Ying Zheng looked at the dagger stabbing at him, smiled faintly, and before he could make any movements, Zheng He appeared beside him.

At this time, Zheng He's face showed a cold light, the killing machine burst out, and his right hand struck out into a palm, extremely fast, and a palm print of true qi several times larger than the palm of his hand hit Jing Ke's body, knocking him out and falling in the center of the main hall, the white clothes in front of him were dyed red, and he looked up at Zheng He in shock.

"Are you really a master of the Ancestral Realm?"

"How is that possible...... Aren't all those people a generation of grandmasters? How can they be willing to be the minions of Yingzheng?"

Before the courtiers could see what was going on, Jing Ke was seriously injured, and even the guards had not rushed in to rescue him, everything was developing too fast, which was dizzying.

Zheng He didn't answer his words, and seeing that Ying Zheng didn't make a sound, a thin silver needle appeared in his right finger, and shot mercilessly towards Jing Ke's eyebrows, at that speed, ordinary Rao couldn't catch it with the naked eye.

The thin silver needle was getting closer and bigger in Jing Ke's eyes, and he knew that he was dead, and he couldn't hide in his heyday, let alone being seriously injured now, at this time, a beautiful woman stood on top of the city tower, facing the west, looking forward to it. She seemed to be asking him, if you chose again, would you still go to Xianyang?

He was stunned, if there is really another chance, I will come again, because Tian Guang can't die in vain, Fan Yuzhi is difficult to see in the underworld, and Yan Guo can't be destroyed......

The sound of "dang" overshadowed the panicked shouts of the ministers and the footsteps of the Praetorian Guards recently.

Jing Ke felt a slight coldness on his eyebrows, opened his eyes, and saw a man in white standing in front of him on his left, the sword held in his right hand was "sticking" in front of his eyebrows, Jing Ke knew that he was blocking the silver needle and saving himself.

But who is he?

Zheng He looked at the person who suddenly appeared, and he was also a little incredulous, he didn't expect that he would come, and he was already a first-realm cultivator, if he decided to live or die, he might not be his opponent.

Ying Zheng's expression, which had never changed, also became a little ugly: he would come and come to save Jing Ke, although it was unexpected, but it was reasonable Zheng

Ying Zheng got up, his face was very calm, but everyone in the hall could feel the anger in Ying Zheng's heart that could burn the ground.

"You're going to save him?"

Ying Zheng's voice that couldn't hear joy and anger resounded through the hall, like the emperor of the Nine Heavens, looking down on all beings.

Ximen Blowing Snow withdrew his long sword, and stood quietly, like an unclimbable iceberg.

Hearing Yingzheng's words, he raised his head, and the fearless brother Yingzheng looked at each other.

"Yes"

Ximen Fuxue said this word very calmly, but many people still felt a cold from him.

Ying Zheng didn't know when he walked to the edge of the platform, his hands behind his back, a majestic and domineering body, looking down at the two of Ximen Blowing Snow who had been surrounded by the Praetorian Guards.

"You know, without Lone's consent, today, none of you can get out of this palace for half a step. Ying Zheng's tone was a little cold,

Ximen Fuxue still had a cold face, but tightened the sword in his hand, and this was his answer.

Ying Zheng turned around slowly, only the words with some condolences came from above.

"It turned out that I was wrong, I knew that I was not him, I couldn't be him, and I didn't want to tarnish his name, he should be admired by all ages, and he should not bear the infamy of a tyrant. ”

"Perhaps, it's because I really don't know him, what he values is not fame, maybe it's not power, he really wants to do something for the people here, whether it's a saint or a tyrant, I don't care!

At this point, Ying Zheng turned around suddenly: "I just want to be the first emperor who created peace for all generations - Ying Zheng, whoever blocks the orphan will die!"

"Politics is me, and one person is one country. ”

The ministers looked at Ying Zheng with a smile, they didn't know what happened to him, could it be that he was stimulated by the assassins of Yan Kingdom, so he was so crazy?

"Boom"

Suddenly, there was a loud bang in the air, and the earth shook suddenly, and some of the ministers in the palace fell extremely embarrassed. At this time, everyone's faces changed greatly, and the divination commander hurriedly knelt on the ground, and said in horror: "The assassin assassinated my king, and I am angry, so I ask my king to order the assassin to be killed." ”

When the other ministers heard this, they also hurriedly knelt down and echoed: "Please ask my king to order the assassin to be killed, so as to calm the king's peace and calm his anger." ”

Ying Zheng's eyes seemed to be able to see through the roof, looking at the blue sky, and his face suddenly became extremely solemn!

Zheng He and Ximen Chuixue had an inexplicable understanding in their hearts, and warned that there would be a disaster of collapse and cracking, and when the time came, it would be a river of blood and purgatory on earth.

Ximen Blowing Snow closed his gaze, looked at Yingzheng on the throne, and then looked at Zheng He, and said, "Life and death battle." ”

Zheng He did not hesitate, nodded, and flew straight towards the outside of the hall with Ximen Fuxue, and the ministers in the palace looked at each other.

Ying Zheng didn't even look at Jing Ke, turned around and walked behind the screen. Jing Ke just wanted to get up, but he didn't expect that the dagger he had never used to assassinate Ying Zheng suddenly flew up from the ground, and with a pop, it shot into his throat with such a speed that even Zheng He's silver needle was less than one-tenth of it.

Jing Ke looked at the black jade screen, and realized that he was the most terrifying person.

"Prince, I failed. ”

Jing Ke slowly fell down weakly, remembering the high spirits before the assassination of Qin, remembering Yi Shui's white robe farewell, remembering that He Gao gradually left the street to drink, discussing major events as he wanted, and telling his future ambitions with longing. remembered the days when I went to the sword fight, met Gai Nie, and met her......

Why is she getting farther and farther away from her on the city tower, Jing Ke is reluctant to raise her hand and want to grab Na Lirao's figure......

On the roof of a palace in Zhangtai Palace, Ximen Fuxue and Zheng He stood a hundred meters apart, as if they were waiting for each other to enjoy their last moments.

"Why are you doing this?" Zheng He's voice was a little bitter.

Ximen Fuxue looked at Zheng He on the other side, all this is so familiar, he doesn't believe in fate, let alone reincarnation, he only believes in the sword in his hand, but at this time he always recalls the duel between him and Ye Gucheng in his mind, the top of Bauhinia City, the top of Xianyang City, isn't this really reincarnation?

"Do you know Ye Gucheng?"

Zheng He shook his head.

Simon Fuxue continued: "He once said: 'Those who learn swords do not have to be sincere to others as long as they are sincere with swords. ’”

"Chengjian is also a city person. ”

"This sword is a sharp weapon, the blade of the sword is three feet seven inches, and the net weight is seven catties and thirteen taels. ”

Zheng He also stretched out his right hand solemnly, with an embroidery needle between his fingers, and said: "This needle is made of silver and iron, with a needle of 5 centimeters, a net weight of 1.04 grams, and a fast body speed." ”

Suddenly, Ximen Fuxue drew his sword out of the sheath, and a sword light flew up, like a shocking lightning, like a startling rainbow.

Zheng He's face was solemn, Ximen Fuxue's sword was a killing sword, he knew that he might not be able to stop it, but he had to win, and he had to leave his life to protect that person.

Zheng He also clamped the silver needle in his hand, attached the leather to it, and the silver light flickered, and threw it towards the west gate to blow snow.

Ximen Blowing Snow danced the long sword, the sword light was full, and suddenly there was a sound of "Ding Ding Ding Ding", sparks splashed everywhere, and all the silver needles were shot down by Ximen Blowing Snow, and the sword light disappeared.

The figures of the two flashed, rushed towards each other, and as soon as they fought, they flew up in the air again, the sound of bumps was endless, and dozens of convergences, the two fell on the roof, looking at each other quietly, Zheng He's whole body was full of swords, and blood was dripping. Looking at Ximen Blowing Snow like this, he knew that Ximen Blowing Snow was a very arrogant person, otherwise he would not have chosen to leave in the first place, so he did not persuade him to surrender, such a person only relies on the sword in his hand to do things, and will not surrender to anyone, because he is the sword god Ximen Blowing Snow.

There was a hole in the center of Ximen Blowing Snow's eyebrows, and blood flowed out of it, Ximen Blowing Snow looked at the rising sun, and slowly fell backwards, he didn't think that there was a reason why he would choose the path that Ye Gucheng used to be......

Zheng He sighed, walked over, looked at Ximen Fuxue who closed his eyes and died, and said with some sadness: "He is the king, he is tolerant enough to you, how can he still touch his scales." ”

"Is it for Jing Ke? or for the sword in your heart, or for the hero in your heart. ”

No one responded to Zheng He's words, only the slightly chilly spring breeze blew the Buddha, and the white clothes of the West Gate blowing snow were simple and simple.

Zheng He sighed again, bent down to pick up the body of Ximen Fuxue, and then looked at the Praetorian Guards who surrounded the palace, and said to Li Zhong, the commander of the Praetorian Guard: "He is dead, disperse." ”

After holding the corpse of Ximen Blowing Snow, he flew up in the air and flew towards Xianyang Palace, and the black sheath sword that Ximen Blowing Snow fell on the roof made a soft sound, a curry, and shattered into countless pieces.

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