Hearing this long-lost familiar voice, the corners of Ying Zheng's mouth unconsciously turned into a smile, tilted his head slightly, dodged the sword qi that was approaching him, and when he looked back at Tang Yun, there were some surprises in his eyes that even he hadn't noticed.

"It's been seven years, why haven't I made any progress in martial arts, these false tricks can't kill me." Spit out the grass in his mouth, Ying Zheng looked at Tang Yun with a smile.

"Without further ado, look at the sword." Tang Yun didn't pay any attention to Ying Zheng's ridicule, and slashed with a sword. Ying Zheng jumped into the void to avoid a new round of sword qi, this time it was a few points stronger than the last time, and it actually split a crack in the place where Ying Zheng was sitting just now, extending all the way to the stream, and even let the stream flow temporarily stop.

"Oh~ Not bad, the internal force has increased a lot, but the weapons are too poor." Ying Zheng looked at the crack in amazement, narrowed the corner of his eye, and raised his hand to block the sword that was stabbing straight at his face - only two fingers, and continued the comment just now, "Strength and... Killing intent is not enough. ”

Ying Zheng suddenly leaned towards Tang Yun, and before she could react, Ying Zheng's face with a smile on his face, which seemed to Tang Yun to be extremely unbeaten, was close at hand.

It was the first time to get so close to a man, and the other party looked so demonic, Tang Yun's face was slightly red, and his mind was a little flustered, Ying Zheng took the opportunity to slash Tang Yun's wrist, the force was just right, it wouldn't make her feel very painful, and it happened to be able to let go of the hilt of the sword. Getting the sword, Ying Zheng jumped a few steps away. Tang Yun also came to his senses at this time, and secretly complained that he almost fell into it, and missed a good opportunity to kill Yingzheng.

The blade of the sword broke between Ying Zheng's two fingers: "Look, this sword is really bad." When he looked up, he saw Tang Yun's slightly red face, Ying Zheng was a little confused, why not just fight, what is the blush? Lowering his head again and looking at the sword that had been broken in his hand, Ying Zheng suddenly realized, thinking that Tang Yun was angry that he had broken her sword, so he raised his head and comforted: "Don't be angry, I will compensate you for breaking your sword, you come with me." ”

Ying Zheng stepped forward and grabbed Tang Yun's wrist and walked towards Hanlong, Tang Yun looked at Ying Zheng's wrist in a daze, and his just awake head was a little dazed again. She couldn't deny that she felt that Ying Zheng was familiar from the first time she saw him.

As soon as he arrived at Hanlong's side, Ying Zheng was about to untie the rope, and as soon as the sword qi arrived, he slashed over, Ying Zheng took a step back and protected Tang Yun behind him. The sword qi split the rope, and Han Long immediately reacted, and also ran behind Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng took out the whip, which was his most beloved weapon, and it was also the one he didn't use the most. Because most of the time the assassins who come to assassinate Yingzheng, he can solve it empty-handed or whatever he wants. But this person 。。。。。。

Ying Zheng's eyes quickly recovered after flashing a trace of surprise, the sword qi that this person swung just now was by no means comparable to Tang Yun, and the strong and eager killing intent in the sword qi clearly told Ying Zheng that his strength should not be underestimated.

The head was biased: "Little girl, take the cold dragon to sit under the tree over there, don't get hurt, especially don't let my horse get hurt again." ”

Tang Yun stared at Ying Zheng's eyes, and she saw a seriousness she had never seen before: "Okay." ”

"It's really a big dog's guts, and he dares to be so presumptuous in front of Lone." Ying Zheng's eyes were covered with a layer of ice, and his face was expressionless. At this time, he is no longer a harmless teenager who plays with Tang Yun and loves to ride horses and shoot arrows, he is Yingzheng, King Yingzheng of Qin, who vows to become a Yingzheng who is feared by everyone in the world, ruthless and bloodthirsty.

"You're Yingzheng!? , then please surrender your life. ”

Wearing a mask, wearing black clothes, and holding a Qingling sword, Ying Zheng looked at the person in front of him: "Oh? Could it be that you are the legendary forest torturer who looks like me? Ying Zheng didn't know when he had moved behind Lin Xing, "I want to see if this rumor is true." As soon as the words fell, the long whip was swung out, and Lin Xing turned around to dodge the attack, dancing with a complex and dazzling sword technique.

"Oh? Qing Ying Sword Technique? Ying Zheng threw out the Bauhinia whip, the long whip with the momentum of breaking through the sky, and went straight towards the flaws exposed by Lin Xing, Qing Ming swordsmanship, heh, I'm really embarrassed, I, Ying Zheng just knew the flaws of this set of swordsmanship, and directly broke Lin Xing's sword momentum.

The whip was wrapped around the Qingling Sword, and the two were at a stalemate like this, Ying Zheng was expressionless, staring at the eyes behind the mask: "You actually know the Qingling Sword Technique, what is the relationship between you and Lu Buwei?" "The Qingying Sword Technique is a martial art created by Lü Buwei himself.

"No comment." Lin Xing suddenly slammed his strength, and Ying Zheng was taken over in a trance, and the blade of the sword was pointed directly at his throat.

"Bastard, dare to fuck me." Ying Zheng's head tilted to the left, avoiding his throat from the blade, but a wound was cut on his left arm, "hiss" Ying Zheng jumped a few times, quickly stabilized his body, and before Lin Xing turned his head, the long whip was thrown on Lin Xing's back.

Lin Xing spat blood: "You guy... ”

"It's you who was lonely first, I forgot to tell you, Lone's whip is coated with Lone's special poison, whether you want to exchange the antidote, you can do it yourself," Ying Zheng covered his arm, gasped, and black blood flowed out from between his fingers, "cough cough," the corner of his mouth overflowed with blood, "Forget it, Lone is amazing to cut off this arm, you poison... You don't have to shave your back. ”

"You... Change. Here you go" Lin Xing gritted his teeth and threw the antidote to Ying Zheng.

"Oh, wouldn't it be over like this, grinding and chirping, it hurts to death." Ying Zheng also threw the medicine to Lin Xing, and bared his teeth in pain.