Burst!

"Ah!!h

Blood splattered, and a severed forearm fell in front of Ying Kuiming's eyes!

The member of the Black Cross who had his forearm cut off let out a heart-rending wail!

And this scene, for Zhao Yuanwu, is just the beginning!

"Since... Now that you know the truth, then I will let you all die tragically, and let all of you regret it, regretting that you should not be loyal to the Ying clan in this life!"

"Now, let me cut off your arm piece by piece with a knife!"

As he spoke, Zhao Yuanwu raised his long knife again!

But at this moment!

"Hehe!" Win Kuiming suddenly sneered!

Seeing the members of the Black Cross who were loyal to the Ying family suffering from hellish torture, his heart was like a knife, and his hatred was like a volcano!

However, he still suppressed all his emotions, gritted his teeth, and said:

"That rumor... Have you forgotten?"

"The First Emperor is not dead!"

"Hell in hell!"

"You... !! will regret it."

Regret?!

Zhao Yuanwu laughed out loud directly!

"Brainless old thing, you said it was a rumor, since it's a rumor, it's fake, you actually want to scare me with this?!"

"Did you know... Regret these two words, I Zhao Yuanwu don't like to hear the most, I originally wanted to torture you slowly, since you said these two words, then you will die first!"

Zhao Yuanwu gritted his teeth when he said this!

And when the words fell!

Sou!

The long knife in Zhao Yuanwu's hand that exuded a cold glow was directly on Ying Kuiming's neck!

The chill to the bones suddenly made Ying Kuiming tremble, and his face was like ashes!

However, that fear only existed in his heart for a moment!

And the next moment!

The horror in Ying Kuiming's heart disappeared and was replaced by boundless guilt and self-blame!

"I win Kuiming, I'm sorry for the ancestors of the Ying family!"

"I'm sorry for the Emperor!!

Ying Kuiming trembled, and tears welled up in rows!

He wasn't afraid of impending death, but seeing the pain of the Black Cross dead in front of him, he really didn't want to die like this!

Really hope you can do something for them!

But now, he was only full of powerlessness, and he could only clench his fists and let the sharp nails pierce the skin!

"The ancestral dragon soul is dead, Qin is still !!"

Ying Kuiming roared, and then closed his eyes tightly!

"Zulong, go to Nima's Zulong!" Zhao Yuanwu then burst into shouts and scolded!

Ancestral Dragon!

This is another name for Qin Shi Huang!

It is also the avoidance of the descendants of the immortals!

Especially the sentence that Win Kuiming tried his best to roar!

Two thousand years ago, when Qin Shi Huang was sealed, countless people of Great Qin roared out this sentence, and I don't know how many so-called immortals trembled physically and mentally!

"Die!!" Zhao Yuanwu roared wildly, and his wrist suddenly forced!

The word Zulong made his soul tremble, and at this moment, he only hoped to kill Ying Kuiming quickly and relieve the boundless pressure!

And Win Kuiming, there is no longer any reaction!

It's just full of guilt and self-blame, waiting for death to come!

But!

Five seconds!

Ten seconds!

Thirty seconds!

Until almost a minute has passed!

Ying Kuiming never waited for the imaginary pain and blood!

On the contrary, he faintly heard a muffled grunt!

It seems to be Zhao Yuanwu's!

"What's going on?" Ying Kuiming was confused for a while, and couldn't help but slowly open his eyes!

And when his eyes were fully opened, he saw a big hand appear in front of him, just like an iron tong, clutching the sharp long knife!

"Who is it?!"

Ying Kuiming was taken aback, because he never thought that someone would come to save him!

He looked down that arm!

Soon, I saw a majestic figure, standing like a mountain!

Almost at the same time!

Ying Kuiming's face changed wildly, and his heart began to beat violently!

Be... It's him?!

How is this possible?

Ying Kuiming never dreamed that he would actually see that person!

Qin Shi Huang !!

This morning, when he was cleaning the ancestral hall, he vaguely saw a back, and thought it was Qin Shi Huang, and then thought he was hallucinating!

But now, the person in front of him is exactly the same as Qin Shi Huang hiding in the portrait at home!

"Could it be... The rumors are true, Qin Shi Huang has really been resurrected?" Ying Kuiming was shocked, and couldn't help but have such a thought in his heart!

But then, he put this absurd idea behind him!

The resurrection of Qin Shi Huang?

It's simply impossible!

The reason why the young man in front of him looks so much like Qin Shi Huang can only mean that he is a descendant of King Qin!!

"Less, young master..."Win Kuiming muttered in a low voice!

And at the same time!

Zhao Yuanwu behind him also looked incredulous!

Even in his eyes, there was a strong horror!

Because, the moment he saw Qin Jun, he had a similar idea to Ying Kuiming!

I feel that the young man in front of me has an ancient and vicissitudes of life, as well as the imperial momentum that makes the world dare not obey!

At that moment, he really felt that the person in front of him was Qin Shi Huang!

But he was also quick to dismiss the idea!

The person in front of him is at most the blood of the Ying family!

And thinking of this, Zhao Yuanwu's pupils shrank, and in the eyes that looked at Qin Jun, that kind of horror disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a poisonous color!

"Ji Ji, it turns out that he is a descendant of the Ying family!"

"It's still the very pure blood of the Ying family! If your blood is drained and sacrificed, my king... Will definitely be happy!"

After speaking, Zhao Yuanwu was already full of anticipation and ecstasy!

At this moment, in his eyes, Qin Jun seemed to be just a small prey!

And the next second!

Zhao Yuanwu snorted violently, wanting to break free from Qin Jun's hand!

But then, he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free of the long knife in the slightest, and it seemed that in the hands of the young man in front of him, all his strength was not as good as an ant!

"How is this possible?!"

Zhao Yuanwu screamed in his heart, he couldn't believe that such a young man actually had such terrifying power!

"You... Who the hell is it?" Zhao Yuanwu asked hoarsely, his heart racing, and he was hoarse!

But Qin Jun didn't give him any answer, just slammed his right hand hard!

Click!

In an instant, the long knife was shattered, and pieces of debris fell to the ground!

Almost at the same time!

Brush!

Qin Jun's eyes lit up, and he flicked his fingers!

Sou!

In an instant, a wind blade flew out!

"What?!"

Zhao Yuanwu's face suddenly became even more ugly!

He wants to dodge!

But it's too late!

The thought of action just flashed through his mind, and the wind blade was submerged in his right arm!

The next moment!

Burst!

Blood splattered!

"Ah!!h

In the midst of the terrible screams, I saw that Zhao Yuanwu's entire right arm was wrapped by the wind blade, and the wind blade seemed to have become a meat grinder at this moment, twisting Zhao Yuanwu's right arm to pieces little by little!

"Ah!!h

"You, what are you doing, do you know who I am?!"

Zhao Yuanwu screamed incessantly, and his heart ached, making his whole face twisted into a ball!

And Qin Jun just stood in place, looking at all this indifferently!

"From now on, you will slowly feel the pain they are suffering, a thousand times more than !!"

The cold and ruthless words came out of Qin Jun's mouth, word by word!