Ten thousand mountains welcome the twilight, a goose under Xianyang,

Night is shrouded and the stars are falling.

In the Liyang Palace.

The candle flame reflected the Empress Dowager Huayang, who was full of silver threads, and there were cracked turtle shells lying on the ground, and the rough dry skin fingers caressed the spider web-like lines on it, and the obscure eulogy was hummed in her nose.

He suddenly lifted his eyelids again, and looked at the direction of the stars in the sky with cloudy eyes, "Tomorrow, the big murderer." ”

Blossom manman branches.

In the dim light and shadow, as the visitor walked in, everything became transparent and clean.

Bai Tao was on her feet, with two golden bells tied to her ankles, and she could still hear the sound of small pieces of light as she swayed leisurely with her movements.

"Ding-ding-"

Wearing the palm of the mountain ghost's money, he held the deer sword hanging in front of him.

She smiled on her lips, but her coquettish face was a little cold, "Protect your majesty tomorrow, otherwise, I will smoke your soul." ”

The long sword trembling in her eyes slowly turned into the sword of the Son of Heaven held around the waist of Ying Zheng in the bright hall.

Ying Zheng sat on the top of the high hall, wearing a crown of heaven, a straight nose and thin lips, wearing a heavy black robe, with a gold ribbon around his waist, and the morning sun shone on his body, shining like a god descending into the world.

The majesty pressed everyone so hard that they didn't dare to look up, afraid to drill into the bones.

Seeing the envoy Qin Wuyang, his face was even pale, like a dead man.

Resisted the shiver that struck, endured until his legs became weak, and fell straight to the ground, "Ouch! ”

The Xianyang Hall was solemn, the eyes of the civil and military officials and armored soldiers were firmly fixed on him, and the prime minister Wang Juan next to him smiled and said, "I don't even have the strength to walk, didn't this strong man fill his stomach before he came?" ”

"Woo woo"

Qin Wuyang couldn't stop whimpering in his mouth, cold sweat broke out on his forehead and chin, and he looked above Jing Ke in horror.

This series of actions, in the eyes of everyone, this son behaves suspiciously, and I am afraid that there is a secret secret.

In the midst of suspicion, Jing Ke held the human head box in his right hand in front of him, holding the map left and right, and laughed with his head to the sky, "The contemptible people of the Northern Tibetan barbarians have not tasted the Son of Heaven, so they are scared!" ”

Everyone carefully figured out that King Qin's coercion had indeed become more and more terrifying over the years, not to mention the barbarians who had never seen the world.

Then he put the doubts back into his stomach.

Zhao Gao on the side bent over and took the jade box carved with carved flowers.

Respectfully placed in front of Ying Zheng.

Open slowly.

Fan Yu's skull was soaked in rotten medicine, and the white was blue.

The scar on half of his face is exactly the same as in his memory.

Ying Zheng's thin lips hooked coldly, and his eyes swept over the ministers who were hanging their heads below, like thin knives, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the fate of the traitors." ”

The skull is presented in the Hundred Senses.

Fan Yuzhi's head was separated, and even the family's father, wife, son, and daughter had already turned into ghosts, and the Qin people were loyal and martyrful, looking at the past and present, there were few traitors, but if there was, the end was also extremely fierce.

in a depressing atmosphere.

Jing Ke sat calmly in front of Yingzheng with the map, and slowly spread out the map, "King, please see, the land of Du Kang is the richest place in the north of Yan Kingdom. ”

His tone was relaxed, but it was also so flabby, that he was full of flaws.

Ying Zheng looked at the map, and the cold blade light had been pasted to the end of his eyes.

"The salt and iron here are abundant, there is a broken ze, fifty miles in a week, the branch canals are connected in all directions, and the benefits of irrigation are rich. It is the anointed land of Yan Kingdom, if you can get this place, it will be no less than .! ”

At the end of the scroll, a glittering dagger suddenly appeared.

Show one’s true colors in the end!

Jing Ke suddenly burst out, holding a dagger and stabbing at Yingzheng.

What the civil and military officials saw in their eyes was that Jing Ke was explaining to King Qin, and they couldn't help but get closer during the explanation, which was normal, how could they have expected that their king's life and death would hang by a thread.

Ying Zheng's eyelids jumped fiercely, and a layer of blood swam up at the bottom of his deep eyes.

Meng Yi, Meng Tian, and Li Xin, who had fought with him, all knew that you could underestimate anyone, but you couldn't underestimate the amazingly talented Wang Zizheng.

Not to mention the death he faced as a child.

Far more than anyone else.

Waist and abdomen exerted force, leaned back to dodge, the back of his hand burst out of the green tendons, and lifted the long case made of jade, when he stood up, he was bathed in the sun, his whole body was burning, and the blazing golden light looked at Jing Ke as if he were looking at a dead man.

Holding the deer reed sword at his waist.

Pull it out.

Didn't dial.

With a slight surge in his throat, his face was calm, and there were not even superfluous mood swings.

Jing Ke was overjoyed when he saw this, "Heaven wants to kill you, I have to obey!" The civil and military officials in the back pondered the taste now, and when they saw Jing Ke stabbing at the beloved king with a dagger with a cold light, his soul was frightened, and he went straight to the heavenly spirit: "The king has a sword!" Wang negative sword! Wang negative sword! ”

Ying Zhengyue eight-foot screen walked around the pillar.

"Wang Yingjian! Wang negative sword! Wang negative sword! ”

Jing Ke quenched the poisonous dagger in his hand, spitting out the core like a poisonous snake and chasing after him, not to mention that Ying Zheng was dressed in a heavy royal robe, a golden ribbon, and a heavy crown of the Son of Heaven around his neck, which greatly slowed down his steps.

Jing Ke came here to repay his death.

And for most of the past half a year, how to hang the dagger on the map has been finely polished, and how Ying Zheng should chase and kill if he escapes has already conducted a drill.

Success or failure is on the line.

The tall back of Ying Zheng in his eyes turned into a panicked snow rabbit fleeing in the stone forest, and the dagger in his hand was thrown forward.

"Wang Yingjian! Wang negative sword! Wang negative sword! ”

Qin Wuyang, who was kneeling below, had his beard stretched out, and a six-tailed fox figure with fangs showing fangs appeared around the pillar in the depths of his eyes, and his lips muttered, "There are monsters." ”

The three souls are swinging, and the seven souls are unstable, and it is very easy to bump into the evil spirit.

The white clouds outside were like inkstones rolled by thick ink, the dancing sunlight was swallowed up, and the lights and candles in the main hall were negligently extinguished.

When the dagger is about to hit Yingzheng.

The red fox shadow blew out a breath, and the dagger was obliquely inserted into the gap between the white jade bricks on the ground.

Jing Ke saw that the attack failed, and looked up at the fox shadow above.

She acts.

Leaves a vague mark on the pillar of the carved dragon and painted phoenix, like the paw prints left by Feihong.

He crouched on the pillar again, with the fox's eyes hooked up, his tail towering, and his teeth bared downward, revealing his fierce aura.

"Brush—"

The deer reed sword on Ying Zheng's waist was finally pulled out.

Meanwhile.

The light outside became bright and pure again, like a white cloth shrouded in it, and the ministers could not see anything.

Shouting for the escort, they rushed to the front.

was tripped by a colleague on the steps, the more anxious and chaotic, the robe stepped on the robe, and rolled into a ball.

Countless hands stretched out.

It was like being caught in the mud and sand, screaming and struggling in panic.

Half of Ying Zheng's face is bright, and half of his face is dark, which is especially gloomy and dangerous.

A sword stabbed out towards Jing Ke.

Fierce, ruthless, and vicious.

The heavy death and evil aura rushed in, and the yin spirit screamed and cried in his ears, obviously it was the most yang and rigid human emperor sword, but when it attacked, Jing Ke obviously felt a strong demonic power.

Jing Ke closed his eyes and looked up, almost dying.

The fox screamed, and the sound waves vibrated out.

The deer sword turned its head and tail in a flash, and crossed half a circle at an incredible speed under Ying Zheng's hands, and the hilt of the sword of cold and filthy qi was instantly held in Jing Ke's hand, Jing Ke suddenly opened his eyes, no need to think, no need to react, gritted his teeth and stabbed the sword towards Ying Zheng's chest.

In a moment, the screaming converged into a torrent of swept.

The fox that fell straight down suffered the sword.

The six trails were spread out, and the blood flowers on their chests bloomed, falling on Ying Zheng's face into a thrilling bright color. His expression seemed to flash for a moment of astonishment, but it was blurred in the white light.

The Human Emperor's sword fell straight down.

When Ying Zheng's arm was still in his arms, the tail flickered, and the red shadow of the wounded disappeared in an instant. It all happened in just two breaths.

The light also slowly dimmed, and the ministers entangled in the group below gradually got up and were about to step forward to escort them.

Kicking the hilt of the sword, Ying Zheng re-grasped the human emperor's sword.

Swift sword.

At the same time, he shouted angrily: "Stand down! ”

This coercive coercion caused the golden beasts in the hall to hum, and the echo swept away.

The courtier immediately stopped.

Ying Zheng slashed with his sword, and with a hit, Jing Ke was stabbed in the abdomen, and blood spit out from his mouth, he lifted his body on tiptoe, stretched out his arms like a flying crane, staring directly at the King of Qin, the king in front of him was not like the deterioration of the oral tradition of the Six Kingdoms, "The King of Qin is a person, Long Zhun, long eyes, birds and birds, jackals." ”

You can feel his royal qi erupting, like a rolling volcano, emitting continuous embers outward.

Yingzheng.

is far more powerful than the old king of Yan Kingdom.

"Poof."

"Poof."

Ying Zheng's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he stabbed it neatly.

The abdomen and intestines were stirred, Jing Ke almost wanted to gag, and his blood that flowed against the tide of the hustle and bustle of the clouds turned into a resentful curse: "Yingzheng, your ambition to move the sky and change the day, you are trying in vain to annex the world, in vain trying to pull the common people to bury you, you are so violent, the enemy of the world!" Damnation will be on you! ”

The vicious curse is over.

He gasped and fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, staring unwillingly to his left side until the last trace of blood on his body was extinguished, and that position was his home country that had long been swept away.

The ministers looked stunned.

Fears for kings appear in their features, whether old or young, and they look extremely strange.

Ying Zheng slashed with a sword, lost the sword, stepped on the broken corpse and said coldly: "Yan Guo, it's gone." ”