"Isn't it crazy?"

Han Fei was noncommittal, just quietly glanced at the strange man beside him who claimed to be "Huangshi".

"If one day, the people on the stage are so crazy, and everyone in the world is not crazy, how about it?"

Huang Shi smiled, added the word "under heaven" on top of his case file, and then said:

"None of them are crazy, listen to it and believe it, all the land in the world is the land of this young man. ”

Huang Shi's voice was soft, as lazy and indifferent as he usually was.

But when Han Fei heard this, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the young man on the glass platform.

On the glass platform, Zhao Zheng's fingers gently crossed the edge of the long sword.

And as Zhao Zheng's fingers swiped across the long sword, the bronze sword seemed to be contaminated with Zhao Zheng's momentum.

For a while, a gust of wind rose in the entire Zixiao Palace.

"This feeling!"

Lees narrowed his eyes.

The monarch chooses the minister, and the minister chooses the monarch.

The courtier did not want his monarch to be a lord.

Drawing a sword seems to have a heavenly power, which has not been heard of in ancient and modern times.

"The power of the emperor also?"

Xunzi's robe was blown by the sword wind, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the young man in front of him.

The long wind blew the faces of everyone in the palace building.

At this time, the people standing opposite Zhao Zheng also realized that something was wrong.

"Zheng!"

With the sound of a long sword unsheathed.

The crowd stepped forward with their swords, their blades tearing through the air.

It is as fast as the wind and as swift as thunder.

The nine long swords formed a storm and swept towards Zhao Zheng who was ten zhang away.

At this time, Zhao Zheng's fingers had just swept across the entire sword blade, and he said softly:

"Politics, the sword of learning, the sword of the Son of Heaven. ”

The soft voice echoed throughout the Zixiao Palace, like the sound of heaven tumbling.

With that, Zhao Zheng gently raised the long sword in his hand.

The bronze sword seemed to wake up in an instant.

The sword momentum above the blade rises when it sees the wind, as if it wants to ride the wind and waves.

It is like fire and water, and it seems to be in harmony with the heavens, the earth, and the people, and the sun and the moon at the four times.

Like the golden wisp of dawn, it tore apart all the darkness.

It is like the first drop of nectar in spring, which contains the hope of life.

Like tornadoes clouds, tigers carry the wind, and the majestic momentum is unpredictable.

In the entire Zixiao Palace, under the thirty-six white marble pillars of heavenly stone, everyone's eyes were focused on that sword.

There is no brighter and more dazzling brilliance at this moment.

The long sword is in the air, and the wind roars.

"Is this the sword that Zheng'er has learned?"

Zi Chu, who sat down, said with a complicated face.

The sword of the Son of Heaven, so powerful.

On the high platform, under Zhao Zheng's long sword, nine long swords seemed to turn into nine buzzing mosquitoes and flies.

It seems that the light of the pearls competes with the sun and the moon.

Under the light of the sun, where is there a glimmer of light.

The first person who stabbed out with a sword couldn't help but feel a feeling in his heart: If it is not my sword, it is not good, but the sword of the young man is too powerful, what can I do about it?

Zhao Zheng held the hilt of the sword and went down, as if the heavens borrowed his hand to draw out the sword.

At that moment, the sword was like a tide.

It is like a river flowing down the world, and it is like the Milky Way falling.

As the general trend of the world rolls in, the thoughts of all living beings are irreversible.

The rushing sword seemed to become one with the entire palace and with the vast sentient beings.

The swords of the nine sword-wielding Daoists shattered inch by inch, obviously not feeling the slightest force in their hands, but the long sword in their hands shattered inch by inch.

The sword slashed through everyone's bodies, like a torrent rolling sand and stones.

Everyone was swept off the glazed platform, and the sword qi scratches on the clothes were struck.

And the long wind blew through the entire Zixiao Palace, and everyone was speechless for a while.

The burly man who stood up for the first time to question clutched his chest, rolling painfully on the white marble slate.

That sword qi obviously didn't stab him in the chest, but he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

It was as if a long sword had pierced his henchman.

"I'm sorry, it seems that you don't have enough talent to see my master!"

On the high platform, Zhao Zheng is still dressed in black.

But at this time, no one dared to regard him as a teenager.

The milk tiger roars in the valley, and the beasts are terrified.

Although there are few young people who hold the sword of the Son of Heaven, who dares to bully the young people who are poor.

Zhao Zheng slowly put the long sword into the scabbard.

"However, you can taste it, how about the sword of politics?"

Under the high platform, the nine people who fell to the ground struggled to get up.

The burly man at the head struggled to the ground several times before he stood up.

"The sword of the king and grandson, mighty, domineering, unparalleled and unopposed, the villain admits defeat, it is not enough to argue with the immortals, and the villain obeys it. ”

The sweat on his forehead was like rain, and the pain in his heart was unbearable, and he barely said these words with endurance.

He was very sure that if it wasn't in the Taiyin Academy, he would probably have died.

Even in the Taiyin Academy, that immortal disciple kept his hand, and he was afraid that he would not be able to hold the sword for the rest of his life.

"Agreed!"

Zhao Zheng slowly hung the long sword on his side, and then turned sideways to Chang Wei and said, "I'm sorry Uncle Chang Wei, send it down." ”

"No!"

Chang Wei waved his hand, and immediately someone from the palace came up and sent the nine people down.

At this time, the vision of the people in the lay palace became more and more complicated.

Is the grandson of King Qin, who holds the sword of the Son of Heaven, really invincible?

Everyone in the entire pure white hall looked at Zhao Zheng on the glazed platform.

"The sword of the Son of Heaven as Zhuangzi said in the past has appeared!"

Huang Shi smiled softly, not in the slightest surprise.

"There is no forward, there is no top, there is no case, there is no side, there is no side, the upper is the floating clouds, and the lower Jedi is the Jedi. This sword is used, and the princes of Kuang are obeyed by the world. ”

Han Fei said softly: "Is it possible that the six countries are indisputable?"

He didn't notice that he didn't stutter at all.

Huang Shi gently wrote another word "Dao" on the bamboo slip, and smiled:

"Then we have to see if the Spring and Autumn Immortals in the Taiyin School Palace stay in the countries to live. ”

After a pause, he added:

"If I hold the son and have the power of immortals, all the kingdoms will be defeated, and the world will be one. ”

"Is this providence?"

Han Fei muttered to himself.

"The will of heaven is the will of the people, and the will of the common people is the will of heaven. ”

"The sword of the Son of Heaven only needs to impress the world, and no one can take it after that. ”

Huang Shi's gaze was like a torch, and he thought that he had already guessed half of the immortal's approach.

That Mr. Spring and Autumn wants to establish the prestige of Zhao Zheng and the prestige of Huanghuang, and he also wants to establish the momentum for Zhao Zheng and the general trend of heaven and earth.

When the general trend overthrows everything, all people must obey, which is also the highest level in the art of war - a soldier who surrenders without a fight.

The original Qin State may be able to do this with troops, but it can win the country with troops, but it is difficult to defend the country.

Only the general trend can not only defeat people's bodies, but also defeat people's hearts.

If people's hearts are one, it is difficult for the world to divide them.

On the high platform, Zhao Zheng looked around the entire Taiyin Academy.

"All the princes and I, all of them are the posture of the dragon and the phoenix, and today's discussion will inevitably be beautiful for a thousand years. ”

"Politics, I don't want to hurt the peace, so I don't use the sword after that, what do you think?"

The long sword was already hanging on Zhao Zheng's waist, although it was already in the scabbard, but the edge was already imprinted in everyone's hearts.

"So... Very good!"