Until the long sword was forced behind Gu Nan, she still stood there holding Wuge.

Before the sword fell, the sword wind swept over first, rolling up the corners of the white robe. The blade seemed to twist in the swept sword qi, and swept across the gap between the two at an extremely fast speed.

The corners of Gu Nan's mouth hooked up a smile, and the hand holding the black sword moved.

Qingming's sword light flashed and disappeared, and no one could see anything clearly.

Chi Lian and Bai Feng, who were standing in the distance, just felt that the white-robed figure in their eyes shook, and their eyes were bright and dark.

Wei Zhuang's sword stopped, and the swirling sword wind also dispersed, and his sword had not yet touched Gu Nan.

But a slender sword was already across his shoulder, the slightly cool blade reflective.

He didn't see how the sword came out of its sheath, only that it had been placed there and stopped when he saw it.

A fallen leaf that had been swept up by the sword wind was only then falling, floating past the two of them, and smoothly split into two halves.

Chi Lian stared blankly at the courtyard, his mouth slightly open. Bai Feng looked at the sword on Wei Zhuang's shoulder, his eyes were stunned.

They are also good hands, and in their eyes, Wei Zhuang's swordsmanship is already rare in the world. There should be only a handful of people in this world who can surpass him in swordsmanship.

But the white-robed man standing in front of the hall only used a sword to break Wei Zhuang's sword.

And it was so fast that they couldn't see it clearly, and without seeing any swordsmanship, it was like simply drawing a sword and drawing a sword.

Are the people in Guigu so terrible?

Chi Lian and Bai Feng secretly thought to themselves that even many years later, when they met another Guigumen person, there were many shadows because of this sword.

Gu Nan chuckled and looked at Wei Zhuang who was stunned in front of him.

Unsheathed, he reached out and patted him on the cheek.

"I've improved a lot over the years, but you have to practice for a few more years to beat me."

Seeing that the senior sister looked like a child, Wei Zhuang reluctantly put away his sword.

"Hmm."

Thinking back to the sword just now, if you practice for a few more years, can you stop that sword?

"It is rumored that Senior Brother was once the number one swordsman in the Qin Kingdom, it seems to be a rumor." He could guarantee that Gai Nie would not be able to block that sword.

"Xiao Nie?" Gu Nan said with a smile while hanging Wuge back on his waist: "His swordsmanship is already very good. ”

In fact, her swordsmanship is not much stronger than Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie, and it should even be said that she may be weaker than them, after all, these two are also rare swordsmanship wizards. However, she has a body of internal breath cultivation that she doesn't even know to what level she has reached, which also makes her sword extremely fast.

Hanging up Wuge, Gu Nan raised his head again, looked at Wei Zhuang and asked, "What are you doing when you came to me today?" ”

"The rebellion of the old Korean lord should be tonight." Speaking of business, Wei Zhuang's expression became serious, although he couldn't see anything on his basically expressionless face.

"Tonight." Gu Nan narrowed his eyes: "I know." ”

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"Childe, the book has been summoned to the old ministers everywhere, just wait for the son to act, and the old ministers from all over the country will definitely respond."

The old man stood in front of Han Cheng, with a little excitement on his face, as a Korean minister, he thought that he would not be able to see the day of South Korea's restoration in his life.

Now that the day of South Korea's resurgence is just around the corner, it doesn't hurt to die when you are dying.

Han Cheng stood in front of his seat with his back on his back, watching the sunset outside.

The doormen of the courtyard knelt there in armor and swords, and men were already deployed in various parts of the city. Just wait for night, and attack the city at night.

He seemed to be a little hesitant, and asked the old man behind him in a low voice, "So, Han Kecheng?" ”

"Childe." The old man looked at Han Cheng firmly and nodded: "Han Kecheng!" ”

"Yes." Nodding, Han Cheng straightened his clothes.

"Someone."

The waiters on both sides walked up with their armor in their hands and hung the armor on Han Cheng's body.

A maid half-knelt in front of Han Cheng, holding a long sword in both hands and bowing her head.

Han Cheng lowered his head and looked at the long sword, which was his brother's saber.

Reaching out and holding the sword in his hand, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the doorman kneeling in the courtyard. After taking a few steps forward, the clothes and armor on his body were a little heavy, he didn't know martial arts, and his walk was a little bumpy.

It was already night outside, and torches were lit in the courtyard, and the firelight illuminated the swords in the courtyard, with a cold chill.

Han Cheng's hand was on the hilt of the sword, and with the sound of gold and iron rubbing, the long sword was pulled out of the scabbard and raised diagonally.

Looking around, Han Cheng took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Restore me to Korea." ”

"Yes!"

The doorman stood up.

The night of Xinzheng was lit up by flames.

There was a chaotic sound in the night, footsteps, and the sound of clothes and armor clashing. The firelight lit up the air, obscuring the glimmer of the stars and moon.

On top of a pavilion, Chi Lian stood beside Wei Zhuang, looking at the fires in the street, he didn't know what the look was in his eyes, and his lips were light: "Korea." ”

Wei Zhuang watched silently, watching the fire ignite, waiting for the fire to go away.

South Korea is long gone, and its remains should have been swept away by the waves.

Where the fire did not reach, at the gate of Xinzheng, an army stopped. Standing there as if there was no sound, the black armor was hidden in the night, the armor on the face was fierce, and a pair of black and white eyes under the armor looked at the end of the street.

With the sound of horses' hooves, a white-robed general stood in front of the black-armored army with a bright silver spear, pulling the reins.

The black horse seemed to sense something, and its hooves restlessly tread on the stone slabs of the street.

Han Cheng turned over and got on the horse and sat on the horse's back.

The old man rode up to his side: "Childe, the old ministers began to attack the barracks, the general's mansion and the court. Childe can take the city wall to clear the city garrison. ”

Han Cheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the hilt of the sword in his hand was a little cold, and nodded: "Okay!" ”

"Let's go!"

The veteran was on his horse, and behind him were a group of soldiers from the Qin State standing at various intersections of the street.

Seeing the firelight rushing in, he raised his hand, and Changge fell, pointing forward.

In the firelight, a group of men in armor walked through the street, only to see what seemed to be standing at the end of the street. The blades in the shadows reflected a cold light, and the doormen who rushed in front tried to stop, but they couldn't.

As the veteran's hand fell, the shouts of killing began.

The silence of the night was broken by an abrupt blow, shouts were heard from the streets, and the flames were blazing.

People were woken up by the sound and saw the chaotic figures cast outside the windows, and the occasional sound of swords clashing, so they locked the doors and windows and hid in their homes.

A child in a small house on the side of the street opened the window and looked out curiously. But then the adults in the family reached out to cover their eyes, pulled back into the room, and closed the window.