Qin Dynasty Novelist

Glancing at the two swordsmen who were still struggling in the depths of the jungle not far away, he snorted softly, held a black epee, disappeared in place, and drifted away, returning to Xinzheng.

"Senior brother Can Jian, how could you face such a powerful warrior?"

After a long time, the two seriously injured walked out from the depths of the forest supporting each other. The two sharp swords in their hands became like crutches. Looking at the flame beside them, the person protected by the senior brother had completely disappeared from this world.

The combined power of Gan Jiang and Mo Xie has been used many times. Even the master dare not confront them head-on, and the man just now not only defeated Jian Guang head-on, but also severely injured them with one blow. It is far more than Master.

"Oh, it's still a step too late after all!"

"This person is Jing Ke, the Wei countryman that Lu Goujian mentioned to me. He is also a disciple of the Mohist family. I wanted him to pass a few words to brother Lu in Qianlong hall, but I never expected to end up like this."

"Feixue, let's advance to the city to heal our wounds. Xue Yihou entrusted me to come to Xinzheng to capture a few people this time. If we fail then, we will lose the reputation of our chess hall!"

Holding the general's sword that was still shining red, he took a deep look at Jing Ke, who had been burned by the flames at the moment, and sighed softly. He didn't know how this person provoked such a powerful enemy. Come, may not be able to protect him.

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

"Senior brother, since this person is on good terms with Lu Goujian, he is supposed to be of good character. Let's set up a tomb for him. Even though his body is gone, it seems that the flame just now couldn't burn everything on his body!"

Supporting each other, they walked out from the depths of the jungle. Mo Xie's sword touched the ground and supported his body. Hearing the words of senior brother Can Jian, his expression changed, and he glanced at the corpse where the flames were no longer there. A long sword and some pieces of black cloth.

Although he didn't know what kind of person this Jing Ke was, Lu Goujian knew him himself. He belonged to the Zhao country. In addition, Master Zhongshan knew his master and had dealings with each other, so he knew him well.

To be recognized by Lu Goujian, he presumably is a chivalrous person. It is pitiful to be in such a wilderness with corpses. He spoke crisply and looked at his senior brother, hoping that the other party would support his ideas.

"Junior sister is kind, of course it can!"

Resisting the injuries in his body, he smiled slightly on his pale face, then slowly knelt and sat on the side of the area where the body was not left at the moment, holding the general, the remaining true energy circulated, and the spiral sword energy appeared, directly stabbing at the ground .

Seeing that the junior sister at the side did the same thing, holding Mo Xie's sword, the two swords of passion and nature intersected, the power was even greater, and the sword energy pointed at it, and after a while, a dark circular deep pit appeared.

"These pieces of cloth are strange, even the body can't withstand the power of the flames and melt away, but it survives, and it's the only one that survives!"

Feixue, who was dressed in a light blue outfit, looked again at the place where the flames burned her body. It was still the same as what she had seen before. There was a good cold light weapon, and a few pieces of black cloth underneath it.

They have only heard of such a thing that can survive the burning of the flames, and they have never seen it before. They never thought that they would be able to see it under such a scene tonight.

"Well, junior sister, don't worry, these pieces of cloth seem to be different! There are words on it... or Korean characters. If it is a precious thing, it should be kept in the relatives and friends of Jing Ke's chivalrous man!"

Previously, he had been continuously attacked by that mysterious person. If no junior sister came, he would block him with the domineering swords of generals and Mo Xie. Today, Can Jian thought to himself that he would have to explain it. Although he didn't know why the tyrannical warrior left, he could Survival is a blessing.

Digging out the dark depths, with great loss of strength, he sat down on the ground and watched the junior sister continue to move. Suddenly, just before the junior sister was about to throw Jing Ke's remaining long sword and a few pieces of strange cloth into the pit Time.

The light of the silver moon shone, and the imprints on the cloth appeared in the depths of Can Jian's eyes. Feeling this, his heart moved suddenly, and he stopped him quickly.

With the help of the faint light of the moonlight, coupled with the subtle eyes that are at the stage of transforming gods, he glanced at the words on the cloth, spoke softly, and continued to look deeply, his expression could not help but move slightly, and then changed suddenly.

"Unexpectedly, the sword technique of Nie Zheng, the world's number one assassin two hundred years ago, would be on Jing Ke's body. In the past, Nie Zheng used this sword technique to kill the South Korean Xiangguo Xia Lei in the mansion, even though there were thousands of people in him. Protect!"

"Afterwards, Nie Zheng committed suicide for fear of hurting his family. In recent years, it has been rumored that the "Sword of Huluo" left by Nie Zheng fell into the hands of General Gongsun Yu of the State of Wei. No one has actually asked for it."

"Looking at it now, the "Swan Falling Sword Art" is really in the hands of Gongsun Yu, and now it is in the hands of Jing Ke!"

Can Jian sighed, as a native of Zhao State, he always admired chivalrous men, but Nie Zheng two hundred years ago was undoubtedly a chivalrous man. The big one!

Although Jing Ke is dead today, the "Sword of Huluo" still exists. According to Lu Goujian and himself, Gongsun Yu has three apprentices, and Jing Ke is the most talented one among them. Even so, this "Sword of Huluo" should also be returned Jing Ke's teacher.

""Swan Falling Sword Art"!"

Following what the senior brother said, the junior sister at the side also took the cloth and looked at it gently under the moonlight. All the writing on it was in Korean characters, which was not a problem for them.

Moreover, what they practice is also the way of swordsmen. In recent years, there have been many treacherous and treacherous people in Zhao State. Look a little excited.

"Well, someone!"

"who is it?"

Seeing the radiant expression in Junior Sister's eyes at this moment, Can Jian shook his head and smiled, even if he had acquired this top-level swordsmanship, it would be impossible to switch to another practice. Can be even greater.

Ignoring the junior sister's greed, he was about to close his eyes to heal his wounds, when his spiritual sense swept over him. In an instant, his eyes that had just been closed opened for him, and he looked towards the direction where they retreated all the way just now. There were several figures with slow and uneven steps.

"Hahaha, but the hero of the broken sword in Zhao Guoxing City Library, Situ Wanli, the master of Qianlong Hall, has heard reports from his subordinates that the hero has appeared in Xinzheng. Such a character is so close. If you don't see him, you will regret it. !"

He was dressed in light green brocade clothes, quite luxurious, followed by four well-dressed men, listening to Can Jian's sound of vigilance, he suddenly smiled from the air, waved his hands, making the four people behind him stop, and his body was Step forward.

The words were mixed with undisguised admiration, and the implication spread boldly. After taking a few steps forward, he stopped ten steps away from Can Jian and Feixue, and looked at the deep pit and the scene beside them. , a light flashed in his eyes.

"Farm people!"

"Why are you here?"

Can Jian is no stranger to Qianlongtang. It has developed rapidly in various countries over the years. Among hundreds of families, the only ones who can have this kind of strength and are willing to do this kind of thing are the peasant disciples who are all over the Xia. .

I just don't know why the other party appeared here?

"In the past few years since my Qianlongtang was established, there have been no major mistakes. All the guests invited by my Qianlongtang have not had any accidents. Mr. Jing Ke, who was in the C-size room, avoided my escort from Qianlongtang. .”

"I didn't think much of it at first, but later I found out that someone was following Mr. Jing Ke, so for the sake of my Qianlongtang's reputation, I appeared here. Now, it seems that I came a step too late."

Situ Wan kept laughing and talking, but the meaning in the voice was that Can Jian and Feixue were taken aback for a moment, and then looked at Jing Ke, who was no longer physically alive, and looked at each other, both of them raised their brows .

It seemed that what they were doing was a bit redundant, and the time they were wasting, happened to be met by Situ Wanli, the headmaster of Qianlong Hall, Jing Ke was gone, and there were only their brothers and sisters here.

"Master Situ, you mean that I killed Jing Ke!"

Hundredth Chapter 16 The Quiet Lady

The general in his hand moved slightly, a trace of violent killing intent bloomed, the aura of Zhigang Zhiyang flowed, his words were slightly cold, and he slowly stood up from the ground, looking at Situ Wanli not far away.