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"Poof."

Ningjiang, coastline.

Chu Xuan handed out a knife, and Han Qingzhi retreated.

In an instant, Chu Xuan's five fingers poked out, and from a height of half a zhang, he clamped Han Qingzhi's neck, which was towards the ground and pressed hard.

The action is simple.

However, it is extremely rude.

That feeling is like a peerless beast that has been violently knocked off the altar.

Han Qingzhi, who was already strong and powerful, was subject to Chu Xuan, but under the stalemate between the two and two, his vertebrae were like a tight arch, bent but unyielding.

This picture is extremely weird.

So much so that everyone was worried about whether Han Qingzhi would be forcibly crushed in the next moment.

"Boom!"

Han Qingzhi's lips tightened, and he was at the last moment of adjusting his state.

With almost all the strength of his body, he shook away all the energy that Chu Xuan had poured into his body.

As the body returns to normal.

It seems that because the strength is too great, the entire heavenly dome is like a bowstring, emitting bursts of trills.

"Whew."

Chu Xuan let out a few sighs.

The state of the peak martial artist of the Twelve Realms still can't control this nine thousand years old who was invincible in the past, which shows how terrifying the latter's defensive ability is.

But.

Han Qingzhi was not lightly injured, especially this time when he forcibly broke free, which made him scatter his strength, and the pace of his footing showed a sign of disorder.

"Waste, my Qin royal clan has raised you for so many years, and at the critical moment, it is useless at all."

"If you die there, it's still a hundred, if you don't die, Lao Tzu will come back and clean up your shit."

Qin Zizhong, who lives in the rear and puts on a posture of pointing the country.

At this moment, his face was gloomy and he looked like crazy.

Han Qingzhi, who has been defeated and defeated repeatedly, carries his life with his life, and the purpose is nothing more than to ensure that the rear of the Qin royal family is not disturbed.

Such an act of loyalty is enough to make people moved.

However, instead of being dissatisfied, Qin Zizhong scolded him.

The room was full of guests, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

Qin Zizhong, who let his mouth open, was very arrogant.

It's just that the arrogant Qin Zizhong, after doing what he wants for a few moments, a secret message from the family made this young son of the royal family.

Suddenly, his face changed in blue and white.

"What the are you talking about?"

Qin Zizhong stretched out his hand to wipe his face, his palms were full of cold and cold wetness.

Outsiders didn't know what was going on on Qin Zizhong's side.

However, I saw Young Master Qin, who was still high up and fearless before.

For a short moment, like a lost dog.

No matter how stupid a person is, he knows that something big has happened.

"I'll go back now."

once aspired to be a master, and delusionally wanted to become a young son of the Qin family.

At this moment, even the strength to go out and walk is gone.

A few feet down, soft and soft, almost fell.

At this moment, it can be described as Qin Zizhong, who is aware of hindsight.

Only then did he realize that without the shock of the old man on his head, let alone him Qin Zizhong, even the entire Qin family would fall into chaos.

Old Regent, parade outside the door.

A quarter of an hour later.

The old king, who had always been strong-boned, died suddenly.

He stood in front of the Qin family, facing the sky on his back, with his hands behind his back, looking at the past from a distance, vaguely giving people a domineering intent.

However, people have closed their eyes for a long time.

Wu Gou witnessed the death of the regent and temporarily notified several high-ranking members of the clan.

Lonely and stunned in place, it seems, the figure is alone.

Figures of the times of the older generation.

Another one died.

Niu Nose Chu Lao'er, he shouldn't be lonely down there.

"Boom!"

Just at the moment when Chu Xuan and Han Qingzhi were fighting for their lives, life and death were shouldering each other.

The void suddenly exploded with a lightning bolt as thick as a dragon.

The timbre exploded like a mountain of rocks.

In an instant, the pouring rain poured down like this.

Gradually, he rushed away from Han Qingzhi's bloodstains.

Han Qingzhi stretched out his hand to wipe the rain from his face, opened his mouth, and seemed to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he became speechless again.

Chu Xuan held the pestle knife in one hand, his eyes were in a trance.

"Once, on the day when my life and death robe was killed at the pinnacle, it also rained suddenly in the sky, and it lasted for a month before it gradually subsided."

Han Qingzhi's tone trembled, and his expression was lonely.

The stars will fall, and the heavens and the earth will mourn together.

Wu Wuyang's death, in that year, gave the Qin royal family an unimaginable fatal blow, so that the follow-up hegemony was completely delayed.

Chu Xuan suddenly felt bored, sighed, and laughed at himself, "At this time, if there is a sip of wine to drink, it will be fine." ”

"There's wine, there's a battlefield." Han Qingzhi nodded.

Chu Xuan smiled and pandered, "There are also rivers and lakes." ”

Han Qingzhi smiled happily and was in a dull mood.

"About Wu Wuyang, a peerless star, tell me about it?" Chu Xuan sat down cross-legged and asked curiously.

Han Qingyi sat on the ground with his buttocks, his eyes dim.

With the time and time, Wu Wuyang's status and influence will indeed change the overall situation.

It's a pity that Wu Wuyang, who died at the peak, did not die under the opponent's knife in the real sense.

Rather, it was written by the Qin family.

Because of the outstanding military achievements.

Because of the high merit of the Lord.

Because of this man with a rough personality and who only lives for the battlefield all his life, he doesn't know how to intrigue and ignore human relations, and finally provokes Qin Lie's youngest son Qin Cang's intolerability.

As the saying goes, a thorn in the eye, a thorn in the flesh, and then quickly.

"That was his last battle, and he could have won a big victory, but unfortunately, Qin Cang's cup of chronic poisonous wine caused him to be beheaded on the battlefield, and his head was in a different place."

After this incident, Qin Lie was furious.

After a thorough investigation, it finally ended with Qin Cang's death, so as to completely make this matter a final conclusion.

However, the morale of the army has been disrupted.

"Since then, many robes have been asking themselves, they are working so hard for the Qin family, and in the end, they are still victimized by their own people."

"So, is it worth all this now?"

Han Qingzhi laughed miserably, a scum of the family who did not learn and did not know how to do it, not to mention the chaos in the army, and even more caused Qin Lie's decades of hegemony to be in vain.

He sometimes thinks that Qin Lie should have a lot of regrets in his life, right? raised such a son as Qin Cang, he must occupy one of them.

"Most of the characters of the older generation have unfulfilled wishes."

Chu Xuan stood up, lifted the dragon sparrow, and walked slowly.

Han Qingzhi's hands fell down, and he didn't mean to get up.

"You have been in your life, the word loyalty and righteousness have always been only for Qin Lie, and it has nothing to do with the Qin family." Chu Xuan glanced at him and hit the nail on the head.

Han Qingzhi's eyes were dim and indifferent.

"He's dead now."

Oh, yes.

An old man who once ruled almost an era.

Died before this pouring rain.

Died before the family upheaval.

Dust to dust.

Soil to earth.

"Third prince?"

Just as the two of them staggered by, and there was no intersection again, Han Qingzhi suddenly spoke.

Chu Xuan stopped in place and waited for the following.

After a long time, Han Qingzhi hoarsely voiced and begged in a tone, "For the sake of his face after all, he is your grandfather, can you kill fewer people?" ”

Well.

The figure swept away, and Chu Xuan, who was gradually moving away, finally turned into a black dot.

Han Qingzhi looked around blankly, his eyes filled with tears, "We, we still haven't been able to push the mountains and rivers of the imperial capital for thousands of miles......"

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