyal. He had never had such an quarrel with his friends.
Because he is Genie.
"Wow!" Jing Ke's low roar woke up Tian Ming, who was sleeping soundly. Xiao Tian Ming, whose sleep was disturbed, burst into tears, but the moment he looked at Jing Ke, he burst into laughter for some reason.
Jing Ke looked at "Winning" Tianming with a dark complexion.
"How many years has this war between the princes lasted? How many people died in this war?
The suffering suffered by ordinary people cannot be recorded in history books, and the number of people who died cannot be counted.
In fact, no one will remember them at all...
You don’t understand King Qin or his ambitions!
It was time for him to end this catastrophe that had lasted for hundreds of years.
And now, to a certain extent, the right to determine the future of the world lies in our hands!
After this huge battle, the Seven Kingdoms will no longer exist, replaced by an unprecedented empire and an unprecedented prosperous age!
In this land, people with the same origin have once again become the people of each country, with cars on the same track, books on the same text, and the universe unified. "
"Do you really believe that everything you expected will happen?
A prosperous age that has never been seen before, a prosperous age that has never been seen before...
Do you think that's something a person can do? "Jing Ke is no longer angry, but instead is unusually calm.
He asked Gai Nie calmly. He felt that Gai Nie was crazy, but he also felt that he was wrong because he was Gai Nie, one of Guigu Zongheng, and he could not be crazy.
What did Ying Zheng do?
So many talents, heroes, and even Guigu disciples like Gai Nie, who are so talented and talented, all fanatically believe that he can do what so many sages and saints have never done for thousands of years?
He was not a quiet person, but his face was as cold as ice at the moment.
“Is it impossible?
Since I became the chief swordsman of the Qin Kingdom, I have seen with my own eyes that Ying Zheng has done so many things that others think are impossible. "
"If there must be a reason for this, just because he is Ying Zheng, that's enough!"
