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The wind blew slowly, occasionally with a hint of the neighing of horses' hooves.

In the royal court alone, this should be the most prosperous place on the grassland, but now it is a lack of people and horses, and the tents are continuous, with a hint of distress and sadness.

The greatest king of the steppes, Maudun Shan Yu, was sitting on his wolfskin throne, leaning forward, his hands supporting his chin, listening to the words of the man in front of him.

In the dark king's tent, there was only a faint light of fire, illuminating the old beauty in front of Mao Dun.

One eye of Jinper, one eye of ice blue, the once peerless beauty Orchid has already faded at this time. The slightly bloated body tells the absence of youth, the crow's feet at the corners of the eyes are deepening day by day, no matter how beautiful the jewelry is, how expensive the rouge can not hide the vicissitudes of the twilight.

It's just that although Hu Ji is old, she is still the most trusted Yan clan of Xiongnu Shan Yu.

This has never changed.

"Ying Ziyi must die!"

Mao Dun was in his prime, and his physique was strong, but his sideburns were dyed a little pale.

Orchid glanced at Mao Dun, and her dark eyes revealed a light that chose people to eat, like a wild wolf in the cold night, bloodthirsty and fierce.

"Shan Yu, Emperor Qin's cultivation is unfathomable, not to mention that there are countless masters around him. This is difficult, I'm afraid. Orchid sighed leisurely.

"Ying Ziyi must die!" Ignoring the orchid, Maudun sat on the throne and repeated the sentence in a firm tone.

Since the Great Yue clan negotiated peace with the Qin state, the Qin state has tilted all its forces towards the Great Wall in the north. Hundreds of thousands of troops, hundreds of thousands of iron cavalry poured in, pressing this plough lonely Tu couldn't breathe a sigh of relief.

On the grassland today, everyone knows that a big war is coming.

It's just that no one can predict the outcome of this war. Or rather, no one dared to predict the outcome of this war.

Because for the Huns, if they are defeated, there may be no ifs.

"Orchid, inform your friends in the South, do it as soon as possible! If needed, we wolves can also help. Because whether it is for us Huns or them, it is not a good thing for Yingziyi to live. ”

Hu Ji nodded and said, "The concubine understands." ”

Maudun did not speak again, and Orchid bowed and withdrew.

The tent was empty again, only to be heard soon by a clear sound.

"Shan Yu, you've changed."

"Really?"

Mao Dun smiled slightly, and there was a little more sarcasm in his words.

"In the past, no matter how strong your opponent was, you wouldn't do anything to assassinate the opponent." The wolf girl came through the veil, she had just been hiding in the tent, and even the orchid had not found it.

"How was I before? I can't remember it at all. Mao Dun laughed self-deprecatingly, and unconsciously stroked his white-dyed sideburns.

The wolf girl came from the darkness, walked in front of Mao Dun, stared at Mao Dun with a pair of bright eyes, and said: "The former Mao Dun was the king of the grassland, and my Great Hun was alone, he could be defeated and die, but he would never use such dark means to change the situation of victory and defeat." What's more, you should understand that even if Emperor Qin died, the situation between the Xiongnu and Qin would not change. ”

"I understand." Mao Dun looked at the wolf girl and smiled slightly. "Your eyes are still as bright as they used to be."

Maudon stood up, took a step forward, and closed the distance between him and the wolf girl. Like an old friend, not a minister.

"Meng Tian has 300,000 troops, Zhang Han has 200,000 troops, and Han Xin has 100,000 cavalry. The million-strong army of the Qin State, even if they come together, I will not be afraid. Once the Qin army is out of the Great Wall, they will understand whose world this huge grassland is! The Huns are not afraid of war, because this steppe is our home and our battlefield. We and our ancestors have long been accustomed to being here, and even if the war is not good for a while, we can retreat to the farther north to recuperate. The Qin people are not like us, and they can't be the same as us. ”

Speaking of this, Shan Yu, who was originally proud and ambitious, had a trace of gloom on his face, "But the premise of all this must be that Emperor Qin has died!" ”

"Why? Why are you so insistent on Yingziyi's life? ”

"I have already seen it for so many years, and now this Emperor Qin who is high in Xianyang, what he wants is not to conquer this land and defeat our Xiongnu, but to completely destroy us."

"This is impossible, in the world of the Queen of Summer, there has never been an emperor who can do this."

"The world is different, our south has a huge empire, and the king of this empire has more power in his hands than we can imagine. So the Huns can be defeated, but Yingziyi must die. The Yue clan has been defeated, and once the Xiongnu show weakness, Emperor Qin will not give us another chance to breathe. ”

……..

Saibei, Luojian Sect.

The forest is lush and cold.

It was a calm mountain field, but at this moment, there was a sound of rustling footsteps.

"He's the swordsman you found?"

The disciples of the Luo Jian Sect patrolling the mountain found this swordsman who was seriously injured and died, and immediately notified the sect. However, the disciple guarding the corpse never expected that this trivial incident would actually alarm the head of the sect, Luo Yijian.

Luo Yijian is old, and his swordsmanship is no longer in his prime! However, no one in this Saibei or even the entire world sect dared to underestimate him. Not because of his martial prowess, but because of the relationship he had with the empire.

In the eyes of outsiders, Luo Yijian and even the entire Luojian Sect are the spokesmen of the empire in the rivers and lakes. And Luo Yijian himself has a lot of friendship with many high-ranking officials in the empire. Even, he is one of the few people in the rivers and lakes who can enter the Xianyang Palace and be received today.

The surrounding disciples were a little strange, their own heads were usually calm and relaxed, and even when they met with the elders of the Hundred Families of Princes, they were not so excited.

In their opinion, this is nothing more than the simplest vendetta. Although the world is safe at the moment, vendettas in the rivers and lakes can occasionally be heard, let alone in the north of the empire?

"Sure enough... Catch the man! ”

Luo Yijian half-crouched down and opened the swordsman's shirt, and the ghost head on his left shoulder was hideous.

"Net... What is it? ”

The disciples around Luo Yijian looked at each other, and they didn't understand what Luo Net was? Why is your master so excited?

"Carry his body to the sect, so that he can be placed in a good place, and someone will deal with it in the future."

Luo Yijian waved his hand and commanded.

"Senior brother, isn't the net already extinct?"

After the disciples left, a sect elder behind Luo Yijian asked.

Luo Yijian sighed and said: "In the past year, in the battle of Wujiang, in order to hunt down and kill the Marquis of Eastern Chu, the elite of the net was exhausted. But in the end? The Eight Swords of King Yue failed, more than a dozen heaven-level masters died, and the casualties of ground-level swordsmen were even more severe. At that time, everyone thought that Luo Wang's had declined, and over the years, Luo Wang's whereabouts had disappeared from the rivers and lakes. So much so that today's children only know the Imperial Shield Shadow Guard, but they don't even know what the net is. But they were wrong, the net never disappeared, and the sword was only hidden in the shadows. ”

"In the shadows?"

"That's right, the sword is the master, and the man is the slave. For Luo Wang, what really matters is not the swordsmen one by one, but the ancient swords in the sword pool in Xianyang Palace now. ”

"And in front of you..." Luo Yijian raised his head slightly and looked at the sky outside the forest.

"That swordsman, if I'm not mistaken, the ghost head on his body is a red-faced ghost king that only a heaven-level swordsman can have."

"Heaven-level master?" Everyone was surprised, you must know that with the size of the world, the number of Heaven Level Swordsmen has never exceeded forty.

Now, a heaven-level master has explained here, what happened to him?

Luo Yijian let out a long sigh and said: "The war between the empire and the Xiongnu is coming, but someone dares to snipe and kill the Luo Wang Tiantian-level master, I am afraid that it will be troublesome from now on." Command to go down, and from this day onwards, close the mountain gate. ”

"Yes, sir!"