In the early morning, the Qin people in Xianyang City were woken up by the sound of cars pressing through the streets, some opened the door, and some looked at the windows, all curious about what was going on. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info I saw the officials in the palace running out, one by one, with neat steps, scurrying up and down the street.

The scholars outside the palace and the powerful ministers in the temple, some in their chariots and some on foot, all headed towards the palace, and each of them was in a hurry. Is it going to be a new king, who will it be, otherwise it will be a war, trouble.

Su Ming had a sword pinned to his waist, and he drove the car very fast on the road, of course, because there was a Lang official in front of him, so he didn't have to worry about hitting someone.

ran all the way, and before he reached the gate of the palace, Su Ming had already found that the ministers at the gate of the palace were in a group of three and five in a group, and they were walking in while talking. Looking further away, the palace group behind in the distance, blue-black tiles, blue-black bricks, and even the logs are painted with a layer of black paint, which looks solemn and solemn, but it makes people feel cold.

Su Ming sent Yingji to the gate of the palace, from here, he had to walk in by himself, except for King Qin, everyone was no exception, Su Ming and Yingji glanced at each other, Yingji went in with a calm face alone, and the ministers next to him knew who it was, and they still hid far away.

Su Ming glanced up, what happened in this palace, he didn't know, he had Yingji to deal with it, and he had to accompany him to do such things, he should think about himself. Su Ming thought, it is better to take advantage of the fact that Xianyang City has not woken up yet, and when it is quiet, take a look around.

Driving the car, Su Ming walked very slowly, thinking about the things in his heart.

……

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him, although he was only dressed in black, but Su Ming could see the difference between him at a glance, looking at this back is very familiar, it is because of the hair, it seems that except for Mr. Sima, Su Ming has never seen a person who would tie his hair at will like this.

Originally, Su Ming didn't think it was anything, thinking about going up to say hello or something, since others "lent" him a stone, he hadn't thanked him.

But Su Ming looked up, but felt that something was wrong, this Mr. Sima was alone, and it was early in the morning, so he was here to do it.

Suddenly, Su Ming had a consciousness in his heart that it was not so simple for the other party to send that stone to him, as if there was some purpose. But he is such a person, what is there to gain, so if you think about it like this, there is only one result, and that is to come to Yingji.

If you think that this is Zuo Shuchang, that is, near Yingci's father's mansion, how can you not make Su Ming curious. Su Ming got out of the carriage, tied the carriage to the side at will, and followed secretly.

Mr. Sima walked very fast, and Su Ming had to walk quickly.

It was the first time for Su Ming to do something like stalking people, and he didn't have any experience, so after going around a street and turning a corner, Su Ming was surprised to find that Mr. Sima was gone.

Su Ming immediately became vigilant, and at the moment when he had just drawn the Departure Sword, suddenly, a rush of footsteps came from behind. At this moment, Su Ming felt a bad premonition, his scalp was numb, and he felt that his back was instantly wet.

Suddenly, Su Ming turned around, and suddenly his eyes widened, his expectations were really good, only to see a little sword tip in front of him, glowing with cold light, was attacking him, and it was facing the center of his eyebrows, only taking his own life, so that he had some deep hatred. Looking at such a thin sword again, it must be Mr. Sima's.

Under the instinctive reaction, the Lique Sword in Su Ming's hand struck fiercely, from the bottom to the top, and crossed a beautiful arc, slashing towards Mr. Sima's sword like electricity. Su Ming's swordsmanship, killing people is not good, and blocking can still be improvised, because he is tall and big.

Sima Hurricane, the sword is as its name suggests, his sword is like a gust of wind, no, it should be a hurricane, it blew like this, and the tip of the sword slashed in front of Su Ming.

Boom!

Sima Blast's sword roar was very crisp, and Su Mingli was bronze on the outside of the sword, which was hard to hear!

The two swords met and staggered.

Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief instantly, and he could be regarded as dodging this fatal sword. But suddenly, there was a tearing pain on his face, and it turned out that there was a very small hole in his face, oozing blood beads, such a sharp sword!

Sima Swift Wind's sword was like a gust of wind blowing continuously, endlessly.

The last sword was not successful, and Sima Fengfeng's eyes were not fully opened, but the sword in his hand was flattened like electricity. Su Ming is a lame swordsman, he can only make one move, no matter how you look at this sword, you can't dodge it, if this sword is heavy, your left arm will be gone.

Sima Hurry is worthy of being a good swordsman, after seeing that this person is Su Ming, as far as he can think, the sword is moved, and he forcibly cut off his sword momentum from it, and took it back, just cutting through Su Ming's clothes.

Look at it again, Su Ming's back is already wet and can't be wet anymore.

"It's ...... you"

Sima swept into the sheath and swung his sword, his face was pale, his lips were pale, and his voice was weak, like a broken candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

was already wounded, and he forcibly withdrew a sword, and his body could no longer bear it.

Su Ming saw that under the violent movement just now, a little blood oozed from Sima Feng's chest, and soon it was already wet, and Su Ming was shocked.

"Mr. Sima!"

As soon as Su Ming shouted, Mr. Sima couldn't hold it anymore and fell. In an instant, many thoughts passed through Su Ming's heart, but after all, he put away his sword and held Mr. Sima with one hand.

"Accepted...... Surprised, Gong ......! ”

Sima Hurry smiled, and then couldn't support himself anymore, his eyes were dark, and his consciousness was depressed.

Gong, the next word is "son".

Su Ming looked around and saw that there was no one, so he carried Sima Fengfeng to the carriage and brought him back to Yingji's mansion.

Not only was Yingji summoned into the palace, but even Wei Ran was also summoned into the palace, and he didn't know what was going on. Just when Mi Bazi was busy in the house, he heard that Su Ming came into the house with an injured and unconscious person. Shouting all the way to find a doctor for healing, Mi Bazi couldn't sit still, and hurriedly walked towards Su Ming.

Su Ming put Sima Hurry on top of the long case, the healing gentleman hadn't come yet, but he couldn't just wait, because he knew that if he continued like this, there would be too much blood flowing, and this person would never be able to be saved.

Su Ming lifted his clothes, and inside was a body of white flesh, but it was very strong, and there was a long cut on his chest, which seemed to be from top left to bottom right, very deep at first, and then shallower, not wide and thin, it looked like it was wounded by a thin blade, and this blood came out from here.

Looking at this opening, Su Ming took a long breath and remembered that night when he escaped death, which seemed to be injured by Wu Hook. The hook is curved, while the chest of a person is flat, so the wound is deep on one side and shallow on the other. And only when the hook is slashed will it be thin and deep, and the tip of the sword will not be like this.

Wu Hook, see Wu Hook again, are there many Wu Hooks in Xianyang City?

Could it be that Yingci sent someone to kill him?

After a while, Mi Bazi and the healing gentleman came at the same time, and Mi Bazi first watched the gentleman heal carefully, but did not speak.

As soon as Mr. came, he began to be busy, Sima Fengfeng's situation seemed to be very critical, and after a while, Mr. was sweating profusely. Looking at Sima Fengfeng again, his face was already pale.

"Alas, it can't be saved!"

He's dead.