In the maple-like woods, the shadows of the trees are mottled and swaying.
Tang Ci just stepped on the leaves, making a crunching sound, and strode forward.
There is a sword in his hand.
The sword is very ordinary, not even a magic weapon.
It's just a habit he uses.
In the world he once lived in, the sword in his hand was given many names.
Almost everyone in the world believed that his sword was an unparalleled magical weapon.
But unfortunately, it was not the case. He was just an ordinary iron sword forged by Blacksmith Zhang from the east of the city. It took him two hours to forge it.
The real magic weapon is Tang Ci, not the sword in his hand.
With the help of Feng Linyi, he fought with many masters who used swords to the extreme through virtual simulations or photos taken by Luo Tiandian.
I have felt their swordsmanship, their will, and the essence of their sword use.
The so-called sword intention, sword heart, and sword power are actually a way of using the 'sword' to penetrate and explain one's own thoughts and will.
So Tang Ci held the sword in his hand and acted very plainly, like an ordinary person who could only use a sword.
But you can't say that he has nothing.
The two monks who came out of Cui Jin's army looked at Tang Ci who came unexpectedly and looked at each other.
Although Tang Ci looks very ordinary.
But they are not careless.
"The Pingyao Army is doing business, and there are a lot of people waiting. Why don't you quickly get out of the way?" The bald monk among the two monks said to Tang Ci.
Tang Ci looked at Shi Daqi and said, "The military advisor asked me to come to meet you."
Shi Daqi, who had been in despair just now, suddenly felt a little relaxed.
He still has great trust in the military advisor.
After hearing what Tang Ci said to Shi Daqi, the two monks didn't need to say anything, and each of them held up a bone shield.
The other person had already waved the magic weapon in his hand, turning into a bloody wind and blowing towards Tang Ci.
Just do it, no unnecessary nonsense.
Tang Ci, however, drew out the sword in his hand without haste.
Then he simply thrust out his sword.
The next moment, Xue Feng was torn into pieces. This simple stabbing move seemed to carry an incomprehensible impact.
It directly shocked the minds of the two monks.
Immediately afterwards, Tang Ci used the second sword.
This sword moves in an arc.
The arc is like a circle. After sliding across the arc with a little force, the curse, evil spirits and impact on the bone shield are all resolved and returned.
This sword shattered the bone shield.
The two monks hiding behind the bone shield had their throats pierced.
The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, the sun is setting over the long river.
These two consecutive swords may be most reasonably and appropriately explained by saying that this sentence is a poem.
It is always a circle, and it is a natural scene.
But it is perfect and harmonious, very simple and caters to all things.
The sword... is a tool, an acquired creation, and at the same time, it is always 'disharmonious' to nature.
But at this moment, in Tang Ci's hands, it is very harmonious.
It's like it 'grew' on its own.
The two monks simply died.
It looks like an ordinary sword, but it actually contains powerful 'sword intent'.
That was the 'penetration' of Tang Ci's will. When Tang Ci's sword pierced their throats, it also pierced their souls.
For monks, a broken chest, a broken throat, or even a destroyed body are not necessarily death.
But if the soul is broken, then death is inevitable.
Killed two monks who were chasing Shi Daqi with one sword.
Tang Ci did not sheath the sword.
Instead, he looked into the distance with burning eyes.
Shi Daqi walked carefully behind Tang Ci, also looking at something in trance.
A dark cloud roared in from a distance.
At the same time, Tang Ci held a sword in one hand, far away, and had already swung the sword.
After striking the sword, Tang Ci grunted and took two steps back.
But the dark clouds just tore apart and dispersed.
"Let's go!" Tang Ci grabbed Shi Daqi's arm and ran quickly.
In the coalition camp, the deputy general next to Cui Jin had a black rune shattered in his hand, and at the same time a sword mark was cut that was difficult to heal.
Tang Ci rescued Shi Daqi with one man and one sword.
After reuniting with Feng Linye, Shi Daqi led the troops retained by Feng Linye and quickly returned to his territory.
Along the way, he was intercepted by several people.
Feng Linwen only made normal suggestions, but never took action directly or pushed forward with brute force.
So much so that the road to 'escape' seemed extremely difficult and difficult.
After returning to his own territory, Shi Daqi had lost more than ten kilograms and became seriously ill.
Then, under Feng Linyi's 'inspiration', he went into seclusion for several days to sort out a set of core theories, and then began to promote slogans and ideas.
This also marks that Shi Daqi has gradually become an organized, disciplined and tightly organized leader with core ideas from the original three-no-rebel thief who was unorganized, undisciplined and had no fixed core goal.
This is also an inevitable element for a rebel team not from a wealthy family to achieve final victory.
And under the guidance of this core idea.
Some monks who were not willing to continue to be enslaved, and a small number of monks from sects who were also dissatisfied with the status quo of cannibalism, joined Shi Daqi's team with expectations and hopes, and gathered under Shi Daqi's command.
At this time, the original weapon army was also broken up and reorganized.
It is no longer simply a matter of bearing the name of Shi Daqi.
It was renamed the "Living Army" by Shi Daqi.
Rebellion is only for the living. Everyone has the right to live, not anyone's pigs, sheep, cattle and horses to be slaughtered.
The living army initially only operated on a small scale.
Gradually, with the help of Feng Linhui, the momentum became more and more powerful.
During the final decisive battle between the coalition forces and the Qin army, the living army had quietly occupied a small part of the country. Although they abandoned many important towns, they conquered some powerful families one by one.
At this time, the coalition forces realized that the momentum was wrong and wanted to turn their guns and attack back to wipe out the living army.
However, he was entangled by the Qin army and could not escape at all.
In the coalition camp, Cui Jin's face became darker and darker after receiving constant reports.
He didn't expect that he didn't care about letting go of a little person at the beginning.
Now he has grown into a close enemy. What's more troublesome is that he can only sit back and watch this trouble get bigger, but he can't get rid of it.
After thinking about it carefully, he lit a stick of incense.
A blurry figure floated out of the black fireworks.
Cui Jin respectfully reported the hidden dangers brought by Shi Daqi.
The blurry figure twisted a few times, and then threw out a sentence: "We are fighting against Qin State's old pavilion, and it has reached a critical moment. It is difficult to mobilize manpower, so we can only send one person to kill him. It will only take half a month. Inside, I want you to capture the capital of Qin."
After saying that, the figure disappeared.
Cui Jin sighed, and then summoned all the princes to discuss how to quickly seize the capital and completely destroy the Qin Kingdom.
