The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

Whoosh...

Countless black wind blades, carrying terrifying power to break through the air, killed the front row of sergeants in an instant!

Blood spilled all over the ground.

Even the weapons in the hands of those people were broken by the wind blades that filled the sky!

Thousands!

With just a wave of the cloak, nearly a thousand people were beheaded!

There was another commotion among the army.

Lu Buwei kept shouting: "If you retreat, you will die, if you don't retreat, you will die, don't you understand!"

The remaining disciples gritted their teeth and finally made up their minds, roaring one after another.

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Everyone who crowded outside the hall knew that from the moment they obeyed Lu Buwei's words and entered the palace, they had already been branded with a name that could never be removed.

Rebels!

They are rebels!

If you quit, you will definitely die, and even your family may be hurt, but if you don't quit, there is still a glimmer of hope!

There are only six people in front of me, even though they all have tyrannical cultivation, but on my side, there are a total of [-] people!

When they ran out of oil and their lamps were dry, it was the time when a hundred thousand troops poured into the hall!

At that time, with King Qin in hand, who would dare to take a step forward!

In an instant, a raging fire of desire was ignited in their eyes again!

The shouts of killing behind him grew louder. Immediately, a team of [-] people was separated from the army of [-] and rushed towards the gate of the palace.

Regarding Lu Buwei's words, Han Chen and Donghuang Taiyi seemed to have a tacit understanding, and they didn't pay attention to it. Even the [-] troops behind them became a decoration.

"It's my pity that I didn't see the scene where my husband showed his might. If you still have the energy, why not compare yourself with me!"

"it is good!"

As the voice fell, Han Chen's figure moved, and then Donghuang Taiyi also disappeared in place.

Da Si Ming wanted to go forward, but Xinghun raised his hand, stopped her, and said flatly, "No need to go!"

Da Si Ming's feet are stagnant!

Xinghun spit out slowly, and said again: "We can't intervene in their battle at this level, let's just watch quietly!"

Although he was a little unconvinced in his heart, Da Si Ming also knew that his cultivation base strength was far from theirs. I am afraid that a casual attack by the two of them would be enough to kill him.

Puff puff...

As soon as the two entered the battle, they remembered the sound of countless swords like flesh.

They didn't use any powerful means, but they were serious, swaying the long swords in their hands, and every time they swung the sword, they would take away the lives of dozens of rebels.

Chapter 2: Rather than killing one as an example to others, it is better to kill them all! (3/[-])

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Two figures, one black and one white, cut two paths of blood in this mighty army of one hundred thousand!

There is no sword energy, no powerful means, but it is full of bloody beauty!

Blood, minced meat, and white bones, almost within the breath, in the army formation, have already turned into Shura Hell.

Lu Buwei stared blankly at the scene in front of him, and suddenly smiled sadly. At this moment, he felt extremely ridiculous.

The ambition at the beginning and the painstaking efforts of more than ten years were completely destroyed in the hands of two people.

outside the palace.

Lord Changping, Wang Jian, Meng Tian, ​​and Zhang Han stood against the wind on the palace wall. Looking at the scene in front of them, they were not only more sighed, but also more shocked than "Nine Six Seven".

Jiu Jiu's Qin army has surrounded the palace heavily. At the gate, ten thousand rebels are desperately blocking it, but everyone knows that everything they have done is in vain.

"In this world, there are probably only these two in front of you who can charge and kill among ten thousand people without changing their expressions..." Changping Jun said leisurely.

Wang Jian looked at the scene in front of him expressionlessly, suddenly raised a hand, and then squeezed it hard.

The herald under the palace wall saw Wang Jian's gesture and immediately roared hoarsely.

"withdraw troops!!"

Lord Changping frowned, looked at Wang Jian, and asked, "General Wang Jian, what do you mean?"

Wang Jian looked down at the battle armor on his body, then stroked his gray beard, a trace of sadness flashed across his face.

"Presumably, they are also unwilling to let others take action. Instead of letting the king give orders, it is better for this general to be more knowledgeable!"

Lord Changping took a deep look at Wang Jian, and said, "The era of personal bravery will eventually pass. Is General Wang Jian going to let the tiger go back to the mountain?"

Wang Jian coughed a few times, and Meng Tian beside him gave Wang Jian his cloak.

Wang Jian gently pushed Meng Tian's hand away, shook his head at him, and said to Lord Changping: "Wang Jian is a soldier, and he will only obey the king's orders. As for the so-called chivalry, the so-called martial arts, it has nothing to do with Wang Jian!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Jian looked directly into Lord Changping's eyes and said, "Besides, a subject is always a subject. Does Changping Lord think that people like Mr. and Donghuang Taiyi will start this meaningless battle for no reason? ?"

Mr. Changping was startled, and turned his eyes to the two figures in the army again. After a long time, Mr. Changping said, "General Wang Jian, are you telling me something?"

Wang Jian smiled faintly, pointed to the retreating Qin Jun, did not speak, but walked down the palace wall on his own.

Lord Changping stood on the palace wall for a long time, and he didn't even notice that the people around him had left.

"Could it be that in this world, even a lingering place can't be left to the world?" Changping Jun lowered his head and sighed, the expression on his face was very complicated.

In the palace, the fighting continued.

The rebels went forward one after another, and by this time, there was no room for hesitation.

Whether it was Han Chen or Donghuang Taiyi, there was already a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood piled up under their feet, but those rebels still rushed up to kill them.

Half a stick of incense time has passed.

In the eyes of the rebels, this half stick of incense is as long as a lifetime, and some people even have the illusion that perhaps, dying under the swords of these two people is also a kind of relief!

In the hall!

Seeing this scene, Ying Zheng suddenly picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and waved his hands casually.

All the officials in the hall, as if they were granted amnesty, hurried towards the side hall.

In an instant, only Zhao Gao, Li Si, Wang Wan and others were left in the hall.

After enjoying the glory and wealth for a long time, they will always lose some heroism. Those officials can endure it, and it is not easy to see the battlefield fighting now.

Ying Zheng knew very well the truth that toughness is easy to break. For some things, it is enough to shock them!

Rather than saying that it was Lu Buwei who rebelled today, it would be better to say that it was Ying Zheng who forced Lu Buwei to rebel...

It may be easy to do one thing right, but it is very difficult to do one thing right at the right time.

For the first time, this very young monarch made Li Si and Wang Wan feel awe.

Ying Zheng's eyes fell on Li Si, and he suddenly said, "Li Si, I'm going to test you today!"

Li Si hurriedly bowed and said, "Please ask the king to come up with a question!"

Ying Zheng stretched out a finger, pointed at the rebels outside, and said, "Do you know how many of the [-] rebels can survive today?"

Li Si frowned, not knowing what Ying Zheng meant, he pondered slightly, and replied: "In Li Si's opinion, since he participated in the rebellion, he should be executed. This is also the law of our country of Qin!"

What Li Si meant was to execute all those who held official positions among the rebel army.

Ying Zheng shook his head slowly, his eyes fell on Zhao Gao, "What do you think?"

Zhao Gao bowed and said respectfully: "This servant thinks that they should be killed!"

"No!"

Before Ying Zheng could speak, Wang Wan exclaimed.

Ying Zheng turned his gaze to Wang Wan, and he heard Wang Wan explain: "Your Majesty, the execution of the order to kill, although it shows the laws of our country, but massacring [-] people in one fell swoop will definitely damage the vitality of our country!".

Ying Zheng didn't speak, he stood up, walked to the door of the main hall, looked at Han Chen who was in the army, and said slowly: "Do you know that after Mr. returned to Qin, the widow had a conversation with him ?”

Wang Wan frowned, and bowed to perform the ceremony, "I don't know what the king means?"

Yingzheng held his hand behind his back, and said with firm eyes: "Mr. once said that it is better to kill everyone than to kill everyone!"

Wang Wan's face changed, and just about to speak, Ying Zheng shook his head and continued.

Chapter 3: The King's Fangs (3/[-])

The afternoon sun is particularly intoxicating.

The weather is fine, and the common people should be walking on the street at this time, working hard for their own livelihood.

But at this time, the street was empty, but there were pairs of nervous eyes hidden behind the doors of every house, looking in the direction of the palace, showing a deep look of horror.

No one knows what happened in the palace.

Lu Buwei's [-] troops rushed into the palace for a long time, and Wang Jian's Qin cavalry also surrounded the palace heavily.

But some people who were close to the palace could clearly see that Wang Jian's army had retreated.

Could it be that the king is defeated?

Otherwise, how to explain the scene in front of you?

Thinking of this, those eager eyes suddenly became suspicious.

They knew that once Lu Buwei took over the world, they would never have a good life again!

But Ying Zheng, who stood proudly above the hall, didn't think so.

Looking at the battlefield like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood in the distance, the blood in Ying Zheng's heart was surging!