Although it was a time of war at this time, the ban on weapons did not play a big role, but Shouyang City was the Kyoto of Great Chu, and the control of weapons among the people has always been extremely strict. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

And now there are not only weapons, but also crossbows, if it is other states and counties, it will be counted, but this situation actually appeared at the feet of the Son of Heaven, which is equivalent to hanging a sickle that will fall at any time on Zao Wouji's head.

With Zao Wou-ki's angry order, the entire Shouyang City undercurrent surged, and the people's hearts were panicked, as if a storm was coming.

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In the backyard of Wenxiang Pavilion, Su Heng sat quietly in the pavilion built after the Jiangnan garden, sipping fresh tea with an indifferent expression, and his mood was not affected by last night's assassination.

The pavilion is moderately wide and long, except for a bluestone road, surrounded by beautiful lakes and fragrant birds. Chen De stood aside, his body swaying slightly, as if he was saying something.

Zhao Jinyu still went to the Guozijian today, after all, he wanted to make a gesture and let those students who were still standing in the middle and swaying see that the Nine Emperors were not arrogant people, and no matter how dangerous it was, it would not affect his will.

Zhao Jinyu is not here, this Wenxiang Pavilion naturally has the final say according to Su Heng, even if Chen De has served Zhao Jinyu for many years, he has not been dissatisfied, he knows that he is more suitable for fighting and killing, rather than conspiracy.

Su Heng sat quietly at the stone table, his white and slender fingers unconsciously swiped back and forth on the stone table, and asked without raising his head: "I heard that Zhao Yue has recently recruited a new doorman, and it is said that his swordsmanship is outstanding?" ”

Chen De nodded, his expression was a little serious: "That's right, that guest is called Zhang Crazy Laugh, known as a mad swordsman, his style of action has always been rampant, and he has defeated countless sword masters with his unique swordsmanship. ”

After hearing this, Su Heng raised his head, looked directly at the calm and waveless lake, looked at the golden scales that occasionally popped out of the water, and said in a lazy voice: "Let the sword slave go, kill it if you can, kill it if you can, and if you can't kill it, you will be wasted." ”

Although he couldn't directly trouble Zhao Yue, Su Heng didn't mind venting his evil anger on the people below him, if he ignored last night's incident like this, I am afraid that Zhao Yue would be even more aggressive in the future.

Moreover, it is also time to try the skills of the sword slave, Su Heng does not have the habit of raising idlers.

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Zhang Crazy Laugh, known as the mad swordsman, Changping County people, in addition to the arrogant personality, a hand of swordsmanship is also to make the big open and close, fearless, with this ruthlessness, soon in Changping County to break a lot of fame, and finally was invited by Zhao Yue to come to Shouyang City, as his men.

Like other swordsmen, Zhang Madxiao is inseparable from wine in addition to swords in this life, and he will go to the restaurant every day to get drunk, and today, as in the past, he walks to the restaurant he usually goes to, because there is his favorite liquor.

The thrill of the liquor in the throat is simply intoxicating.

"Who are you?"

On a road that must be passed, Zhang Crazy Smile was blocked by someone, and the person who stood in the way was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, dressed in a pitch-black cloth robe, with his hair tied, and carrying an exaggerated sword box behind his back.

This is a very dangerous man, he has been laughing wildly for many years, and under his keen senses, he knows that this person is coming for himself.

The man in black was expressionless, looked at Zhang Crazy Smile indifferently, and when his sharp eyes swept the wide-backed sword in the latter's hand, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he smiled coldly: "My name is Sword Slave, and I came to take your life on the orders of Mr. ”

Hearing that the man in front of him was going to kill himself, Zhang Madhan laughed loudly and mocked loudly: "Your grandfather Zhang, if I get drunk today, you may still have a chance, but now that I haven't drunk a drop of alcohol, are you here to send him to death?" ”

Zhang Crazy laugh is the same as the rumors, his personality is rampant, he is very confident in himself, he has been in Shouyang for so long, and there will be many sword masters, but few people can survive a few moves in his hands, after a long time, he naturally feels that this place of heaven is nothing more than this, there is no master who can take it.

The sword slave didn't say cruel words to Zhang Yanxiao, but lightly clasped the sword box with his right hand, and a long red sword like a burning cloud corresponding to the sunset in the sky came out, and the sword body was slender, like a fire dragon spitting letters.

The fire burned the clouds, and the thirty-six sword list ranked twenty-seventh.

Zhang Crazy Smile is also a person who knows the goods, when he saw the fire burning clouds, greed flashed in his fierce eyes, and Zhang Crazy smiled: "I didn't expect you to not only come to send your life today, but also to send a sword, okay." ”

Although Zhang Crazy laughed and said wildly, he was secretly cautious and did not have the slightest carelessness; However, even if the other party held the twenty-seventh ranked Fire Burning Cloud, he was not afraid, the thirty-six sword list was only a ranking of swords, not a ranking of people, and in these years, there were many people who deceived the world and stole their reputation.

The sword slave didn't respond, just stood in place, the arm holding the sword from top to bottom, gently flipping over, obviously intending to be ready to kill with one blow.

The Burning Cloud is a famous sword that combines killing and elegance, which can not only kill with intent, but also have a picturesque sword body.

"A sword."

The black sparrow passing by, the low sound is like an attack command, the sword slave whispers softly, the body moves, the toes pounce forward, the body is like a feather floating, but the speed is like a galloping wind, the fire cloud is elegant and picturesque, like a sunset galloping by.

"You ......"

Zhang Yanxiao subconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword, his eyes flickered, the words in his mouth did not have time to finish, there was already a bloody hole in his throat, his eyes fell back emptyly, and the wide-backed sword that had followed him for many years stood alone on the side.

The sword slave walked lightly, picked up the big sword, glanced at it, it was a good sword, and then threw it aside like garbage, turned away, his hobby was to collect the world's famous swords, not a good sword.

Mad swordsman, insolent laughter, death.

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The singing and dancing in the south of the Yangtze River is leveling, and the cold wind and lonely snow outside the plug.

Jiuyuan County, Jiuyuan City, here is an important town on the border of Great Chu, with snow like mountains all year round, and 100,000 border troops are stationed to resist the invasion of surrounding countries.

In Da Chu, when it comes to Jiuyuan City, there will definitely be a person. Mengzhan.

Meng Zhan, the first general of Great Chu, brave and strategic, he has defended Jiuyuan City for ten years, resisting the invasion of Jin, Wei and Zhao no less than 100 times, no matter how many elite soldiers and strong generals the enemy has, no matter how many wise and resourceful people, he has not lost an inch of land.

Mengzhan, not only in the Chu State, but also in other enemy countries, is also a myth, an iron-blooded and heroic man, an undefeated myth.

On Jiuyuan City, Meng Zhan's clothes were very thin, the inside was a single coat, and the outside was draped with a worn, hand-sewn and spliced coat, such clothes did not play much role in keeping out the cold outside the often snowy plug.

Looking at the retreating enemy troops under the city, none of the soldiers on the city wall cheered, their expressions were cold, they were tired, and they could not see a trace of life, and the mountains of corpses under the city and the military flags that were discarded by the enemy were scattered all over the corner; Killing, they are used to it, they are numb, they are born for war.

There is a group of people who have no emotions, they have no humanity, and all they do is for the land behind them.

For the sake of the Chu State, for the sake of their relatives, and for the land behind them, the 100,000 border troops have no regrets!