I, the Prince of Qin

　　"The three people following the man named Mo Zhe... are all BEAST!?"

　　Mo Zhe looked at Hassan and the knights with a horrified expression, a little helpless.Because he called people at the beginning, he didn't mean to gather BEAST, but these guys just happened to be the most idle.

　　"BEAST - the catastrophe of the whole world, unexpectedly appeared beside Mo Zhe at the same time!? No, before this, why were they so obedient and honest!? No disturbance was caused!? Riyaki is a big event on a large scale!"

　　Of all the people, Da Vinci knew the most and felt the most incredible and terrified.

　　Lixiang continued the situation: "What is BEAST? Can you eat it? Mo Zhe is very powerful, and even listen to what you say about BEAST!"

　　"Oh, by the way, you haven't met BEAST..." Da Vinci didn't know how to explain to Rika the terrible thing about BEAST.

　　As for the human body burning itself, it was all caused by a BEAST, a fact that almost no one knows at present.

　　But in any case, the three BEASTs appeared at the same time, and anyone could see that it was already the rhythm of destroying the world in minutes!

　　"I've said that, Mo Zhe is here, don't worry!" In the atmosphere that suddenly became heavy, only Lixiang's cheerful voice floated out.

　　Da Vinci smiled bitterly: "You..."

　　"Yes, I'm here, don't worry. Although they are BEAST, they don't dare to make trouble in front of me." Mo Zhe calmly touched Lixiang's head.

　　He turned to look at the Weng of the Mountain again: "For assassins, the first blow is often the key to the victory or defeat. And your first sword has been blocked by me, do you still want to come?"

　　The mountain's Weng raised the big sword: "No! The real assassination technique is frontal and unparalleled!"

　　call!With a bang, the Weng of the Mountain turned into a black flame and disappeared on the spot, and in the next instant, an incomparable sword glow appeared in front of Mo Zhe.

　　when--!

　　Mo Zhe waved Tai Ah again, and fully fought against the Weng of the Mountain!

　　"Then ask the old man to point out the unparalleled technique!"

Chapter 256 Chapter [-]

　　Dang Dang Dang Dang!

　　The interlacing of Jianmang and Jianmang is dazzling.

　　Unlike the original sword, there was no earth-shattering momentum in the continuous battle.

　　But every sword carries the bell of fate, like an angel who dies, waving on the trajectory of the soul.

　　The heavy sword, which was simply swung vertically, horizontally, slashed, and swung, made people feel that there was no other possibility other than standing to death.

　　Mo Zhe resisted with a sword, and he felt more and more that the sword of the mountain was heavy.

　　Every sword of the Weng of the Mountain, even if it is resisted, does not end there, but becomes a debt of fate, which is accumulated to the next sword.

　　If it is said that the power of the first sword is 1, and the power of the second sword is to add 1 to the original power.

　　In other words, every sword inherits the power of all the swords that have been used before!

　　When Shan Zhiweng swung the [-]th sword, the sword pressure that Mo Zhe endured was more than [-] times that of the first sword!

　　boom--!

　　His wrists were numb, and he had to dodge, but the mountain man slashed down with a sword, a mediocre slash, but the moment it touched the ground—

　　Divide the whole earth in two!

　　The bottomless ditch stretches all the way to the horizon from the front of the mountain man.

　　The ridge along the way was divided into two halves, the plain was cut into two pieces, and even the water of the lake was split on both sides under the power of this sword, and it couldn't be gathered for a long time!

　　Shan Zhiweng retracted his sword as usual, and again, without any tricks, but the extremely heavy sword edge with the power of more than ten layers of fate judgment, came to the front again in a flash.

　　His sword is a life-threatening spell, he escaped once, and the next time, it will only come more fiercely!

　　when--!

　　Tai A Jian and Shan Zhi Weng's big sword collided again, Mo Zhe's wrist was a little numb, Tai A Quick Silver's sword body, there were turbulent ripples, passing from the clashing blade to the entire sword body.

　　"His Royal Highness, I have no problem yet." A Fang's calm voice came, intending to reassure Mo Zhe.

　　Mo Zhe trusted Ah Fang, and he had the confidence to stop him with a few more swords. He was only passively beaten, but it was not his habit—

　　"Yan back!"

　　Mo Zhe has absorbed the lifelong memories of many heroes in the treasure house of Daqin.

　　Now the Noble Phantasm-level stunt was displayed, three sword marks, folded space, and slashed on the Weng of the Mountain at the same time!

　　"Useless, useless, useless!" With a bang, the dark flames completely engulfed Yan Hui's sword light, and the old man who was in charge of death has surpassed the realm of life and death, and is not affected by mortal killings!

　　"I didn't expect the old man to be very enthusiastic!" Hearing the roar of the mountain man, although Mo Zhe's move was broken, his blood boiled involuntarily.

　　"Young man, stop talking nonsense! Sina!" Shan Zhiweng slammed his sword again, Mo Zhe was heartbroken, and was unwilling to take it hard. [Mind Eyes] + Liusheng Zongju's [Water Moon] skill, the figure turned into an afterimage. , avoided it in a hurry!

　　"Useless and useless! Within the seven swords, your head will be taken!"

　　"Old man, don't talk big, if you want to be ruthless, I'll talk about it when you can win!"

　　when--!boom--!

　　The increasingly heavier and heavier sword, the fiercer and fiercer battle, the Weng of the Mountain also seemed to be hilarious, roaring again and again, not at all like that stern incarnation of death.

　　On the contrary, it makes people feel that there is a kind of passion that belongs to the second and the blood, burning.

　　"Prepare to riot here!"

　　"Hand over the head!"

　　"Then go to hell!"

　　"Oh oh oh oh oh-!"

　　"Listen. The Evening Bell has revealed your name. The Feather of Death—"

　　In the voice of Weng of the Mountain, the bell that resounded deep in the soul came again.

　　This time, as if dozens of bells were ringing at the same time, the dangdang sound came together from all directions.

　　Countless bells converged to form a deafening ocean of sounds.

　　The petals are fluttering, this is the deepest part of the underworld, the illusion of the final destination of the dead.

　　Since the Weng of the Mountain appeared, up to now, he has made seventy-one swords.

　　Seventy-one swords, the power of each sword is stacked one by one.

　　Each sword is equal to the sum of all previous slashes.

　　And now, the bell to announce death is the final verdict after all the previous fates are superimposed!

　　The figure of Weng of the Mountain appeared in the sea of ​​petals, and Mo Zhe knew that this was the biggest level.

　　"Indestructible Xinghai Great Wall!"

　　Mo Zhe was around him, and the Emperor's Mianfu followed Hua Guang and wore it on his body.

　　All of Ah Fang's computing power drives the immortal arts of the entire Daqin world to operate with full force.

　　The tail feathers of the Great Qin State Bird, Xuan Bird, like two huge wings, spread out behind Mo Zhe.

　　The wings continue to grow and extend until they break through the sky and form a magnificent Great Wall connecting the sea of ​​stars over the entire planet!

　　The emperor's Mianfu was in his body, the Tai'a Divine Sword was in his hand, and the Great Wall was protecting him. Mo Zhe faced the Weng of the Mountain and shouted, "Come on!"

　　"Slay the Angel—!"

　　boom----! !

　　The shaking that was enough to affect the entire world spread from the center of the battle, wave after wave.

　　The space is like a thin piece of glass, cracked with cracks.

　　All people, all living beings, were born with the trajectory of destiny, in an instant mess.

　　The order of life and death was reversed countless times, bringing about the howls of countless ghosts of the underworld and the exclamations of dead souls.

　　After the chaotic visions, it was the two people who stood up with the sword.

　　Shan Zhi Weng leaned on his sword and looked up at the sky.

　　"That's right, young man, he can actually cut through the accumulation of the fate of death!"

　　Seeing you when you speak, the giant sword in his hand quietly opened a gap, and then returned to its original state.

　　Mo Zhe was on the other side, took the black bird's tail feathers, and said humbly, "If it were me a few months ago, I'm afraid I'd be cut to death by your sword!"

　　"Isn't it hacked to death by a sword?" Shan Zhiweng's old voice was somewhat dissatisfied, a bit like a little old man who lost a game of chess and quarreled.

　　"With Da Qin as the backing, you can't kill me." Mo Zhe showed no mercy at all.

　　"Then why don't you try it!" Shan Zhiweng burst into anger and wanted to raise his sword again.

　　"Forget it, the fate of death you accumulated in front of you has all been smashed, and you have to re-accumulate it from the very beginning? Are you tired?"

　　"Death is unavoidable forever!"

　　"The First Emperor is immortal, I think I can follow her!"

　　"...You can't respect the elders and respect the virtuous, give me some face, and let me go down the stairs? I come here with such a big fanfare, and my disciples and grandchildren are watching!"

　　"You can't beat me by yourself, so you're too embarrassed to save face?"

　　"Young man, speak carefully, when will I be unable to beat you? I just can't beat you to death!"

　　"Really? Then you do the math. During the whole process, did I fight back seriously?"

　　"...Young man, are your BEAST pets sure they won't endanger the world?"

　　"No. Wait, don't change the subject, and honestly admit that you just can't beat me, and you won't lose a piece of meat!"

　　"Death goes with you like a shadow!" With a bang, Weng of the Mountain left a sentence that forced the scene, and disappeared in place with the shadow.

　　"It's disrespectful to the old man!" Mo Zhe laughed.

Chapter 257 Chapter [-] Indifference is only the appearance of a king