From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 124 My Sword Is Truth

"Die to me!" Another old man who had established a great foundation beside the third prince suddenly roared.

The sound waves rolled in, and Zhang Wuji instantly felt that the aura in his body was disordered, and he couldn't even maintain the Tai Chi sword suit.

Seeing the effect, the old man was overjoyed, and opened his mouth to speak again.

"Chi!" But what was waiting for him was a transparent flying sword that came out of nowhere.

With a slash of the sword, the old man's head moved instantly.

Blood gushed out from the old man's body, and the third prince next to him was caught off guard and was sprayed all over his head and face.

Before the third prince could make any further moves, Zhang Wuji's figure appeared in front of him in a flash, with the black iron sword in his hand resting on the man's neck.

"Okay!" A gleam of joy flashed in the eyes of the eldest prince Han Cheng behind him.

After capturing the third prince, he would have the initiative and a bargaining chip to negotiate with his father.

At this moment, he has already thought of countless schemes and plans.

"You dare to kill me?" The third prince stared at the sword cultivator in front of him with eyes wide open. He felt a sense of fear, a feeling of fear hidden in his bones.

"I am the prince of South Korea. Your Mo family has an agreement with our Korean royal family. You must not kill members of the royal family in vain. If you dare to break the rules, your Mo family will punish you without my help."

"You let me go, as long as you let me go, I can give you everything you want..."

"Pfft!" Before the third prince could finish speaking, the sword in Zhang Wuji's hand swung lightly and chopped off his head.

"You are too wordy!" Bai Gu grabbed his head and kicked his body away.

There was a moment of silence all around.

Then there is the endless riot.

"The third prince was killed!"

"The third prince was killed...!"

Someone shouted, and then many people shouted and fled in all directions.

"You, you, brother, how dare you do this, how can this be possible!" Han Cheng's hands trembled a little, and his heart suddenly became frightened.

"Eldest Prince, this is my reasoning, and the sword in my hand is my reasoning."

Zhang Wuji shook the head of the third prince who was dying in his hands and said with a smile: "Your Highness, let's go, go to Wangcheng and talk to your father about the truth."

"You, you can't be...!" Han Cheng couldn't continue speaking at this point. The thoughts in his heart were so crazy that he was so frightened that he couldn't even speak out just thinking about it. .

"Let's go!" Bai Gu shouted, stepped onto his wildebeest, and walked slowly along the avenue.

Han Cheng was shocked by this sentence, but he gritted his teeth and finally followed behind Zhang Wuji.

Some things are completely out of his control.

"You disciple is a bit unruly." On an attic far away from Zhang Wuji and the others, the two were confronting each other.

One is a skinny old man, and the other is Xuan Yi who sent messages to Zhang Wuji.

"rule?"

"What rule?" Xuan Yi asked indifferently.

"Of course it's the rule you made with us not to interfere in South Korea's internal affairs." The skinny old man growled.

"Hehe, have you followed the rules?"

"Privately contacting the Legalists, do you think that the Mohists have been weakened over the years and have no ability to control you?"

"you……!"

"This is an internal choice of our country. It is because your idea of ​​both love and non-aggression is too idealistic, and it is becoming more and more impossible to govern this country well."

"It's not that our royal family has turned to the Legalists. This is the general trend. Do you understand the general trend?"

Hearing the thin old man's roar, Xuan Yi's expression didn't change a bit, he held the trembling sword in his hand, his voice was still indifferent: "If you have any opinions, go to the organ city and talk, I can only use swords, and I only know how to use swords. Solve the problem."

"You...Okay, then I'll kill this person now!" The skinny old man turned his head to look at Zhang Wuji, with a stern look in his eyes.

"you dare!"

"If you don't want South Korea to be slaughtered, just go!" Xuan Yi sneered.

"You sword lunatics." The old man gritted his teeth.

"Old King Han, I advise you to stay here obediently and don't move. My task is to watch over you here. If you dare to step out of here, I will kill you!"

"Do you want me to watch my descendants be killed by that lunatic?" The skinny old man almost yelled with his eyes wide open.

"That's right!" Xuan Yi said coldly.

The thin old man clenched his fists violently, and finally he couldn't help but let go, clenched again, and let go again.

Finally, he sighed dejectedly and fell to the ground.

He suddenly discovered that there are no rules, no plans, and they are nothing in front of powerful forces.

The so-called agreement between the Mo family and South Korea is like a game, but they believe this game is real.

"It's such a wonderful show!" And in the sky where Xuan Yi and the two faced each other, there were also two figures standing.

Gao Jianli, the second patriarch of the Mohist school, and a middle-aged black-faced scribe wearing a square scarf.

"It seems that you are determined to merge into Xuanyuan!" The black-faced scholar sighed and said.

"No, the Mo family will always be the Mo family." Gao Jianli looked at the arrogant Xuan Yi below, and the even more arrogant Zhang Wuji, and said with a smile on his face, "We just need Xuanyuan's sword cultivation culture."

"Do they look like you and me more than 1000 years ago?"

"Hehe, I, Li Sike, have never been so rude." The black-faced scribe curled his lips.

"But then again, Xuanyuan would be so kind?"

"Giving you the disciples you have cultivated so hard without asking for anything in return?"

"This is why Xuanyuanzhi became a super sect. They are indeed more generous than us." Gao Jianli sighed.

"Of course we don't give nothing, we give them what they want."

"Inheritance of the Mo family's sword veins?" Li Si asked.

Gao Jianli glanced at Li Si and said with a smile: "This is not something you can inquire about."

"Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

"His Majesty the First Emperor is the only enlightened monarch in the ages. It's not like you haven't seen what you've done all these years. If you join Daqin, your Mohist family will still be the Mohist family, and it will grow even stronger."

"Only if we unite, can we not be eaten away by those super big sects who are eyeing us one by one!"

"You should talk to Confucianists about this!" Gao Jianli curled his lips.

"Anyway, my Mohist family will not go. No matter how strong Ying Zheng is, he is not the master of our Mohist family who is willing to be loyal."

"Confucianism?"

"It's just a bunch of sanctimonious rotten scholars!" Li Si laughed.

"stop bullshitting!"

Li Si's face turned serious and he said: "This time, in my opinion, we would take at least one-third of the territory in South Korea, but His Majesty the First Emperor did not want the war to extend to the Nascent Soul Stage, so he ordered a truce. We have to obey."

"Let's truce!"

"I have one more thing to officially inform you. After 300 years, the homecoming plan will be officially launched. You Mo family, get ready!"

(End of this chapter)