Splashes of blood fell on the dead leaves, ticking down.

An ancient sword landed in the man's back, blood splattering.

The breeze came slowly, and a pungent smell of blood spread through the courtyard.

Staring at the chessboard, the prince did not seem to notice, his eyes as bright as stars never moved off the chessboard.

"Childe Fusu!" A hoarse voice rang out behind the path of the secluded path, and a figure appeared like a ghost, a young man.

This person was dressed in white, holding a folding fan in his hand, there was a heroic aura between his eyebrows, his long purple hair was floating behind, and his face was extremely cold.

The young man in white stared straight at the figure in the courtyard with a cold gaze, and a trace of murderous intent swept in his eyes: "There is no prohibition in place, and there is not even a breath to cover oneself!"

"Childe Fusu, sometimes, I admire your courage very much!"

The hoarse voice sounded extremely harsh, and the young man in white stepped out, and with each step, a layer of frost immediately appeared under his feet.

"He is the son of Fusu, how can he be like a young man, hiding his head and showing his tail!"

Another cold voice echoed behind the path, and a middle-aged man walked out, with a sword-eyed eyebrow and a dagger hanging from his waist.

The moment the middle-aged man took a step, there were bursts of ghosts crying wolf howls in the heavens and the earth, and even some ghosts and resentful spirits appeared behind the middle-aged man.

This is a warrior who slaughters the world, and his hands are stained with countless blood.

The middle-aged man strode over, but his eagle eyes stopped on the figure in the courtyard, and his sharp gaze gave people an inexplicable oppression.

The young man in white did not turn around, but waved the feather fan in his hand and chuckled: "Zhuzhu, I haven't seen you for thousands of years!"

"One thousand and sixty years!" the middle-aged man said with an indifferent face: "But I didn't expect to meet you on such an occasion, let alone that today you and I will join forces to assassinate the same target!"

"Heh, I can cooperate with Tiangang's notorious Zhu. This is my Nie Zheng's honor!"

The eyes of the young man in white shone brightly, and this light was like the light cast by the sun on the ice.

"Notoriety?" The middle-aged man was stunned, his eyes were slightly offset, staring at the harmless young man in front of him, and said lightly: "When it comes to notoriety, I am not as good as you Nie Zheng!"

"You and I are equal!" the young man in white smiled, less than a few feet from the courtyard, but did not step forward, but stood motionless. "Do you want to leave?"

Shrugging his shoulders casually, the middle-aged man said lightly: "You can't even detect his breath, how can I detect it?"

"Let the two of you wait for a long time!" a cold voice appeared between the two, and the young man in white and the middle-aged man looked at the corpse on the ground with their eyes brushed together.

Bang bang! The dead soldier lying on the black ice platform actually stood up again, and an incomparably powerful aura stirred under the black robe, click, and the long sword inserted in the black robe's back clicked and shattered.

Under the black robe, the cold light flickered!

Seeing this scene, the young man in white and the middle-aged man were not surprised.

Shake the feather fan in your hand. The young man in white shook his head one after another and said, "You want to leave my brother, it seems that you gave up that body last time!"

"Hmm!" a cold voice came from under the black robe, and the dead man's body had apparently changed hands.

"Is he the target this time?" said the man who was leaving, looking coldly at the courtyard.

"Childe Fusu. A man who was supposed to fall has reappeared!"

"This person is not simple!" the young man in white rarely restrained the smile on the corner of his mouth, and said in a solemn tone.

"How can someone who can break the Tiangang pattern and mess up the current situation be simple!" Bursts of cold light flickered.

"The people have arrived, so let's start moving!" said the middle-aged man lightly, his big crystal jade hand had already pressed down on the short sword at his waist. The fierce sword qi lingered on the hilt of the sword, as if it was out of the sheath, and the sword qi erupted like a mountain torrent.

"Hmm!" the young man in white nodded, and one of his long swords, as slender as a needle, suddenly tore open the feather fan in his hand, exposing it to the air.

Three monstrous killing intent permeated the three of them, like a raging storm, enveloping towards the courtyard.

The fence erected outside the courtyard shook, and finally could not withstand the three cold killing intents, and turned into ashes with a bang.

Decaying old trees fell to the ground, and sawdust flew in the courtyard.

At this moment, the right hand of the undecided prince fell like lightning, and the white son with a glow of light fell lightly on the chessboard, and bursts of wild shouts immediately came out of the whole big chess game: "Old Qin, go to the national disaster together!"

The sound was earth-shattering, and a majestic momentum rose up, meeting the monstrous killing intent, and bursts of spatial ripples rose over the courtyard.

After the fall of the son, the prince showed a relieved smile on his face, "The success or failure lies in this son!"

Turning around, the prince looked at the three people outside the courtyard with a calm expression, and when he saw the messy courtyard, his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and he said helplessly: "Although you are guests from afar, you have not the consciousness of treating yourself as guests!"

"Childe, you haven't entertained me, so we naturally have to say hello to Childe, otherwise it won't seem that we don't understand etiquette. The young man in white said with a smile.

"Nie Zheng, the people in the deep well. Kill people to avoid revenge, be like your mother and sister, and take slaughter as a thing!" the prince took a step forward and glanced at the young man in white, "Nie Zheng, the famous assassin of Tiangang, this seat is actually fortunate to be your assassination target!"

After saying this, the prince's eyes were slightly off, he looked at the middle-aged man, and continued: "Fish intestine sword, I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see this sword with my own eyes today!"

Seeing the calm look on the prince's face, the middle-aged man had a feeling of not being happy in his heart, and said indifferently: "Today, you are fortunate to fall under this sword!"

"Really?" the prince smiled, and the corners of his mouth pursed a beautiful arc: "I want to leave, in the past, Er assassinated Qingji Zeng Yan, my wife is not benevolent, and killing the son of the old monarch for the new monarch is not righteous, and he is ashamed of the people of the world, and today he actually appeared again, tsk!"

Listening to the prince's slightly mocking words, the black robe agitated, and endless murderous aura permeated out under the black robe, accompanied by a cold voice: "The vertical son is arrogant, everyone in the world knows that this matter is the most unwilling thing for me to mention, and you actually mentioned it in front of me, originally I just wanted to solve you with a sword, but at this moment, I have changed my mind, I will let you taste the most painful death in the world!"

Bang bang! The sky above the blue sky before, at this moment, lightning and thunder, the sky and the earth changed color, and the heaven and the earth were visionary, just because they wanted to leave a rage.

Raising his eyes to look at the vision in the sky, the prince said lightly: "In the past, my father once said that the assassination of the prince and the emperor of the Zhuzhu was also the comet hitting the moon; Nie Zheng's assassination of Han Puppet was also the white rainbow through the sun; These three sons, all of whom are clothed in cloth, have no anger, and Hugh descends to the sky. Seeing this today, it is not enough that since ancient times, no man in cloth has successfully assassinated the Son of Heaven, even Jing Ke, who is one of the four great assassins of Tiangang, assassinated my emperor in the past!"

"It's a pity, if Jing Ke hadn't fallen into the hands of the five generations, the four major assassins of Tiangang would have gathered here today and spread out, it would definitely become a grand event. The prince said with a little pity.

"The man in cloth!" The young man in white said with a smile: "Although we are not a man in cloth, you may not be the son of heaven, but now the emperor of Qin is Hu Hai!"

"Really?" the prince said lightly, his slender sword fingers raised, pointing at the gloomy sky, "Why Son of Heaven, it's not you who have the final say, but my Great Qin Iron Rider who has the final say!"

Speaking of this, the prince said with some interest: "I will still play chess in a while, let's do it!"

The long hair fell down, and the breeze blew up, blowing the long hair on the prince's forehead, revealing a pair of eyes as bright as stars, and the dark eyes contained a murderous intent, and anyone could feel the extremely forbearant murderous aura in the prince's voice.

"The vertical son is arrogant, you think you are winning the government!" wanted to leave the cold snort, his body suddenly moved, and the whole person was like a ghost, sweeping away the prince.

The monstrous killing intent roared, and the prince's face did not change: "I am the son of Winning Zheng!" (To be continued.) )