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Lü Buwei was taken aback, fortunately, he was also a person who had experienced many accidents, although the incident happened suddenly, he still quickly calmed down, he had full confidence in the swordsmanship of Guan Zhongyi and Xu Shang, although these two assassins were sword masters, it was not easy to hurt themselves under the protection of the two of them. To read the latest chapters, please lock the biquge.info of Aishang Novels

After greeting Lu Yan and Zhou Ziheng, Lu Buwei retreated in the direction of the high platform.

Just as Lü Buwei was about to retreat to a safe area, and there was chaos in front of him, a white-clothed figure suddenly emitted a sharp edge like a sword out of its sheath, suddenly highlighting the crowd.

"Stepping and stepping" his force rushed forward, as if he was a wild horse that had escaped from the reins, a dragon out of the abyss, and he was shocked by this momentum in the field, as if time was standing still.

The footsteps carried a rhythm like a talisman, pressing towards the three of Lu Buwei, he didn't seem to be walking fast, but the distance between him and the three of them was rapidly shortening, in the eyes of others, no matter what obstacles ahead, he would definitely be able to catch up.

His hand held the hilt of the sword at his waist, a pair of hands that were as clear as snow, slender and slender than ordinary people, but well-proportioned and powerful, and his nails were cleanly trimmed.

His eyes are deep and powerful, but with indomitable determination and confidence, he has a bearing that is incomprehensible. The jet-black shoulder-length hair fluttering at the back of his head, blown straight by the wind, also showed how amazing his speed was at this time.

Lu Yan and Zhou Ziheng were shocked, and the two who bore the brunt of the attack, before they made a move, felt the invincible momentum of the man in white. Under the shock, even the hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled.

Meng Yuan on the side gasped, the appearance of the man in white proved his guess, the person who came was Cao Qiudao, the sword saint who was known as the number one master in the world, ------ Cao Qiudao.

Lu Zhan and Zhou Ziheng still remembered the identities of the two of them after all, they both drew their swords, and rushed forward with a roar, while on the other side, Guan Zhongyi and Xu Shang also knew about the plan, and they each went all out, wanting to return to Lu Buwei, but when the cold light flashed, Cao Qiudao's sword was out of its sheath and faced Lu Er.

Straight slash and slash diagonally, when Cao Qiudao's wrist and forearm shook rapidly, a large puff of silver sword light bloomed in the three of them, like a silver firework in full bloom. In an instant, the figures of Lu Yan and Zhou Ziheng were engulfed, and when the sword light was gone, only Cao Qiudao was left among the three people who were in the original pen pavilion, and there was no one between him and Lu Buwei.

Lu Yan and Zhou Ziheng, the two who were not weak in swordsmanship, actually fell under Cao Qiudao's sword in one round.

Behind him, there were several screams, and Guan Zhongyi and the others finally killed the three assassins, and turned to chase after Cao Qiudao. Their speed is not fast, but compared with Cao Qiudao's peculiar footwork, they are a little less momentum and rhythm.

A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Cao Qiudao's mouth, and Lu Buwei's back was already within reach of him, and his sword was raised diagonally, bringing out an arc of death.

Lu Buwei was in danger, he ran as fast as he could, while looking left and right, like a drowning man, trying to catch a life-saving straw, and then he saw a man in black on the sidelines, looking at him silently, his expression was extremely calm.

"Save ...... I ......"

He roared and muffled out of his throat, and suddenly felt a chill in his neck, and he flew high. The last thing he saw was a faint pity in Meng Yuan's eyes.

Lü Buwei, the right minister of Great Qin, was killed by Cao Qiudao, the assassin of Qi State, on the day of Tian Hunting!

Cao Qiudao succeeded in one blow, but he looked like he was still unsatisfied, and he didn't pay attention to the Guan, Xu and the others who were chasing after him, he just raised his head slightly, cold and ruthless, but his eyes were as sharp as knives, stabbing everyone on the high platform in front of him.

"Stepping and stepping" is still the kind of terrifying footsteps, rhythmic footsteps, shocking the hearts of everyone on the ground and on the high platform.

Cao Qiudao's white clothes, with the blood that killed Lu Buwei, rushed straight towards the high platform fifty meters away, and his momentum was like a galloping horse. Guan Zhongye and the others chased after him only ten meters away, but they couldn't catch up with him.

"Stop him, help!"

In Lü Buwei's camp, Mo Ao shouted loudly with a pale face, and when everyone was shocked by Lü Buwei's death, he was the first to react.

The soldiers of Great Qin are the best soldiers of this era, this is not a lie, but a real fact, dozens of Qin soldiers who began to react immediately blocked in front of the high platform, and Xiang Shaolong, who was in charge of the entire defense, also hurriedly led his subordinates to meet them.

Lu Buwei hangs up, which is a good thing for Xiang Shaolong, but if King Qin and Xiaopan hang up, this trouble will be big.

Cao Qiudao didn't stop at his feet, but just raised the long sword in his hand, this sword is a famous general, he has followed him for decades, and he doesn't know how many famous swordsmen have been killed under the sword. A faintly visible blue mark is the mark of this sword of killing.

Kill 10,000 people, and clot blood.

He swung his sword, swung his sword again, and counted several swords in a row, forming a staggered arc of cross sword light in front of him, and in just a flash, he took several lives. A dozen or so well-trained soldiers of the forbidden army could not even stop him.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.

With several masters behind him chasing with all their might, and being intercepted by dozens of forbidden troops in front, Cao Qiudao chose the most direct way to kill him.

A light wheel composed of swords suddenly appeared in the field, and in the sound of Xiao Xiao's sword, blood flowers fell like rain, and the corpses of five forbidden soldiers fell around him, like a blooming plum blossom. Everyone's fatal wound is the same, a sword in the throat, three points deep.

Seventeen corpses were left along the road, and when Guan Zhongxie, Xu Shang, Xiang Shaolong and others finally approached Cao Qiudao, except for Lu Buwei and the others, Cao Qiudao actually killed fourteen forbidden soldiers in one go, and the time spent was only the time for masters like Guan Zhongxiao to rush through a distance of more than thirty meters. So much so that when these contemporary masters finally caught up, facing Cao Qiudao who turned around, they couldn't help but feel a little frightened in their hearts.

"You are Cao Qiudao." Guan Zhongyi was shocked and angry.

"Yes, it's Cao." Cao Qiudao swung around his body with a slash in his hand, and while blocking Xu Shang's sword, he once again killed a forbidden soldier.

He said lightly: "I heard that the old boy in Zhaojian Zhai has accepted a good apprentice, just to see you shoot, there is a bit of heat, just let the sword come over, Cao has not met a decent opponent for more than ten years, let me see how much true you have from him."

A few of them spoke in their mouths, like a few friends chatting, but the sword in their hands did not stop at all, Cao Qiudao suppressed Guan Zhongyi and Xu Shang at the same time, and at the same time easily killed the forbidden army intercepted on the side, except for a few of their masters, those elite soldiers, there was almost no enemy under his sword. And the distance between him and the high platform is still shortening. His white clothes were already splattered with blood, but not a drop came from him.

But at this time, in the camping place south of Luoshui, dozens of fires appeared one after another, the fires flickered, the smoke billowed out, and in the black smoke of the fire, there was a faint sound of killing.

"It's the Yan people, and the Yan people colluded with Gao Lingjun to make trouble." Everyone on the stage was still frightened by the killing of Cao Qiudao in front of them, but several Qin army scouts brought another piece of bad news.

Everyone looked at the Prince Dan of Yan Kingdom who came to watch the ceremony, and he disappeared shortly after the competition began.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, I originally saw Guan Zhongye and several other masters catching up with Cao Qiudao, dozens of people fought together, although the people on the stage were nervous, but after all, they were relieved, but as soon as this news came, it made everyone, including King Qin, messed up.

"Shaolong, what is your best plan?" King Qin shouted.

"The king doesn't have to worry, the conspiracy of the Yan people has already been seen through by Xu Xiang and others, and when they left the table before, they went to arrange a countermeasure, and asked the king and others to retreat to the north bank under our escort.

Xiang Shaolong already knew about this matter, and hurriedly saluted.

"Okay, then there will be Lao Shaolong." King Zhuang Xiang said happily when he heard this.

Xiang Shaolong hurriedly ordered Teng Yi a few words, and then Teng Yi and Teng Yi scattered with two thousand elites to cover the evacuation of King Qin and others.

The situation in the field changed drastically again, only to see Cao Qiudao's wrist vibrating, sword light, a loud jingle and screams, he suddenly stretched out his left hand, grabbed a forbidden army that had just been killed by him, and danced him like a giant shield, under the cover of this meat shield, he suddenly launched a sprint and broke out of the encirclement. Only then did everyone realize that before they knew it, the distance between him and Gao Tai had been shortened to twenty or thirty meters.

How long would it take for a generation of grandmasters like him to cross such a short distance? It's too long to describe it in a flash.

Seeing the white light and blood, this generation of sword saints, with swords, had already pounced into the crowd of Wenchen where Lü Buwei was before.

Like a tiger into a flock!

Throwing the corpse in his hand that had been cut into a bloody blur behind him, the sword in Cao Qiudao's hand flashed a bright arc, bringing two screams, and then, the sword light was like electricity, like a chain, like a raging wind, like a torrential rain, and it was so straight that the head was rolling, and the blood flowed like a river, just by breathing, more than ten people were killed by him in a row, even Lu Xiong was among them. Cao Qiudao's eyebrows were red, and his murderous aura penetrated through the sky, and while casually blocking Guan Zhongyi and Xu Shang who were attacking behind, he opened a killing ring.

"Niangrong, run."

Seeing Cao Qiudao entering the crowd, he and Xu Shang chased after him with all their might, but he couldn't stop his sword momentum from rushing forward. And Mo Ao and Lu Niangrong, both on his way forward, couldn't help but shout in a hurry.

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