late at night.
Yan State, Valley Frontline.
"What? You don't believe it?" Meng Tian asked with a sneer.
"With His Royal Highness the Crown Prince presiding over the government, how could such a ridiculous decision be made?" Big Iron Hammer said angrily.
"It seems that you don't know yet. The thing that King Yan is offering to me, King Qin, is the head of your Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Yan!
Hahaha..." After laughing, he then joked: "He has led people to escape from Yandu behind you. How does it feel to be abandoned by your own king? "
"You are confusing the public with your evil words and disrupting the morale of our military. You..."
"Whether I am deceiving the public with my lies or not, the general has the answer in his mind."
…
He was wearing a gold-plated black robe, and his white hair was fluttering in the wind under a hairband. His face was as handsome as a knife, and his figure was burly, but his lines were smooth, like a cheetah.
Wearing a golden ring on one hand, the other hand held a sword with a rather strange hilt shape.
He wandered through valleys and woods.
Snowflakes the same color as his hair fell.
It was very cold and she was waiting for him, but he was not in a hurry.
His name is Wei Zhuang, one of Guigu Zongheng and... contemporary Guiguzi.
Although he is not as superior to his senior brothers as other Guiguzi.
The sword is the king of hundreds of soldiers.
A swordsman holding a peerless sword can dominate the world.
It is a pleasure to enjoy the feeling of becoming stronger within these three feet.
But the place that the sword can attack is only within three feet of the body. No matter how sharp the sword is, it cannot cut through the sky or the earth.
Zhuangzi, the supreme master of Taoism, once said that swords are divided into three categories: common people's sword, princes' sword, and emperor's sword.
But in fact, the so-called swords of princes and emperor's sword are just swords of power based on violence, and swords of greater power.
In this era of broken etiquette, rights seem to be more important than anything else.
Because when there is no power, a person's fate can only be decided by others.
But when you have power, you can shape your destiny.
It’s not that there are no laws and right and wrong in this world, it’s just that the word “justice” seems so pale in front of interests and wins and losses.
Suddenly, he stopped.
arrive.
"Lord Wei Zhuang." A charming woman in red walked out of the woods ahead.
The woman has an exquisite figure and a delicate face. The jade beads on her earrings are entwined with small snakes. She has a very individual and flamboyant snake-shaped hair with gold and red embellishments.
Through her charming smile, you can vaguely see her pure appearance when she was young.
"Well, how is "business"?" Wei Zhuang asked indifferently.
In front of his little red flower, he will always show his coldest and most determined side unconsciously, even if sometimes his eyes will soften unconsciously.
"Very good, your friend is very trustworthy.
I'm curious, who is "he"? He was able to spend so much money to trade with us. "Chi Lian said to Wei Zhuang with a smile.
The leader of Liusha is Wei Zhuang, and the person in charge of member scheduling is Chi Lian.
She is also the only Quicksand member who has lived with the Quicksand leader for a long time.
She was very happy because she made a lot of money. With this money, he was one step closer to completing his goal.
"A name that is about to disappear from this world forever does not need to be remembered." Wei Zhuang said calmly.
The storm in his heart has calmed down, and the wind and thunder in his eyes have been extinguished.
"Will "he" die? This is the financial list he sent. Do you want to see it?" Chi Lian asked curiously, then reached out and handed the list to Wei Zhuang.
But Wei Zhuang did not answer, nor did he accept the list.
"No need, she will give you everything that should be given to Liusha, exactly as it is." Wei Zhuang said with a sharp look in his eagle eyes.
"You trust "him" very much. It seems that your friend is very trustworthy." Chi Lian smiled very happily, and that bright smile vaguely reminded Wei Zhuang of when they were young.
"You are wrong, she is not my friend, and she is not trustworthy." Wei Zhuang said with a slightly sarcastic smile.
"It's just that they all know the price of breaking their promise to me!"
…
At the same time, on a certain road, a beautiful woman took a girl and left in a carriage, escorted by a group of Mohist disciples.
The woman had a pair of dark purple pupils, as bright as purple gems, a thin ponytail, a vine purple and white headscarf, bangs on her forehead, and thin and long eyebrows. She had a delicate face, simple clothes, but Hard to conceal the charm.
Their chances of escape are rare and costly.
Because this opportunity was snatched away from the Qin army, Luo Sheng, and the masters of the Yin and Yang family, and from fate.
And the price is their Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess.
The carriage drove through the changing of the sun and the moon, thousands of miles of stars and rivers, and the horse's hooves trampled through the famous mountains, rivers and lakes.
The final destination will be the last pure land in this world...
Even this pure land will soon be turned into powder under the hooves of the Qin army.
By the way, there is also a copper box containing something unknown, lying quietly on the carriage.
…
On the convoy of the envoy sent by the State of Yan to the State of Qin to beg for peace, in a wooden box, a head that was 90% similar to Yan Dan was pickled with lime and lay quietly in the box as a symbol of the State of Yan. A gift to surrender to Qin.
The King of Yan ordered: Kill Yan Dan.
Is Yan Dan really dead?
Maybe not, but that doesn't matter anymore.
The name Yandan is dead.
…
Yan State, Valley Frontline.
The light of dawn cuts through the depths of the night.
Meng Tian still failed to persuade the Yan army, but his purpose of disrupting the morale of the Yan army was successfully achieved.
The elite soldiers of the Meng family and the Wang family are attacking Yan's defense line with all their strength.
After a night of fierce fighting, the Yan army was nearly wiped out.
However, Meng Tian admired him for being so tenacious despite being abandoned by his king.
The man wielding the hammer was also close to exhaustion. Under the siege of waves of enemies who feared no death, even a god would be tired and injured.
That man was really tough. All his companions around him had died in the battle, but he still clung to the already lost defense line.
Hot blood soaked the ice and snow, and the wills of both sides fought endlessly in this cold wind.
Meng Tian was riding a horse, running slowly towards the front line of the valley.
Wang Jian's eagle eyes were slightly cold, staring at the soldiers fighting bloody battles in front.
Suddenly, lines of ink sword energy flew, and an ink painting spread out.
"They are from the Mo family!" The man behind Meng Tian and Wang Jian, holding a golden-handled Yin Qi and a heavy sword, riding a horse and wearing the black armor of the Qin army, said sullenly.
Dozens of Qin soldiers around the man had fallen to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
He was seen holding the Mo family's "Mo Mei", wearing a black robe and a bamboo hat on his head, making it difficult to see his face. He looked a bit like the former "Six-fingered Black Man".
"Let's go!" The man said to the big hammer without saying much.
Then he turned around and looked coldly at Meng Tian and Wang Jian who had walked not far away from him, and behind them, Zhi Ri, who had been fighting with him for many days.
