Therefore, he hesitated:

As the two said.

Combined with my Chinese history.

That Xianyang still has the spirit of Longxing.

There will be a king who rules the world.

But the country of Qin is all in Yongcheng! ”

Xinling Jun Wei Wuji could not hide his sadness and said:

"I heard that Xianyang is the fief of the three sons of Qin Hou Yingba.

I'm afraid it's not ......."

When Zhao Sheng, the king of the plains, heard that it was the third prince of the Qin State who was notorious in the Seven Kingdoms, he smiled disdainfully:

"It turned out to be Qin Hou's third son of waste!

Then there is nothing to fear!

Even if it's days!

You and I should go against the sky!

This time, the indestructible Qin State will never be returned! ”

"Hmm."

Xinling Jun Wei Wuji and Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng nodded firmly.

Just when Zhao Jun was watching the excitement in the barracks.

Master Ban led dozens of disciples of the Mo family to lead the three princes to win the heavens, with all kinds of strange tools.

Twenty thousand arrows were to be brought from the soldiers stationed there.

Those soldiers wondered in their hearts where did these Mo disciples come from?

Why haven't you seen it in Xianyang City on weekdays?

However, these Mo family disciples led by them held the edict of the third prince to win the sky in their hands.

You can only do it obediently.

At the request of the class master.

From the top of the East Gate Tower, hang a Xuan (black) cloth more than 50 meters wide.

directly blocked the east gate of Xianyang.

The soldiers cautiously opened the east gate.

Master Ban commanded the disciples of the Mo family to be under the cover of the Xuan cloth.

Digging in the earth, it took half a night to arrange the Mojia organs.

The east of Xianyang is quietly working.

A hill thirty miles away from the west gate of Xianyang.

The moonlight shines obliquely like a hook, and the breeze is slightly cool and the green grass is gently swaying.

When summer is hot, everywhere is full of life and harmony.

I don't know that this meadow is above.

There are more than 1,000 disciples of the Mo family and Yinmen in ambush.

Under the corresponding piece of grass, there is an ambush of the Heavenly Character Killer Six Sword Slaves, the Spirit, the Soul Turner, and the Soul Destroyer.

There are more than 1,000 killers at the Killing Universe level, the Earth Universe level, and the A, B, C, and Ding Luo Nets.

The disciples of the Mojiazimen and Yinmen on that side are like a well-trained army.

There are also birds chirping and cicadas chirping, and animals passing by from time to time.

And the snare killer here is more like a part of the night.

The night here is quiet.

The animals around him seemed to feel the murderous aura of infinite annihilation.

It's like death.

They are all waiting for an order from one person.

And that person is the master of the net, the giant of the Mo family!

On the hillside meadow where the two groups were ambushed.

It's a hill.

The hill is divided into two by a gallop in the middle.

The same is true of the dense forests to which they are attached.

From time to time there was a rustling sound in the dense forest.

Sometimes a low human voice.

From time to time, there is the sound of footsteps stomping on the grass.

Sometimes it has an attractive aroma of wine.

Dormant beneath the calm and harmonious night.

The slaughter spread thousands of miles away.

Suddenly.

A divine beast appeared above the grass where the disciples of the Mojiazi Gate and the Yin Sect were ambushed.

The Mo family disciple above the Xuanniao patted the head of the Xuanniao, a divine beast that was stagnant in the air, a few times.

A raging flame erupted from the mouth of the divine beast Xuanniao.

Paradoxically, the blazing flames form a killing word!

The disciples of the Mo family's sub-sect and Yinmen looked up.

It was the Mo family's great son who won the ink killing order.

All the disciples of the Mo family and the Yin sect brushed up together.

They gave up hiding and pulled out the black sword of the Mo family, which had a blade but no edge.

Kill like a march towards this post.

There are still words in the mouth:

"Attack or kill.

And love can be lowered! ”

On the other side, the net killers, such as Black Widow and Jueying, all laughed at the Mo family's pedantic.

The sense of ritual of killing individuals is still very strong.

The most ridiculous thing is that before killing, he also told Zhao Jun that he would surrender and not kill.

It's ridiculous.

Ground.

Behind them is the direction of Xianyang.

There are two black shadows, one in front of the other, one behind the other, and one in front of the other.

It seems to be secretly competing.

Sou!

Two people appeared behind the killers at about the same time.

One is the occultation, and the other is the covering.

Occult carries a lantern in his hand.

The lantern is embroidered with a large killing word.

Look at the murderous aura of the sun again.

Like a life-reeper from hell.

Class A, B, C, and D snares saluted one after another.

The net-level killer bowed his head.

The Killing Universe-level killers looked indifferently at the occult sun carrying the killing lantern.

The light of the lantern shone the old man on the old man who covered the sun and the figure of Ganie, in this empty and solemn field.

It's terrifying.

"Who?"

In the dense forest corresponding to the snare killer is the Bairong cavalry.

Originally, I found that there were constant begging for mercy on Zhao Jun's side.

They all got up to watch, and they wanted to go over and help.

As a result, it was found that there were people with lanterns under the hill.

That's when he screamed.

The masked Sun Mask glanced up at the more and more Baijon soldiers who were outcropping.

Directly raised the killing lantern in his hand above his head.

"Your Excellency has issued a killing order!

None of the Bairong cavalry can be spared! ”

"Order!"

The Slayer who was ambushed here excitedly agreed.

Turning around quickly, he was not afraid to see the Bairong cavalry who were rushing down with tall horses.

On the contrary, they are getting more and more excited!

Several of the snare killers roared excitedly:

"The Lord has always asked us not to kill people at will!

Today!

It's finally time to unleash your desire to kill!

Hahahaha! ”

Those net killers turned into bloodthirsty Shura and slaughtered the Bairong cavalry.

Covering the sun put down the killing lantern and looked sideways at Gai Nie, who was cold and silent.

"The Baijon cavalry is ours.

Please ask Mr. Gai Nie to help the disciples of the Mo family. ”

Gai Nie did not squint, and said indifferently:

"Although I, Gai Nie, am a Qin person.

But don't kill people who wantonly kill Huaxia.

So.

The Baijon cavalry is mine! ”

The sun covered nodded, and instantly pulled out the sun covering sword.

Throwing down the killing lantern in his hand, he asked the cold and arrogant Gai Nie:

"That's more than any of us killed."

"You're talking too much nonsense."

Before Gai Nie's words fell, the man had disappeared.

When I looked at it again, I had already stepped on the grass and rushed before all the snare killers.

All the snare killers were taken aback.

The occult sun also appeared before them in an instant.

The killing lantern was thrown by the sun.

Spontaneous combustion began.

Although some of the dead grass was ignited.

The dead grass in this meadow was all burning.

With the anger of the third prince to win the sky, the anger of the people of Xianyang, and the anger of the people of Qin.

Swept away towards the Baijon soldiers.

Two hills and dense forests.

Shouting, fighting, begging for mercy.

Startled by a burst of birds.

Stump arm.

Flesh and blood flying.

There are also screams of snare killers, madness, and cruelty.

"Cool!

It's cool to kill!

Hahahaha! ”

A strange roar pierced the night sky.

A river of blood flowed down from the depths of the dense forest for a long time.

Originally, it was the thickness of a finger.

The finger-thick river of blood finally converged into a river of blood that was nearly a meter wide.

Under the night, it looks bewitching, weird and terrifying.

The Mo family's disciples were a little quieter.

The philosophy of the disciples of the Mo family is to love and not attack.

Although the other party is Zhao Jun.

But it is also a Chinese ethnic group.

Therefore, after injuring Zhao Jun with a bladeless ink sword.

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