Ying Ziqing looked at Lu Buwei and said indifferently:
"Xiangguo, if you don't use any other tricks, you won't have a chance..."
There was a look of madness in Lu Buwei's eyes, and he shook his body and said:
"Okay, okay, you forced me to do this."
The aura in Lu Buwei's body continued to surge, reaching the peak of the innate in an instant, but it was not over yet. The internal force in Lu Buwei's body crossed the innate and entered the realm of the true spirit with almost no obstacles.
The manic and violent momentum instantly broke through Ying Ziqing's previous restrictions, and Master Zhenling's pressure leaked out, making the ministers behind him almost breathless.
However, Ying Ziqing was extremely calm, and even Ying Zheng beside him did not feel this pressure under his protection.
Ying Ziqing rubbed his chin and said calmly:
"You will be able to break through to the middle stage of True Spirit in no time. It's a good cultivation level, but it's a little weaker than I expected."
A flash of horror flashed in Lu Buwei's eyes, which was then replaced by a fierce light.
"Jie Jie, although I am a little worse than you in cultivation, I am not the only one with the true spirit level."
His eyes swept across the ministers and palace guards, and he said coldly:
"Zhi Sun, what are you waiting for? Come out and kill this bad handsome man and Ying Zheng together with me!"
However,
After a long time, no one stood up, and the wind seemed to be filled with an awkward atmosphere.
Lu Buwei gritted his teeth and roared:
"Hide the sun! What are you waiting for! I am your master, come with me and kill the bad handsome man!"
There was still no sound in the whole place,
A smile couldn't help but appear on Ying Ziqing's face under the mask.
There was a hint of ridicule in his hoarse tone,
"It seems that your master is not very popular. Why, Prime Minister, do you need my help?"
Lu Buwei turned his head and looked at Ying Ziqing angrily. A short sword as black as ink appeared in his hand.
"It doesn't matter, even if the sun is not covered, with this murderous weapon, the Fish Intestine Sword, which can break the protective aura of the true spirit, we still don't know who will win!"
After saying that, Lu Buwei suddenly stepped on the stone bricks under his feet. The stone bricks and the surrounding areas were cracked inch by inch, and he rushed towards Ying Ziqing. He thrust the fish intestine sword forward in his hand and stabbed straight into Ying Ziqing's heart.
In his opinion, even if Ying Ziqing has the cultivation level of the middle stage of True Spirit, the gap between them will be infinitely narrowed by the Yuchang Sword.
What a pity he doesn’t know is,
Ying Ziqing's cultivation is only at the middle stage of True Spirit, and his Zhiyang internal energy has reached the peak level of True Spirit.
Just when Lu Buwei was about to approach him, Ying Ziqing moved, and with his right hand pressed on the handle of the knife, he suddenly pulled out the Greedy Wolf from his waist and struck forward.
A clanging sound,
Lu Buwei, who was holding the fish intestine sword, was sent flying. Lu Buwei mobilized the power of heaven and earth to stabilize his body.
He glanced at the Yuchang Sword in his hand, and then saw the coldness in Ying Ziqing's hand, the intact Heng Dao Tan Lang,
He said in disbelief: "What kind of weapon is that of yours? It can actually withstand the fish intestine sword!"
Ying Ziqing sneered, and of course he would not answer Lu Buwei's words. Instead, he directly stepped forward with the sword, and the greedy wolf in his hand slashed towards Lu Buwei's body in an arc.
When Lu Buwei was about to use his inner strength to retreat, he found that there seemed to be a strong feeling of rejection towards him in the world.
This feeling of rejection almost made it difficult for him to move even an inch, and the inner strength of the true spirit in the early stages of his body could not be mobilized at all.
Ying Ziqing slashed his chest with a knife,
Lu Buwei's body was hit hard on the floor tiles, the knife marks on his chest were deep enough to see the bones, and blood kept pouring out.
Zhanri, who was hidden among the crowd not far away, swallowed subconsciously. Fortunately, he did not show up to confront Lu Buwei against Ying Ziqing.
He believed that even if the two of them worked together, it would be the difference between killing one ant or two for Ying Ziqing.
In front of him, Lu Buwei controlled the internal force in his body to suppress the blood flowing out, and looked at Ying Ziqing with fear in his eyes.
"You, you are not in the middle stage of True Spirit?!"
Ying Ziqing put Tanlang's sword into its scabbard and smiled slightly.
"The answer is correct, but there is no reward. The time is almost up. It's time for you, Prime Minister, to get on your way."
The golden thunder lines between Ying Ziqing's eyebrows suddenly lit up,
A golden arc of electricity danced in his eyes, he raised his right hand and pointed at the sky,
In an instant, large dark clouds enveloped the sky, and there were faint golden lightning and rumbling thunder in the clouds.
As Ying Ziqing's fingers fell,
Several golden thunderbolts mixed with burning flames fell from the sky pillar. At this moment, all living beings fell into a daze under this terrifying scene that was like a divine punishment from heaven.
Lu Buwei, who was locked by the thunder, felt a wave of fear from head to toe, as if he had offended the gods above the sky and sent down the divine punishment of annihilation!
Golden thunder and flames instantly covered Lu Buwei, and Lu Buwei was wiped out under the punishment of the brilliant thunder god without even letting out a scream.
Looking at the large piece of charred floor tiles and the remaining sparks, everyone looked at Ying Ziqing again with awe and enthusiasm in their eyes. Such a miracle can be called a fairy alive!
And with the blessing of such immortals, Da Qin will surely be able to sweep away all the wastes and end the chaotic Warring States period!
After Lu Buwei died,
Hidden among the crowd, Hidden Sun, wearing a suit of Forbidden Army armor, walked out, put the Sun Hiding Sword in his hand on the ground, knelt on his knees and said:
"The sinful minister hides himself from the sun and kowtows to the commander-in-chief."
Zhanri's head was almost touching the ground. At this moment, he was very scared, fearing that he would follow Lu Buwei's footsteps in the next second.
Ying Ziqing glanced at it, raised his hand and struck a slender golden thunderbolt into Zie Ri's heart, and said calmly:
"Go and kill the ten Lu Buwei clans now, and I will spare your life."
Feeling the numbness coming from his heart, he covered his head and kowtowed:
"I will obey the commander's orders."
Then the figure disappeared on the high platform.
Then Ying Ziqing glanced at Ying Zheng, faced the courtiers and said:
"The Empress Dowager Zhao Ji, Changxin Hou Lao Ai intends to rebel. Now Lao Ai is punished by being broken into pieces and hanging her head in public. Zhao Ji is imprisoned in Changning Palace and is not allowed to step out. The other ministers can take care of themselves."
After Ying Ziqing finished speaking, the two bad guys escorted Lao Ai and Zhao Ji to leave.
Zhao Ji cried out to Ying Zheng in grief: "Zheng'er, how could my mother plot against you? Ask them to let me go!"
Ying Zheng watched Zhao Ji and Lao Ai being taken away with indifferent eyes. Maybe he still had mother-son affection for Zhao Ji, but when Ying Ziqing informed Ying Zheng of the conspiracy about Zhao Ji and Lao Ai, he His heart was completely dead.
Ying Ziqing glanced at Ying Zheng, who had an indifferent expression, and nodded with satisfaction.
Yes, this is the coldness and majesty that an emperor should have.
Then he came to Ying Zheng and looked into the distance with him.
A flash of red gold cut through the dim night sky, spreading warm radiance in Xianyang City, and the Great Qin Black Dragon flag, illuminated by the dawn light, whistled in the strong wind.
Ying Zheng looked at this scene and murmured:
"Dawn is coming..."
