Da Qin: the Identity of My Eldest Son Has Been Discovered

Qin Xuan picked up the bronze sword with a smile, and said enthusiastically: "Come, come, try!"

"Okay~!"

Meng Yi hadn't wielded a sword for a long time, and his hands were a little itchy, so he slowly pulled out the copper sword.

锃~!

There was a crisp sound as the blade rubbed against the scabbard.

Qin Xuan took a sword flower and said: "If you don't engage in moves, just fight hard with a sword!"

Meng Yi nodded, having already guessed the other party's intentions, and began to accumulate strength with his arm clenched on the hilt of the sword.

"Come!"

Qin Xuan yelled, and swung his knife to chop straight down.

Meng Yi was concerned about the opponent's identity and didn't dare to act in a hurry. He waited until the sword edge fell, and then he held the knife in both hands and slashed forward.

Ding~!

With a crisp sound, the standard copper sword in Qin Xuan's hand broke instantly.

The broken sword edge spun in the air, flew down a meter away and plunged into the soil.

Meng Yi looked calm and was not surprised by this result at all.

This sword is from the hands of famous masters, how can it be compared with a mere standard weapon.

The hilt of the sword in his hand flipped gracefully, with a look of arrogance on his face.

Clap~!

"Color~!"

With a smile on Ying Zheng's majestic face, he applauded and praised.

Meng Yi turned around, pointed his sword down, and saluted respectfully: "Thank you for your praise!"

That is a pride in my heart!

Qin Xuan looked at the half copper sword in his hand, and threw it on the ground like throwing garbage.

Then, he took the second machete.

The scimitar was extremely bright, revealing a penetrating coldness under the reflection of the sun.

Even people who don't know knives know that this is a sharp weapon!

This scimitar was naturally a trophy captured in the Battle of Shangjun.

Of course, it was Imory's handle.

Although the person was put back, the knife was taken by someone from Qin as a trophy.

If you don't get some spoils to go back on the battlefield for the first time, how can you be worthy of Qin's style of plucking hair!

Qin Xuan held the scimitar with his backhand, and said with a smile: "This is the weapon captured by the Huns Qianqi Commander in the Battle of Shangjun. It was made of fine steel by the Yuezhi people!"

The First Emperor looked at the scimitar with thoughtful eyes.

After all, the Seven Kingdoms had just ended the melee, and the Yuezhi people had only just mastered the method of refining fine steel, so it was reasonable for the people of Qin not to know.

You won't know the power of fine steel until you have fought a few times!

Qin Xuan swung his knife and drank in a low voice full of fighting spirit.

"Come again!"

Meng Yi narrowed his eyes, and when he looked at the flickering scimitar, his face showed a cautious look.

As a family of generals, I have also heard that the senior generals of the Xiongnu seem to have obtained powerful weapons, but they have never had the opportunity to see them.

After all, not to mention Captain Zuo, even at the level of Qianqichang, it is a large force for the Xiongnu establishment!

Every time you grab it and leave, it is extremely difficult to kill a thousand riders, let alone the left and right captains!

Meng Yi looked at the scimitar, secretly vigilant in his heart.

However, the saber in his hand is also from the hands of a famous master, and he cuts iron like mud.

It is absolutely impossible to break like standard equipment!

However, the shadow of the famous tree has silently prepared in his heart that the saber may be cracked under hard work.

Although distressed.

But at this moment, he couldn't help but stop fighting!

The emperor is still watching behind him!

Meng Yi didn't dare to take it lightly, the first time was passive defense, this time he acted first!

Dayue reminded: "Look at the sword"

brush!

The bronze sword slashed down suddenly, as if even the air had been cut in half.