Above the clouds, the gods, demons and demons looked down on the common people, holding wine glasses, respecting each other from afar, and the sound of the voice mocked the stubborn monarch in the red dust.

Qin annihilation is the destiny of the times, people do not fight with the sky, failure is doomed, what is the point of persistence?

The broken green leaves are like a lonely boat in a storm, a few pieces of broken tiles fall from the eaves, the night is full of clouds again after a long day of clearing, the hazy moonlight is gone, the rolling thunder is deafening, and the rain is pouring down.

The golden dragon behind Ying Chu became more and more dim, and as the condition of the monarch's body deteriorated, the Qin Heavenly Sword lost its streamer, and the shouts of the Jade Dragon Army were gradually annihilated by the rain curtain.

The drum sounded heavy, and Ying Chu swung his sword to cut down the Qiu chief in front of him, and a long stab came, which he staggered over.

The hair crown was picked up by Changge, and the green silk of Ying Chu's sideburns floated up, and the mottled pale color made Ying Zheng burst into tears.

Throwing away the drumsticks, Ying Zheng raised his longbow with red eyes, the bow opened the full moon, and the sparse arrows fell into the night, like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to set off the slightest wave.

"Kill, kill the head of Chu, worship the general!"

A shout sounded in the black armor army, and a calm and small shout of killing rose again, and the killing intent was soaring, holding the butcher knife high, and rushing towards Ying Chu at the same time.

The luck of the ancestral hall of the Qin State was darkened, Kong Zhou laboriously straightened his waist, the sword behind his chest burned painfully, swept the corpses of evil cultivators scattered around him, and staggered into the night.

Wang Yue cut down the last evil cultivator, laboriously stabbed the golden snake in his chest and pulled it out, swallowed a pill, and fell into the night without taking a few steps, his eyes gradually losing their brilliance.

"Good things, good things......"

Ying Chu sensed everything in the palace, struggled to avoid the soldiers, and raised the Qintian Sword again, the sword trembled, the black-armored guards in his eyes carried afterimages, the wind was cold, and the feeling of weakness came from the bone marrow, and the body was trembling everywhere.

"Kill!"

The black-armored army scrambled forward, Ying Chu glanced at Yingzheng, raised the Qintian sword that was as heavy as Mount Tai again, and rushed into the black-armored army with a low roar, slashing and splitting, and after killing several people, he opened his mouth and spit out a touch of bright red.

Several Changge took advantage of the situation to fall, and gradually bent the backbone of Ying Chu, who was unwilling to bend but had to bend.

"Die, Qin thief!"

There was madness in the eyes of the black-armored sergeant, Chang Ge stabbed out, Xu is light returned, Ying Chu clearly saw an incomparably bright sword light from far and near, like a bright light cutting through the ink clouds, a lighthouse through the mist in the middle of the night.

"Up!"

Taking a deep breath of the cold rain, Ying Chu raised his head again stubbornly, shook Chang Ge who was pressing on the Qintian Sword with his arms, and raised the sword high, at that moment, the plain white light shone out of thin air, and the bright points of light turned into green lotus in the wind and rain.

A thought blooms, and the hidden sword is sonorous.

Ying Chu raised his head and smiled lightly at the young man who was fighting with gods, demons and demons in the clouds, his body shook, and he stood stubbornly, staring at the group of black armor soldiers falling, straightening their bent backs.

"Luoyang, the fall of the Qin State is the will of heaven, and if you go against the sky, you should be punished for your crimes!"

The electric snake ran through the clouds, the roar of the gods overpowered the rolling thunder, and when he heard the familiar name, Ying Zheng raised his head, and through the flash of electric light, he clearly saw the god who held the sun, moon and stars in his hand to cast a spell.

Countless golden blades fell, like an unavoidable meteor shower.

The young man under the blade raised the heavenly sword in an understatement, the sword light was extremely bright, Ying Zheng couldn't help but turn his head, the deafening roar spread throughout Xianyang City, the thick ink cloud was cut open, and the intermittent night of rain finally stopped.

Broken green tiles are scattered everywhere, verdant ancient trees are folded from side to side, and rainwater accumulates in the pitholes of the long streets, rendering the moonlight crimson in color.

Several pieces of inexplicable texture fell, and the pagoda in front of the god lost its light and became unremarkable.

Luo Yang slowly raised the Heavenly Sword, slashed at the emptiness, and snorted coldly: "What is the will of heaven? I am the will of heaven!"

The gods couldn't help but widen their eyes, and before they could make a sound, a sword light came into view, cutting through the divine armor and carving it in the void space for a long time.

The god covered his chest, slowly turned around, stared at the back of the young man, unwillingly stretched out his palm, turned into a streamer in the sky, and his soul flew away, not entering reincarnation.

"Kill!"

A wave was not settled, and there was a low roar in the clouds, and not long after, the golden-winged Peng bird fell into the sky, blood flowed like a river, and the demonic spirit rushed to the sky.

Invisible gaps floated in the void, swallowing the indignant gods, demons, and demons into the void.

Luoyang didn't take out his sword again, he knew what these gaps were, and he also knew that they were waiting for him to take out his sword, eager for an opportunity to avenge the talents in the clan.

"Collect the troops!"

Luoyang Imperial Sword fell into the palace pavilion and looked at Ying Zheng, who looked a little stupid.

The night breeze was slightly cold, Ying Chu opened his eyes with great effort, turned to look at Luoyang, and said softly: "Collect the troops!"

Ying Chu suddenly came back to his senses, temporarily put aside the scheming in his heart, threw away the longbow in his hand, and Mingjin withdrew his troops.

The shadow of His Royal Highness, the evil cultivator carefully looked at Ying Chu's situation, his body was sometimes tense and sometimes relaxed, he was silent for a moment, turned around and looked at Ying Mo, the sound was transmitted into the secret, frowning, and he looked like he was at home.

"Win Chu's life soon, the heirs of the Qin State are only you and Ying Zheng, the two armies will fight so that the troops will definitely suffer heavy casualties, Luoyang wants to stop the Black Armor Army alone, and I will take action to contain Luoyang later, you secretly order the whole army to attack, take advantage of the chaos to kill them, so, if you don't want the luck of the Qin State to be destroyed, they can only take you as the king!"

Ying Mo nodded, drew his sword out of its sheath, and flicked his fingers on the jade ornament on his waist, and the black armor army who looked up at the sword cultivation lowered his head at the same time, and rushed towards Ying Chu with a low roar.

The anxious Win Zheng fell from the city, picked up his father, and the defenders of the city who held the front retreated at the same time as the Jade Dragon Army.

The crossbowmen hidden in the black armor army stopped at the same time, stretched out their bows and arrows, and before they could make a move, a brilliant sword light fell, and the longbow was broken.

Win Mo was stunned for a moment, turned around and was shocked to find that the evil cultivator had quietly fled without knowing when, and fled, turning to look at the void, there were four bright sword lights that fell in the air, blocking the coalition army, and thousands of soldiers stopped outside Xianyang City, looking up at the white-clothed sword cultivator above Qiongxiao, not daring to move.

One man and one sword, invincible thousands of troops.

"If you don't follow humanity, you will collude with foreign races, disturb the world, and you will die according to the law!"

Luoyang's cold voice echoed in the night, like rolling thunder that shook the sky, and the startled thousands of troops took a step back in unison, and the two trembled, almost kneeling.

Luoyang retracted his sword intent, glanced at Ying Mo, who was running towards the deep palace, and said coldly: "Nian Qin Wang intercedes for you, the death penalty can be avoided, the living crime is inescapable, the six countries are not defeated, and you will never return to your hometown!"

A soldier fell to the ground, followed by countless soldiers landing, and the black armor army knelt down in a crowd, and said in unison: "Obey the decree of the immortals!"

The heavy city gate was closed, and the thousand Jade Dragon Army were all the elite of ten enemies, but less than half of them returned.

There are so many coalition forces that it's desperate.

Surrounded by lights, the old monarch was even older, the frost of his sideburns was more dignified, and at this moment, the Qin Tian Sword was still devouring his vitality, and the few lifespans passed away quietly like flowing water.

Ying Zheng carefully supported his father, his eyes were full of panic, his father had always been his hero, so his twilight father made him very afraid, terrified of everything that had happened and was going to happen.

"Get on your knees!"

Ying Chu took a deep breath and struggled to shake off Ying Zheng, his tone was very light but could not be refused.

Ying Zheng looked at the withered face, and fell to his knees, what he once longed for so much was now terrified, this day came earlier than he imagined, and the burden was heavier than he imagined.

Ying Chu took a deep breath, he knew his son, and he could see that he was afraid, that's right, the new king ascended the throne, Ying Zheng did not feel happy but afraid!

"Sir once talked to me, there is a sentence I like, now I give it to you, if you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight! The meaning of life is not long-lasting, but inheritance!"

The tone was frustrated, Ying Chu gasped for a moment, his voice rose a few points again, stared at Luoyang, and said: "Please ask Uncle Xiao to be a witness, after that, Ying Zheng will be the new king of Qin!"

Luoyang nodded, opened his mouth to speak, the king who was on the battlefield and unparalleled fell in Yingzheng's arms, and when he was dying, he looked up at the stars in the sky, and his heart was thinking of his sons and subjects.

Luoyang clearly perceived everything, and couldn't help but press his thoughts, Ying Chu is a character, although there is the help of the academy, if Win Chu is not successful, the Qin State is not worth the attack of the Six Kingdoms.

As if perceiving, the emperor finally glanced at Luoyang, so gorgeous, so elegant, so independent, for a mortal like him, Luoyang is like Haori, extremely dazzling, even if it is dazzling, it is difficult to change the yearning.

"Sir, Uncle Xiao, this Qin country, this world, please ......"

Ying Chu closed his eyes peacefully, and the Qin Tianjian returned to the ancestral hall, and his soul disappeared into reincarnation, just as he said.

But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death, no regrets in life, no complaints in death!

Luoyang was silent, let go of the Heavenly Sword, turned his back, and looked up at the moon in the sky, the things on his shoulders were heavier, but he didn't feel that he couldn't take a step.

He grew up, and after losing his master, he, a sixteen-year-old boy, grew up.

The emperor entrusted everything to him, and the end of the War of the Seven Kingdoms was far away, but it was more than enough to recover the lost territory of the Qin State.

Ying Zheng raised his head, looked at the back that was better than the moonlight, did not hesitate, and directly asked the puzzle in his heart.

"Mr. is obviously a Chu person, why should he save the Qin people, because his father was kind that day, or did he ask for something else?"

Luoyang turned around and smiled softly, he was not the only one who grew up.

"There are no Chu people, Qin people, Yan people, and Zhao people in this world, some are just people in the world, and the people in the world are in charge of the affairs of the world. ”

In the Jinluan Palace, Qin Mo threw away his pen, silently read the edict under the handwriting of Ying Chu, and lightly picked up the jade seal and buckled it on the holy decree.

Ying Zheng is just a mongrel, he is different, as long as there is this edict, plus the support of the ancestral hall, he will be the king of Qin after that.

Zhao Mi stood outside the hall, looking at the bright moon, and didn't say a word about winning.

The monarch wants to protect the common people, open up the territory, and have the world in mind, if this is not the case, what if there is that dragon robe? What if there is that edict?

Forgive my clumsiness, I really can't see that Qin Mo looks like a king.