I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

Thousands of mountains welcome the evening mist, and a wild goose descends to Xianyang.

The night is shrouded, and the stars are few and far between.

In Yueyang Palace.

The candlelight shines brightly on the Queen Mother Huayang, whose hair is covered with silver threads. There are pieces of cracked tortoise shells lying on the ground. Her rough and dry skin fingers touch the spiderweb-like lines on it, and she hums an obscure hymn in her nose.

He suddenly opened his eyelids and looked at the direction of the stars in the sky with cloudy eyes, "Tomorrow will be very bad."

The flowers are blooming.

In the dim light and shadow, as the visitor steps in, everything becomes transparent and pure.

Baitao was barefoot, with two golden bells tied around her ankles. As she moved, she seemed to be able to hear a clear, clear sound.

"Ding-ding-"

The palm holding the mountain ghost's money tightly grasped the deer reed sword hanging in front of him.

There was a smile on her lips, but her charming face was a little cold, "Protect your Majesty tomorrow, otherwise, I will take away your soul."

The trembling long sword in her eyes slowly turned into the Emperor's Sword tied around Ying Zheng's waist in the bright hall.

Ying Zheng is sitting in the high hall, wearing a crown that reaches the sky, a straight nose and thin lips, wearing thick black clothes and a gold ribbon at his waist. The morning light shines on his body, shining like a god coming to the world.

The majesty was so overwhelming that no one dared to look up, afraid of drilling into the bones.

When he met the envoy Qin Wuyang, his face was as pale as a dead man.

He suppressed the trembling that came over him until his legs became weak and he fell straight to the ground, "Ouch!"

The Xianyang Hall was solemn and solemn, with the eyes of all the civil and military officials and armored soldiers fixed on him. The Prime Minister Wang Wan who was standing by smiled and said, "You don't even have the strength to walk. Didn't this strong man fill his stomach before coming here?"

"woooooo"

Qin Wuyang kept sobbing, cold sweat broke out on his forehead and the back of his chin, and he looked above Jing Ke in horror.

This series of actions made him act suspicious in everyone's eyes, and he was afraid that he had some hidden agenda.

In the midst of doubts, Jing Ke stood in front holding a human head box in his right hand, holding maps on his left and right sides, and laughed loudly with his head turned to the sky, "I am a barbarian in Northern Tibet, I have never seen the emperor, so I am scared to death!"

Everyone carefully thought about it and found that the pressure of King Qin had indeed become more and more terrifying over the years, not to mention the barbarians who had never seen the world.

Then he put all his doubts back into his stomach.

Zhao Gao on the side bent down and took the jade box with carved flowers.

Place it respectfully in front of Ying Zheng.

Open slowly.

Fan Yuqi's head was soaked in rotten medicine and turned white with a hint of green.

The scar on half of his face was exactly the same as in his memory.

Ying Zheng's thin lips curled up coldly, and his eyes swept across the ministers with their heads hanging down below, like thin knives, "My dear friends, this is the fate of traitorous ministers."

The head was presented to the officials.

Fan Yuqi's head was separated, and all his family members, wives, sons and daughters had long since turned into ghosts. The people of Qin were loyal and loyal. Looking at ancient and modern times, there are few rebels, but if there are, the end will be extremely cruel.

In a depressing atmosphere.

Jing Ke held the map and sat calmly in front of Ying Zheng. He straightened the map and slowly spread it out, "Your Majesty, please take a look. The land of Dukang is the richest land in the north of the Yan Kingdom."

His tone was relaxed, but it was also so relaxed that it left flaws all over his body.

Ying Zheng looked at the map, and the cold blade light had already passed through the end of his eyes.

"This place is rich in salt and iron, with broken swamps in the middle. It is five to ten miles away and has branches and canals in all directions, making it rich in irrigation benefits. This is the most sacred land of the Yan Kingdom. If you, my lord, can get this land, it will be no less than...!"

A shining dagger suddenly appeared at the end of the scroll.

See you in the picture!

Jing Ke suddenly rose up and stabbed Ying Zheng with a dagger.

What the civil and military officials saw in their eyes was Jing Ke explaining to the King of Qin. They couldn't help but get closer during the explanation. This is normal. Who would have expected that their king's life and death were hanging by a thread.

Ying Zheng's eyelids twitched fiercely, and a layer of blood swam in his deep eyes.

Meng Yi, Meng Tian and Li Xin who have fought against him all know that you can underestimate anyone, but you cannot underestimate the amazing and talented Wang Zizheng.

Not to mention the death he faced as a child.

Far more than anyone else.

He exerted force on his waist and abdomen, leaned back to dodge, veins popped out on the back of his hands, and he lifted the long jade case. When he stood up, he was bathed in the sun, and his whole body was burning with hot golden light. He looked at Jing Ke with eyes like Look at the dead man.

Holding the deer reed sword at his waist.

Fight hard.

Didn't move.

There was a slight surge in his throat, and his expression was calm, without even any unnecessary emotional fluctuations.

Jing Ke was overjoyed when he saw this, "Heaven wants to kill you, I have no choice but to follow!" The civil and military officials behind him thought about it now, and when they saw Jing Ke stabbing the beloved king with a gleaming dagger, their souls were frightened. , and went straight to Tianling Gai: "The king carries the sword! The king carries the sword! The king carries the sword!"

Ying Zheng crossed the eight-foot screen and walked around the pillars.

"The king bears the sword! The king bears the sword! The king bears the sword!"

Jing Ke held a venomous dagger in his hand, spitting out its core like a poisonous snake and pursued him closely. What's more, Ying Zheng was wearing heavy royal robes, a gold ribbon, and a heavy emperor's crown around his neck, which greatly hindered his pace.

Jing Ke came here with the intention of death.In addition, for more than half a year, the light dagger has been carefully polished on how to hang on the map, and how Ying Zheng should chase and kill him if he escapes has already been rehearsed.

Success or failure is within your grasp.

In his eyes, Ying Zheng's tall back turned into a snow rabbit running away in panic in the stone forest, throwing the dagger forward fiercely.

"The king bears the sword! The king bears the sword! The king bears the sword!"

Qin Wuyang was kneeling below, his beard spread out, and in the depths of his eyes appeared the shadow of a six-tailed fox wrapped around a pillar with its fangs exposed. His lips murmured, "There are monsters."

Those whose three souls are unstable and whose seven souls are unstable can easily encounter evil spirits.

The white clouds outside were like an inkstone rolled by thick ink, the dancing sunlight was swallowed up, and the lights in the main hall were inadvertently extinguished.

When the dagger was about to attack Ying Zheng.

The red fox shadow blew out a breath, and the dagger was inserted diagonally into the gap between the white jade bricks on the ground.

Seeing that the attack failed, Jing Ke looked up at the fox shadow above.

She moves.

There are vague traces left on the pillars carved with dragons and phoenixes, like the paw prints left by Feihong.

He leaned down on the pillar again, his fox eyes were upward, his tail was fluttering, and he was grinning downwards, showing his evil aura.

"brush--"

The deer reed sword on Ying Zheng's waist was finally drawn out.

at the same time.

The light outside became bright and pure again, like a white cloth covering it, and the officials could not see anything.

Shouting for escort, they swarmed to the front.

He was tripped by a colleague on the steps and became more and more confused as he became more anxious. His robe stepped on his robe and rolled into a ball.

Countless hands stretched out.

It was like being trapped in the mud and sand, screaming and struggling in panic.

Half of Ying Zheng's face is in the light, and the other half is in the dark, especially dark and dangerous.

A sword was thrust towards Jing Ke.

Fierce, ruthless, cruel.

The heavy death aura and evil aura rushed towards him, and the ghost screamed and howled in his ears. It was obviously the Zhiyang Zhigang Human Emperor Sword, but Jing Ke clearly felt a strong evil power when it struck.

Jing Ke closed his eyes and raised his head, almost certain to die.

The fox screamed, and the sound waves vibrated.

At the critical moment, the Deer-Reed Sword turned its head and tail, and passed half a circle under Ying Zheng's hand at an incredible speed. The hilt of the sword with cold and foul smell was instantly held in Jing Ke's hand. Jing Ke opened his eyes suddenly, no need to think, no need to In response, he gritted his teeth and stabbed Ying Zheng in the chest with his sword.

At the critical moment, the screams turned into a torrent and swept across.

The fox that fell straight down took the sword forcefully.

The six tails were spread out, and blood blossomed on his chest, falling on Ying Zheng's face and forming a shocking color.His expression seemed to be stunned for a moment, but it looked blurry in the white light.

The Human Emperor Sword fell straight down.

Before Ying Zheng's arms could wrap around the fox in his arms, his tail flicked, and the injured red figure disappeared in an instant.All this happened in just two short breaths.

The light gradually dimmed, and the entangled ministers below gradually got up and were about to step forward to protect him.

Kicking the hilt of the sword, Ying Zheng grasped the Human Emperor Sword again.

Quickly draw your sword.

At the same time, he shouted angrily: "Back off!"

The coercion of this sound caused the golden beasts in the hall to buzz, and the echoes swept away.

The courtiers immediately stopped.

Ying Zheng struck with his sword and hit the target. Jing Ke was stabbed in the abdomen and blood spat out from his mouth. He raised his body on his toes, stretched out his arms like a flying crane, and stared straight at the King of Qin. The King in front of him It is different from the deterioration of the oral tradition of the Six Kingdoms: "The King of Qin was a man, long and accurate, with long eyes, and the sound of birds of prey and jackals."

You can feel his royal energy erupting, like a rolling volcano, sending out endless embers.

Ying Zheng.

Far more powerful than the old king of Yan Kingdom.

"Pfft."

"Pfft."

Ying Zheng's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he stabbed him cleanly.

Jing Ke's stomach was churning, and he almost felt sick. His blood, which could not flow against the flow, rushed towards the noisy buzzing in the clouds, turning into a vicious curse: "Ying Zheng, your ambition that can move the sky and the sun, you actually try to annex the world, and you try to pull down the whole world." You will be buried with the common people, and you are so violent that you are the public enemy of the world! You will be punished by God!"

Finished cursing fiercely.

He gasped and fell to the ground, his eyes widened, and he stared at the left side unwillingly until the last trace of blood in his body was extinguished. That location was clearly his mother country that had been wiped out long ago.

The ministers looked on blankly.

Worry about the king appeared on their old or young features, which looked extremely strange.

Ying Zheng slashed and stabbed with his sword, lost his sword, stepped on the broken corpses and said coldly: "The Kingdom of Yan is in ruins."