Qin Dynasty Novelist

Carrying the melodious rhyme of water, it embraces the vitality of the world, and between swinging the sword, it looks like a hibiscus emerging from water, which is graceful and clear, and the carvings on the hilt of the sword are like stars running and shining with deep light.

Facing the light of the early sun for a long time, the body of the sword is integrated with it, and the sword is like thousands of rivers and autumn waters, slowly flowing across the pond, calm and soothing, but its blade is lofty and majestic like a cliff standing thousands of feet high, tyrannical and unparalleled.

"In the past, tin was broken out of Chijin Mountain, copper was produced from Ruoye River, rain masters swept away, thunder gods struck scorpions, dragons held furnaces, emperors of heaven loaded charcoal, looked at the sun, and the essence of heaven came down to it. This is called Chunjun !"

The swordsmith Ou Yezi's final blow, the only sharp weapon comparable to the Taoist Qiuli sword, was seen in the hands of this person today!

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"Master Yangsheng!"

Hundreds of masters and Yanzhao swordsmen gathered, and there were also experts from various countries invited by the hundred schools to hide from the world. Each of them was the most top celebrity existence in Zhuxia decades ago.

If they made a move, they would naturally be able to capture it with their hands. However, the scene in front of them seemed to have played a huge joke with them. Only three people came out of that house.

But these three people blocked the entire school of thought, especially Master Yangsheng, who they had placed high hopes on. They thought they could defeat the most powerful Taoist Tianzong Xuanqingzi, but... no matter what, they never expected it would happen. is the result.

As long as Taoist Xuan Qingzi does not exist, there will be a huge gap in the top experts around Qin Wangzheng, and their goal of this trip will be achieved in an instant.

But at this moment, in the eyes of hundreds of masters watching from a distance, on the scarlet street covered with broken arms and limbs, the most powerful Master Yang Sheng was brutally suppressed and killed by Taoist Tianzong Xuanqingzi with a sword. Before they could react, the other two top fighters were also suppressed and killed.

Gongsun Li, Han Shen, and Lu Goujian, who had been watching the situation in front of the house in the restaurant, looked terrified and unbelievable. They stood up unconsciously, their eyes converged, and they whispered incessantly.

"Master Yangsheng... just died like this?"

Han Shen's steady eyes stared round. He knew about Master Yang Sheng from the mouth of the hero Lu Goujian. The warrior who could be admired by the hero Lu Goujian is now falling under the opponent's sword.

Taoist Xuan Qingzi, who doesn't look old, is his strength really unparalleled?

Holding hands tightly, Master Yang Sheng, Master Qu Lei, and Master Zou Jiu fell into the hands of Xuan Qingzi one after another. The famous sword was taken away. Judging from the situation of the fight with the black and white swordsman, although the opponent can be suppressed, if Xuan Qingzi joins, the outcome is unknown.

"This... how is it possible, Master said, Master Yang Sheng is only one step away from Wuxu and return. Could it be that Taoist Xuan Qingzi has already stepped into that realm? He is only so old, how is it possible!"

Compared with Gongsun Li and Han Shen, Lu Goujian was even more shocked and unbelievable. It was precisely because he knew the strength of Master Yang Sheng that he was full of confidence in the other party.

Master Zhongshan once said that even if he fights with Yang Sheng, the outcome is unpredictable, and the master is about to touch the realm of Wuxu and return. Could it be that the inheritance of the Taoist Tianzong really overwhelms all schools of thought!

Now there is only Zhao Guo Zhao Zhen left alone, although his strength is strong, but the black and white swordsman is not weak, and Xuan Qingzi is at his side, and Guigu Gai Nie is already slaughtering the other hundred masters.

If this continues, the disciples of the hundred families will be more dangerous than the wild king city before the age!

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"Master Ninth, Mr. Shang has already left?"

Also located in Zilanxuan in the northern part of the city, in front of the window of the quiet room on the second floor, when you climb up and look far, you can vaguely see the movement in front of the previous house, and you can feel it.

Han Fei, who was dressed in purple and brocade robes, was holding a jasper wine bottle, savoring the fine wine carefully. His handsome face was full of uninhibited past, and his unruly appearance was not visible, leaving only a long time of contemplation.

A young man in a light green brocade robe at the side bowed his hands, glanced at the other three people in the room one after another, stepped forward, and broke the silence in the room. If that person hadn't left, the room should not be like this at this moment.

"With Qin Wangzheng's departure, South Korea will face a great threat. In the Yewang city before the age, a hundred families rebelled, and Qin Wangzheng ordered that the city was almost massacred."

"Today, the king of Han acquiesces and keeps silent in the country. Is this not a good thing for Qin Wangzheng?"

The close-fitting purple long skirt was enchanting, and the purple high boots stepped on the floor. Although the son of a daughter would not be able to sit down, but since the news came out, according to the tradition of serving Qin with courtesy in recent years in South Korea, something should be done.

But within Xinzheng, there is no action. For the king, what the other party sees is the result, and the pale explanation is powerless. The Qin general Mengwu Chen has a hundred thousand soldiers. As long as he wants to, he can annex South Korea for hundreds of miles. land.

The charm was soft, and she looked at Han Fei with a smile on her face. No matter who caused the chaos in Xinzheng, it was finally resolved by King Han, the owner of Xinzheng. Regarding such a result, I don't know how King Han will deal with it.

Although the great general Ji Wuye died, the darkness still existed, the four evil generals were still there, and although Bai Niao was vulnerable, South Korea's military power still fell by the wayside. When it really came to that juncture, it was still South Korea that lost.

"Maybe, he won't do that for a while!"

Facing Zhang Liang and Zi Nu's eyes, Han Fei smiled wryly, and drank the wine in his hand. Who would have thought that so many forces would be divided in the little Xinzheng.

I just received the news that the prince accidentally fell into the water and died, and the mastermind behind it was nothing more than the direct line of the royal family.

Five generations of prime ministers watched coldly with open eyes. Ji Wuye's death should be excellent news for him.

The leader of the night did not exist, and Bai Yifei, who was dressed in blood, ran rampant in Xinzheng. The White Armored Army appeared everywhere in Xinzheng at random. Soon, the Chu State in the south would attack aggressively.

In the palace, the trendy banshee soft jade is warm and fragrant, and the father and king are immersed in it, and the state affairs are abandoned.

Although Lost has gained a firm foothold in Xinzheng, after all, there is still too little time to play a real powerful game. He can only use resourcefulness to make ends meet. If it is like Qin, it should be overwhelmed by brilliant momentum.

"perhaps?"

Wei Zhuang in black, who was kneeling in front of Tiao An, had always had such a cold expression on his face. With his golden forehead and hair tied up, he responded disdainfully to Han Fei's words, perhaps—these two words seem to be so cold nowadays. So powerless.

Wei Zhuang's ruthless words made Han Fei even more embarrassed, and the spacious quiet room fell into silence again.

"Perhaps, there is someone who can give us the answer!"

Suddenly, the eyes of the purple girl who was holding a copper pot in the room and pouring wine for everyone again lit up. Deep in her eyes full of infinite charm, she seemed to think of something. Her graceful figure swayed and moved the wine pot to the On the bill, he didn't stay in the room, but he closed the door and went out.

At the same time, in an elegant room on the third floor of Zilanxuan, the sound of the piano is lingering, and the lingering rhyme is endless. When you listen to it closely, you will feel a sense of meditation, so that no matter how many boring and distressing things you have in your heart, it will disappear. .

Opening the door and entering, a quiet and elegant girl was kneeling by the window and playing the piano. The gorgeous and incomparable sound outside the room before flowed out from the ordinary bed of the lyre. Behind her, a bunch of blue silk hangs down on both sides of her temples, and her hair is tied with a silver chain, making the girl look even more dusty.

The slender white and tender jade hands moved on the bed qin, and invisible rhythms were mixed in it. Hearing the sound of the door, the sound gradually dispersed. After a few breaths, the girl put her hands on the bed qin, and looked up at the person who came.

"Sister Purple."

In the depths of the pure and flawless eyes, there was a trace of curiosity. Ever since Sister Nongyu left Zilanxuan, Sister Zinu rarely came to her place. Now, facing the figure of the other party, she spoke softly.

"I heard from Mr. Zhou that you are about to leave Zilanxuan."