Qin Shi: Starting from saving Yan Lingji

149 kill him
Dressed in brocade clothes and beautiful clothes, wearing a beautiful golden crown.If you ignore the appearance of kidney deficiency revealed by that horse face, it all shows the noble status of this person.

His long black hair was scattered and loose, making him look particularly embarrassed.

Pushed gently by the beggar-like King of Poisons behind him, the Korean crown prince couldn't control the center of gravity of his body and staggered forward.

When he got up, he saw the young man standing in front of him, his eyes burst out with a strong light of hope.

"Father sent you to save me?" He couldn't stop the rising joy in his heart. Being able to come here, he said that he was very talented in meeting this young man.

Zheng Ze didn't answer, but just looked at the Hundred Poison King who was pinching the prince's collar again and staring at him vigilantly.

"It seems that your master didn't teach you what respect is."

With a light wave of the long sword in his hand, a stream of air flowed in front of him, as if cutting him from the opposite side.At the same time, flames ignited on the long sword, and there was a crackling sound in the air in front of him.

After being burned by the flames, the poisonous Gu turned into invisible fly ash.

The Hundred Poison King snorted softly, "Pretending to be a ghost, that stupid woman Yan Lingji can be confused by you, but this old man can't!"

These days, although Yan Lingji also cooperated with her actions, there was no respect for Tian Ze at all in her words and deeds.If the master hadn't blocked it, he would have made her understand what dignity is.

But seeing Zheng Ze who caused all this, as long as she killed him, she could understand more clearly the consequences of a common man daring to disrespect His Highness Tian Ze.

Seeing the eagerness to move in the eyes of the Hundred Poison King, Zheng Ze raised his mouth slightly. All along, the longer he lived, the more he stuck to his ideas. Even if the ideas were stupid, like making a cage, they were still willing to be in that cage prisoner.

Among Tianze's four attendants, the Hundred Poison King is his most loyal believer, so he has the greatest hostility towards himself who has embarrassed Tianze.

Shaking his head, he raised his sword and pointed at him, "Within three swords, you will kneel down and look at me!"

Before the Hundred Poison King could respond, the figure of Zheng Ze in front of him disappeared instantly.

Seeing this, Hundred Poison King's heart was full of warning signs, and he reacted immediately. A cloud of green poisonous mist gathered in his hands, and he watched his surroundings vigilantly.

Suddenly, a gust of wind hit his face, and the Hundred Poison King gave a soft snort, and swung his right hand towards where the wind came from, causing the poisonous mist to spread forward in an instant.

However, the green mist permeated into the air without causing any abnormal movement. When the Hundred Poison King observed carefully with his old green eyes, a fierce murderous intent immediately hit him.

"The first sword, break the defense." Zheng Ze's voice fell lightly, followed by a sharp sword light, with a cold killing intent, and fell towards the poisonous mist above his hands.

Before he could retract his hands, the sword edge slashed across his palms, and Zheng Ze appeared next to him with blood stained with poison.

The long sword vibrated slightly, shaking off the blood from the blade, without giving the Hundred Poison King any chance to breathe, Zheng Ze once again deceived himself at the speed of the black crow, which the Hundred Poison King could not react to.

This time, he didn't have any intention of hiding, simply directly in front of the King of Hundred Poisons, and made a second sword directly at him.

"Second sword, tendon breaking!"

Along with his voice came his sword.

His movements are elegant but quick, and his sword is sharp and decisive.There was nothing fancy, and without waiting for any counterattack from the aged Hundred Poison King, he had no way to counterattack himself. The blade precisely cut through the meridians on his wrist, picking out a large bloody flower.

"Ah!" This time, the Hundred Poison King couldn't hold back anymore, and let out a painful voice.

At the same time, the green eyes showed panic, how could this be?

Obviously a few days ago, this person was just a scum of the fifth level of internal energy. Even now, he is only at the sixth level of internal energy. How could he have such speed and swordsmanship?
This is not fair!

If he knew that his body and sword skills were so difficult, how could he not ask Da to get so close to fight him.

Baiyue witchcraft is not good at close combat.

Without giving him any chance to express his dissatisfaction, Zheng Ze swung the long sword and pressed his left hand on the blade, the deepest thought in his heart, meaning...

At this moment, he could vaguely see that the long sword in his hand seemed to be injected with something, and then Zheng Ze stepped forward.

"The third sword..."

The sword was like a rainbow, carrying the purest and fiercest cold killing intent, moving towards the Hundred Poison King who was desperately clutching his wrist.

A look of fear appeared on the old face, and he felt a coolness coming from his neck. This kind of coldness seemed to freeze the blood surging in the arteries.

However, the next moment, there was a "ding" sound in my ear.

Of course, this is not some kind of system. The long sword was resting on his neck, and an iron chain protruded out, extending like a poisonous snake around its prey, wrapping around the sword in Zheng Ze's hand a few times, preventing its sharp blade from kissing Baidu Wang's fragile neck.

Along the iron chain, looking all the way to where it came from, the corners of Zheng Ze's mouth raised slightly, his inner breath poured into his arms, and his arms instantly entered a state of exertion.

"Your Majesty!"

The next moment, Hundred Poison King felt an irresistible force from his shoulders, the force as heavy as a mountain made him bend his knees and kneel on the ground in an instant.

At the same time, the internal organs couldn't bear such a force resistance, and a large amount of blood spewed out from the mouth.

A strange figure crossed his arms and walked slowly towards this side. Without a trace of expression on his face, he glanced at the severely injured subordinate, and then set his eyes on Zheng Ze.

"Confidence is a good thing, but it can also be a reason for failure." The bewitching vertical pupils stared at Zheng Ze, and his tone didn't sound good.

The forces in Xinzheng that have contact with him can be roughly divided into Yemu, Quicksand, and unknown forces represented by Zheng Ze. As for the fourth son Han Yu or other forces, they are not directly related to him.

He hates Yemu, ignores quicksand, and ignores Zheng Ze, because the Gu mother who controls him is still in the hands of Yemu, and he does not resist accepting the kindness from others.

But poisonous snakes will not be willing to be driven by control, even at night.If the person in front of him has similar thoughts, he doesn't mind letting him feel the feeling of the night at this time.

Anyway, whether South Korea is chaotic or not, he has the final say.

Withdrawing the sword that was on the shoulder of the Hundred Poison King, Tian Ze also pulled back the iron chain.

"If your subordinates are smart enough, they won't show their teeth at me." Zheng Ze shook his head, took out a handkerchief from his body, and wiped the long sword.

It wasn't intentional to imitate the former owner of Eternal Night to play a good role, but the Hundred Poison King sent it to him, and he just happened to verify his level, and he just happened to test something on the Hundred Poison King.

"If you are smart enough, you shouldn't be here now." Tian Ze's vertical pupils looked at Zheng Ze coldly, his long blue-purple hair moved without wind, and the six iron chains behind him twisted like poisonous snakes, looking for the enemy Take precautions against omissions.

Although he was defeated by Zheng Ze, Tian Ze is not afraid of him.Just like Bai Yifei, he is very strong, but as long as a person has something he cares about, he is not unable to resist.

The crown prince in his hand is his most important bargaining chip, which is used in exchange for the Gu mother who controls him. He doesn't care who sent it to him, as long as the result is right, it doesn't matter.

Zheng Ze shook his head and glanced at him, "You're still not smart enough."

At this time, the prince, who was terrified at first, saw Zheng Ze easily defeating the bad old man who tormented him, and joy surged from the bottom of his heart and surfaced on his face, which was hard to suppress.

"Quick, get me out quickly! Get me out, I can give you whatever you want!" Almost scrambling, the crown prince staggered and ran behind Zheng Ze as if trying to escape, holding him back. His skirt.

Walking to his side, an invisible sense of security enveloped him in an instant. He noticed the Hundred Poison King next to him, pulling Zheng Ze's clothes, and pointed at the Hundred Poison King kneeling on the ground with his other hand.

"Kill him, kill him for the prince. By the way, there is him!" Unable to tell whether it was fear or joy, his body trembled constantly, and he raised his arm and pointed to Tianze not far away.

Although he hid behind Zheng Ze, he still didn't dare to look at Tian Ze's cold vertical pupils, that gaze had formed an indelible fear in his heart.

However, Zheng Ze's brave performance made him suddenly arouse great courage in a short period of time. South Korea still has such a strong courtier, the servant of their royal family, who came to save him.

What else is there to be afraid of?He encouraged himself so in his heart.

"Kill them, I, I will let my father make you a general. They are all trash, all trash!"

He kept talking, and when he talked about it later, he was already a little incoherent, without any context.

Feeling him constantly tugging at his clothes, Zheng Ze frowned, turned around, and looked at the respected Korean prince. At this moment, he bent over and trembled, like a broken spine. A shivering dog hiding in a corner with its tail between its legs.

Seeing this scene, Tian Ze folded his hands on his chest, and stared at him indifferently, without any expression.

The prince's life is now in his hands, and no one can take it away.

"His Royal Highness."

Hearing the voice, the prince raised his head, and at the same time felt that his wrist was suddenly pinched. He wanted to move, but he felt as if he was firmly imprisoned by iron tongs, unable to move.

Taking his hand away, Zheng Ze looked at the brothers of Han Fei and Han Yu, "His Royal Highness wants to kill them?"

Although the other party seems to dislike his hand, the prince at this time has already taken care of this flawlessly, and just keeps nodding, "Yes, I order you, kill these thieves quickly!"

Hearing his voice that seemed to suddenly harden, Zheng Ze raised the corner of his mouth slightly, suddenly raised his hand, and handed the long sword into his hand.

"He has no strength, the prince might as well kill him with his own hands." He fixed his eyes on the prince's frightened and arrogant eyes, and there was a faint flame flickering in his pupils.

Feeling a sword being stuffed in his hand, the prince's first reaction was to tremble. He raised his head blankly and looked at Zheng Ze's face, which was a bit different from what he had imagined.

"No, no..." Holding a sharp weapon in his hand, the prince's body couldn't help shaking like chaff.

"Don't be afraid, just wave your hand, this sword can easily cut through his neck and pierce his blood vessels. Then his blood will be sprayed out continuously, like rain, sprayed on his face when he got close, You can also feel the warmth of the blood. Then you can see him unable to breathe, looking at you in pain, dying slowly."

Zheng Ze's every word seemed to have a kind of magic power, which made him gradually settle down.

"It's okay, he dared to treat you like that, kill him!" Zheng Ze said softly.

"Kill him!" The prince's eyes were a little dull, and he repeated Zheng Ze's voice.

Immediately, the body turned around by itself, step by step towards the Hundred Poison King who was still kneeling on the ground.

"kill him……"

The iron chain behind Tianze waited for the opportunity to move, watching the whole process, he didn't say a word.

But there was a trace of strangeness across the cold face, not to mention Yan Lingji's fire technique, he could even use the fire charm technique.

You must know that Yan Lingji has a special physique, coupled with her unique charm, to be able to use this kind of charm technique.

He didn't know if Zheng Ze had a special physique, at least he didn't feel this unique charm from Zheng Ze.

Just watching the South Korean prince walk towards the seriously injured Hundred Poison King with a dull expression, he looked at the prince of the enemy country with interest, his hands clenched on the hilt of his sword unnaturally, facing the old man in front of him.

Sensing the prince's approaching step by step, the Hundred Poison King's eyes showed nervousness, he looked at Zheng Ze, then at Tian Ze, and couldn't figure out what they were doing for a while.

When the prince took the last step, he stood in front of him, holding his long sword high with both hands.

The dark green pupils of the Hundred Poison King stared at him closely, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, cold and dangerous.

clang-

When the long sword was about to fall, it suddenly fell to the ground without warning, and the prince's face was filled with fear again. He seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and his whole body's bones had been taken out, limp. He collapsed on the ground, holding his head in his hands.

"No, no, I can't kill, I can't kill..."

Seeing his appearance, the corners of Tian Ze's mouth raised slightly, a sarcasm curved.

Seeing this, Zheng Ze sighed. It seems that the fire charm technique can only make people have certain cognitive errors, and it even depends on the psychological state of the person being performed.

This should be regarded as a very clever psychological suggestion, but it is enough.

He stepped forward to pick up the long sword that fell on the ground, and returned it to the sheath.

"Have you played enough?" Tian Ze said lightly.

Facing those vertical pupils again, Zheng Ze nodded, "You will get what you want, he is still useful to me, you should understand what I mean."

As he spoke, he glanced at the prince who was cowering aside.

Tian Ze didn't say anything more about this, two iron chains suddenly came out behind him, one wrapped around the Hundred Poison King, the other wrapped around the prince, and pulled him back behind him.

"I won't accept chips that only exist in your mouth. Maybe you should think about how to explain them to them." He left a faint voice and walked towards the back, which was the unguarded door.

At the same time, several doors opened wide, and Wei Zhuang, Mo Ya and others, as well as the forbidden army behind them broke in.

Looking at these people, Zheng Ze shook his head. When everyone was focused on the chessboard, didn't they think that someone would directly overturn it?

(End of this chapter)