A shout of killing made Chang Yu, who was recuperating with his eyes closed, open his eyes.

Then, what had been a quiet environment suddenly seemed to change, and there were sounds everywhere.

A feeling of chaos filled his heart, and Chang Yu stood up and clenched the long sword that covered the sun.

"Someone!"

Chang Yu shouted, but there was no response for a long time.

The thick door of the tent was opened, and a wave of qi rushed in front of Chang Yu, and the bloody qi followed, and the situation was worse than imagined.

Everything became unimportant with the appearance of that teenager.

At this moment, Chang Yu had a lot of questions in her heart. But he didn't say anything.

The boy was stained with blood and seemed to have participated in the battle. He found a place and sat down, looking casual.

"Master Changxin, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

The ordinary greeting was particularly harsh in the sound of blood killing, Chang Yu smiled, and the long sword in his hand waved, and the killing intent was vigorous.

"Yes, it's been a long time."

Chang Yu walked step by step, very slowly, but full of power and oppression, as if he wanted to crush Zhao Shuang.

"I've always had a doubt in my mind. If my plan succeeds, then you can benefit too. Why do you stand in my way? ”

"Do you mean the benefits you mean by the separating side?"

Zhao Shuang smiled, as if he was laughing at Chang Yu's naivety.

"The biggest beneficiary of this is obviously you. But neither Changpingjun nor others would see such a result happen. So, you are not responding to every call today, but you are being constrained everywhere. ”

"How did you get your horses?"

Zhao Shuang's words made Chang Yu angry. He raised the long sword in his hand, pointed at Zhao Shuang, and questioned.

Whether it was Zhao Shuang's private soldiers or the army in the hands of the generals on his side, it was too far and too far from here to get here so quickly.

The two nearest troops and horses belonged to the Fan Yu period department stationed in Hedong and the Yang Duanhe department stationed in the Duan clan, but it was impossible to hide the eyes and ears of the net and transfer troops here.

The only possibility-

Thinking of this, the anger in Chang Yu's heart was even worse.

"—Why did Lü Buwei help you?"

"Changxinhou, you are too naïve."

Zhao Shuang's gaze made Chang Yu very uncomfortable and pierced his heart.

"As I have already said, you are the one who will benefit the most from the success of your plan. Whether it's Changpingjun or Wenxinhou, will they watch you ascend to the pinnacle of power? ”

"You used a big secret to coerce Wen Xinhou, but will he be willing?"

"In the game, whoever can't hold on first will fail; Unless, you don't care about failure anymore and are going to leave everything behind. ”

At this moment, there was a sudden feeling in my heart:

Lu Buwei calculated that he would not stop, so with the help of Zhao Shuang's power, he lowered the chips in his hand. Just like a gambler, the more chips you lose, the more reluctant you are to get off the table.

"I always thought that Lu Buwei was old, but I didn't expect that 'old ginger' was spicy."

"It's not too late for you to know."

Zhao Shuang waved his hand, threw the net scroll on the table, and found what he was looking for - the undercover list of the net in the Mo family.

"Interesting, a few of them are actually offline from the net, I really didn't notice it before."

Looking at Zhao Shuang who was so wanton, Chang Yu snorted coldly.

"Today is the time of your death."

The long sword of the sun stabbed in, with a little cold light. Just as the sword edge approached, all of a sudden, the killing intent bloomed, and the cold light dissipated, as if there were many dark shadows, covering everything.

Zhao Shuang didn't seem to feel anything, and when the sword was about to come, he bent his head casually, and with a flick of his fingers, he bounced away the sharp sword.

Chang Yu just turned around and slashed Zhao Shuang back, but saw a sword shadow cut through the tent cloth and rushed straight in front of him, the black long sword against his blade.

"Xuan Qian, it's you again!"

Xuan Jian smiled, and had a trace of sympathy for this enemy who had only met not long ago.

"See you again!"

Zhao Shuang was hurrying to look at the file of the net; After all, the dossier is not so easy to see.

"Xuan Qian, play with him."

Zhao Shuang's attitude seems to have angered the sun, don't I want to lose face as a top-level assassin in the net?

Chang Yu immediately used his sword, picked up the oil lamp, and wanted to scatter it on the box where the scrolls were placed, destroying the file of the net.

It's just that his plan didn't come true.

As the top two swordsmen in the world, in such a narrow space, Xuan Jian easily stopped Chang Yu.

With a wave of the sword, the oil lamp was split in half, and the lamp oil scattered on the ground, setting off a cloud of flames. At the moment, no one stopped the spread of the flames.

Soon, it burned.

The heat was paved, but Chang Yu felt a chill on his skin. He didn't have much to wear in the tent, and the slightest cold wind seeped in from the broken part of the tent, blowing on his skin, and his body was cold.

The heat wave and the cold wind were intertwined, and Chang Yu's face looked very red. He glanced at the young man sitting behind the table as if he had caught something interesting, and he didn't take his eyes off for a moment.

The battle between victory and defeat has already been fought between him and Xuan Qian; The battle of life and death has not yet been carried out.

In this narrow place, Xuan Qian's swordsmanship became more and more conservative. Chang Yu opened and closed widely, but he was at ease. Xuan Jian could only passively support him, allowing him to take a big advantage.

It's just that Chang Yu has never been able to push further.

The tent gradually burned down, and the view around it gradually became clearer.

"How so?"

There were no soldiers wearing Qin army uniforms on the surrounding battlefields, and the rest were all Zhao Shuang's men and horses.

The advantage that had been felt in the battle was lost in this moment.

Xuan Jian smiled, grasping the change in Chang Yu's psychology at this moment, and the sword turned around, cutting through the soft armor he was wearing, and stabbing into the shoulder.

Chang Yu snorted, took a few steps back, and heard Xuan Qian's voice coming.

"You're careless!"

Chang Yu looked at the situation in front of him, and knew that it was useless to stay here. He turned around and ran away, and Xuan Jian did not stop him.

Zhao Shuang stood up, and he saw the file left by Chang Yu.

"Lord, why did you let him go?"

"He is a marquis of Che after all, and he must have a decent way to die. Take the chips away from his hand little by little, and eventually, he will be on the path that many would like to see him embark on. ”

Zhao Shuang smiled slightly, flicked his sleeves, shook off the black ashes stained on it, and walked out of the ruins.

"Your Majesty!"

Lü Buwei's private soldiers came over and gathered around the big tent, which was about to fall into ruins.

"There are huge cowards in the night, attacking the general's barracks. When you see the flames rising, you come to the rescue. However, the villains were cunning and took advantage of the chaos to leave. You have only found the remains of the general. ”

"I'll get it!"