After Gai Nie got the most important answer from Wei Zhuang's mouth, he was completely relieved in his heart, so he cooperated with his junior brother's swordsmanship more calmly, and Guigu joined forces, and no one could get close to Yingzheng at all.

"Si Kou Weizhuang, he really wants to go against General Ben!"

Ji Wuye snorted coldly in the stands:

"It's up to you!"

A tall old man, taking a deep breath, jumped directly into the battlefield.

However.

Ying Zheng had already discovered him, squinted his eyes and said: "Six Sword Slaves, I'll leave it to you, I have two senior brothers by my side, you go to deal with this person......"

Swish!

Kuaiche instantly felt six terrifying murderous aura, and directly slashed his head and face, only subconsciously resisting the two murderous aura.

Blood splattered!

One of his arms was cut off.

Shocked, he instantly retreated dozens of feet away.

Ji Wuye's face turned pale: "Kui Che ......"

Even Song Wuji on the altar had solemn eyes.

Six sword slaves, six magical swords, are born to cooperate with each other, six in one, six people kill together, and they really have the power to instantly hit and kill any great grandmaster.

He looked at all the masters and Fang Immortal Dao priests who had been ambushed in advance, except for himself, all of them had shots, and they still couldn't get close to Yingzheng's face.

And that Yingzheng has never panicked from beginning to end.

Song Wuji looked at Yingzheng and couldn't help but praise:

"It is worthy of being the lord of Great Qin, and the courage to dare to enter Korea alone is already admirable, and now that you are in the midst of the chaos, you are still so calm and calm, but you can't help but believe too much in the six sword slaves and Zongheng around you."

He gave Ji Wuye a look.

Ji Wuye waved his hand.

The Six Sword Slaves were surrounded by a large number of heavily armored soldiers, making it impossible for them to rush to Yingzheng's side.

And Song Wuji stepped on his feet and personally suppressed Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang.

Gai Nie felt the pressure, and raised his sword eyebrows: "Be careful, this person's breath is not under the joint efforts of you and me!" ”

Wei Zhuang snorted coldly, and joined forces, even if it was a great grandmaster, he could win the battle!

Song Wuji didn't have a sword, but just slapped it down.

Zongheng did not hesitate, and directly displayed the hundred-step flying sword and the joint force across the eight directions to "join the vertical and horizontal", and in an instant, an ink-like field appeared in front of the two, and the sword aura was like a dragon, enveloping Song Wuji.

Boom! Clang!

There seemed to be the sound of soldiers fighting each other.

Burst!

A moment later.

Song Wuji's body stepped back, but he held a broken sword blade in his hand.

Gagne's sword was broken.

But Song Wuji also had an extra sword wound on his body, but it was no big deal, he looked at the broken sword in his hand solemnly, and looked at Gai Nie: "What a powerful swordsmanship realm, if you are given more than ten years, you should be invincible in the world in swordsmanship, but unfortunately, there is a lack of a good sword, otherwise, even if it is my 'Golden Break' style, it may be difficult to break your sword." ”

Golden Break!

One of the fifteen forms of the Book of Forgetfulness.

As the name suggests, metal will break, so that the enemy's weapons will be broken, iron locks and other equipment can be destroyed, and it can be done with only bare hands, which is a kind of realm.

Gai Nie held the broken sword in his hand, stood in front of Ying Zheng with Wei Zhuang, and looked at Song Wuji indifferently.

"I still say the same thing, Yingzheng, you believe too much in the Six Sword Slaves, Wei Zhuang, and Gai Nie."

After Song Wuji tried to join forces, he said indifferently:

"It's a pity, you don't know what you're going to face at all, it's not me Song Wuji, it's not Ji Wuye and his night, it's not these Korean soldiers, it's ...... My teacher. ”

Let's talk about it.

Song Wuji looked in the direction of the eastern sky.

"Now, the teacher is here."

In a word.

It attracted everyone's attention.

Ying Zheng, Wei Zhuang, and Gai Nie all looked to the east.

The sky above Xinzheng City was originally sunny and clear, but at this time, a large area of wind and clouds gathered from the east, black as ink, swallowing up the clear sky, and directly pressed towards the entire Xinzheng City.

The most remarkable thing is.

In the long sky under the black clouds, there was a person.

It was a man in a white robe, who was stepping on.

The Taoist is covered in white clothes, Ling Xuan resists the wind, and every step is hundreds of zhang away, as if shrinking into inches.

And whenever the Taoist stepped a hundred feet away, the ink clouds on the heavenly dome would expand behind him.

He, like the dragon king in the sky, came and went with wind and rain, step by step, to the altar.

The ink clouds in the sky also completely occupied the original clear sky, the clouds rolled, the lightning intertwined, it seemed that the sky was short, people could reach out and touch, and everyone who oppressed was breathless.

Ying Zheng saw the white-clothed Taoist who trampled on the sky and gathered the clouds in front of him, and his pupils couldn't help shrinking.

In the world, there are really people who can call the wind and rain.

This person is the Anqi Sheng?!

God? Immortals?

Not only did Ying Zheng's complexion change, but at this moment, the tens of thousands of people around all the altars were also watching the moment when the white-clothed An Qisheng descended here with the ink cloud, and the hearts of tens of thousands of people seemed to pause for a moment.

And then the next moment.

It is the tsunami of worship and fanatical calling.

"Immortals!"

"What a fairy!"

"It turns out that the king really invited the immortals!"

"Anqi Immortal!"

At this moment.

The ink clouds overwhelmed the city, covering all living beings, and there seemed to be a large area of water vapor in the air swept along with the ink clouds, and on the sky, lightning and thunder roared, flying like dragons and snakes.

In the stands, even if he had been prepared for a long time, Ji Wuye still looked at the white-clothed Taoist who appeared like a dragon king, his pupils constricted, and he swallowed his saliva.

After the ink cloud.

Call!!

The wind followed.

The Korean princes and ministers around him, including the king of Han, were also stupid, muttering:

"God-man!"

Really today, the wind and clouds have gathered in Xinzheng City.

Han Fei looked at all this incredulously, looked at the white-clothed Taoist above the altar, and couldn't help but change color: "This...... Really a man of God?? ”

In the distance, a place in Xinzheng City.

Huang Shigong looked at the stormy appearance of the city, and then looked at the hundreds of acres of clouds overhead, his complexion changed, and muttered: "On a cloudless day, even if it is a celestial man, it is impossible to make rain out of thin air...... It's true, it's no longer comparable. ”

Ying Zheng stood in place, looking at the white-clothed Taoist who stepped down from the sky with his hands in his hands.

This person's face is clumsy, and he exudes a youthful look, wearing a simple Taoist robe made of white cotton, his hair is tied with a hemp rope, and he is simply tied behind his head, and his eyes are looking at Ying Zheng.

The light of the eyes is deep and detached.

"Ying Zheng, you could have been the Son of Heaven, and you were destined to be the Son of Heaven, but unfortunately, if I want to rebel against the sky, I am destined to be ...... you and your Great Qin."

He stretched out his hand a little Yingzheng:

"Make way for me."

With this pointer falling.

Ying Zheng's eyes flashed, and he found that he was directly transferred to the altar, as if the earth had been stolen under his feet, shrunk into inches, and manipulated the space.

Gai Nie's expression changed: "Your Majesty! ”

Just about to rush up.

ushered in a pair of eyes of An Qisheng.

Gai Nie's eyes were distracted, and he suddenly fell into the sensitive scene in his heart, and was pulled into the memories of the wine shop more than ten years ago, unable to move in place.

"Gaine."

Ying Zheng saw that Gai Nie had obviously fallen for something.

I heard An Qisheng's words: "King Qin, you have two choices now, either kneel in front of me, be my son, and give your qi to your father, or I will kill you and take it away, all the same." ”

Ying Zheng looked at the white-clothed Taoist in front of him with a pair of sharp eyes, and said: "In this life, there is only one father, and you dare to say the word 'my father'?" ”

"Your father, King Xiang of Qin Zhuang? How can he hold such a high position in your heart? An Qisheng said lightly.

"He's talking about me."

A voice suddenly echoed in the entire South Korean capital, Xinzheng City.

Rumble!

Although his voice was small, it seemed like the sky was collapsing, and the earthquake exploded around the altar, instantly pulling Gainie back to consciousness.

"Teacher!" Gai Nie turned his head.

but he saw nothing.

However.

An Qisheng's eyes penetrated all the voids in Xinzheng City.

I saw a middle-aged literati-like man with pale temples in a green building far away, drinking a glass of wine there calmly.

Then, in an instant, it appeared in front of you.

Rumble!

An Qisheng was knocked out of the air.

Everyone present looked straight at the middle-aged literati in black who suddenly appeared in front of Ying Zheng.

Tick!

A bolt from the blue!

The rain clouds summoned by An Qisheng finally couldn't hold back the water vapor and poured down.

Jiang Taiyi felt the raindrops falling on his body, raised his eyebrows to look at the sky, and snorted coldly:

"Did I make it rain for you!"

Fall.

Rumble!

Hundreds of acres of clouds exploded!

The clouds are gone!

Fine!