The sun was slightly cold, and there were countless thoughts in the plain white flowing clouds, Luoyang ignored the ridicule of the sky, and silently held the heavenly sword, and the Yuan Yi sword style kept flashing in his heart.

This sword, no matter how difficult it is, must make him perfect!

Weishui flows eastward, and it has nothing to do with the world.

The Zhao army came and went in a hurry, leaving a mess in the camp of Qi State, the rumors did not know where to start, and spread quickly in the camp of the Six Kingdoms, the Qing of Sanhua Gong was said to be a thief with a weak heart, everyone was lamenting Zhao Ning, and the smile was very strange when he looked at the sergeant of Qi State, which made people panic.

As Xiangyun Gong said, even if it is white, if it is said too much, it will become black.

In front of everyone's eyes, the letter, the corpse, the secret guard is a royal deadman, known to the six countries, and the evidence is ironclad!

Sanhua Gong looked at Xianyang from afar, I am afraid that all this is the means of that gentleman, planting blame, sowing discord, and delaying the pace of the march of the Six Kingdoms for a few more days.

How about strong soldiers and strong horses? What about the Six-Nation Alliance? Qin has a country of soldiers, and in the midst of strategizing, thousands of troops and horses can stop moving!

The wind was tighter, Sanhua Gong pulled the big gun, and his sturdy figure looked a little rickety at this time, and he shook in the wind, but fortunately he didn't fall down with the support of his own soldiers.

The neat white silk was swept up by the wind, dancing lightly on the forehead of Sanhua Gong, and the old man who knew that his time was running out looked around, and the land that had been decorated by the war for hundreds of years would eventually be dressed in new clothes, and the days after that must be very beautiful, but unfortunately he couldn't see it.

No, maybe he has seen it, it's in Ziyou's book.

Lu Zhi wiped Zhao Ning's long sword with his own hands, and the sword was like autumn water.

The long sword was returned to the sheath, the palm holding the sword slowly exerted force, the bone joints revealed a pale, and after a long silence, Lu Zhi put down his friend's long sword, gasping for breath, the feeling of weakness came from the bone marrow, and death was getting closer and closer......

opened the letter, looked at it carefully for a moment, Lu Zhi narrowed his eyes, the words and sentences of this letter are very similar to the notes of Sanhua Gong, but how could the people of Qi say bluntly that Linzi is not the national capital?

The aura was shining, since the dispute with the incarnation of Sanhua Gong that day, everything was coincidental and terrifying, making him feel like he was being calculated.

Lu Zhi put down the letter, and was about to open his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black blood, and the fishy smell was unusually pungent.

Call......

Lu straightened down on the desk, clenched his friend's long sword, gasped for a long time, struggled to get up, picked up the pen, described what happened clearly, thought about it and copied the letter again, one in the envelope, and the other in the scabbard.

I have been abandoned for too long, I have done countless ridiculous things, I have planted melons and reaped melons, I have failed to help my friends take revenge, and I died before the great cause was accomplished, maybe this is retribution!

Footsteps sounded outside the tent, and the deputy general Zhang Gong held a bowl of herbs, raised his hand to open the curtain tent, looked at Lu Zhi, whose face was purple and blue, changed color, and shouted in horror: "Childe! Childe!"

The general is gone, if Gongzi has another accident, where will the six countries go to attack Qin and Zhao?

Lu Zhi gritted his teeth and raised his head, trembling and squeezing out a chuckle, raising his palm weakly and beckoning to Zhang Gong.

Zhang Gong stepped forward and listened to Lu Zhi's weak whisper: "Listen to me, Sanhua Gong may have been wronged...... It's all too much of a coincidence, but I don't have time to verify it......"

"After I die, you will hand over the letter and evidence to Han Fei, this person is a true gentleman, it may be a long time, but there will be a certain number of black and white!"

"Also, the news of my death cannot be publicized, and in the future, it is even more difficult to be competitive, Xiangyun Gong's plot is not small, and conspiring with the Chu State is tantamount to conspiring with the tiger, be careful......"

Zhang Gong nodded, his eyes were full of tears, and when he turned back, Lu Zhi had already died, his eyebrows were full of unwillingness, and all the words and inability to let go could only be put down.

Zhang Gong knelt down on his knees, got up after three knocks and nine bows, put Zhao Ning's long sword and Gongzi's sword in the box, gently wiped the sinking wooden box, stepped out of the tent, his lips trembled and he was silent for a long time before suppressing his sadness, and commanding his henchmen to secretly put Zhao Ning's bones into the middle tent.

With the general accompanying the son, there must not be loneliness on the Huangquan Road.

Huangquan Road is far away, the flowers on the other side are blooming, the two of them are singing side by side, wanton and chic, but unfortunately they can't see it, that scene will definitely be able to float in life.

Xiangyun Gong's account, Lu Zhi's favorite dancing girl knelt in front of Xiangyun Gong, her delicate body trembled and explained what she had seen and heard.

Xiangyun Gong held his long sword and called in a low voice: "Come on, clean up, call Wu Qing over!"

Outside the tent, two small soldiers tiptoed into the tent, bowed to Xiangyun Gong, and carried the body of the dancing girl outward, with extremely skillful movements.

The sky was clear, and the gentle breeze carried the light and fresh water vapor into the Xiangyun Gong tent, which made him feel very relaxed.

The Luzhi limit is approaching, and the slanderous rumors of Sanhua Gong in the army are boiling, coupled with the group of upstart promoters in Qi State, it will not be long before Sanhua Gong wants to come.

Han and Wei Shi said lightly, as long as Yan Beihan is removed, all the armies of the five countries will return to Chu, and when the flood subsides, great things can be accomplished!

At that time, what was the so-called rumor in the country? As long as he captured the Qin State and relied on that magic weapon, he would be the new king of the Qin Land!

Xiangyun Gong played with the jade ornaments, full of ambition, and the flood outside the tent looked magnificent.

The sound of heavy footsteps slowly approached the military tent, and when it reached the tent door, the scene outside the tent was blocked by the burly sword-bearing man, seeing Xiangyun Gong's slightly dissatisfied expression, Wu Qing knelt on one knee and waited silently.

Xiangyun Gong looked at the map and commanded in a low voice: "Zhang Gong has a letter in his hand, kill him and bring the letter back to me!"

Wu Qing got up and walked straight out, the heavy footsteps gradually disappeared, but the smile on Xiangyungong's face became even stronger, and the flame in his eyes called Yewang burned.

After patrolling around the tightly guarded military tent for a few more laps, Zhang Gong went out of the camp and headed towards the Korean camp, the raft went down the river and gradually moved away from the camp of Zhao State, and countless birds were startled in the mountains on both sides, Zhang Gong was vigilant, and his hand was on the sword.

A shout was like a thunderclap, and the strong man of two meters five or six accompanied by a frightened thousand birds went straight to the dome, holding a heavy sword with a length of one meter and six feet and two palms wide in both hands, and the cold light on the blade was even sharper in the sun, coupled with the violent spiritual power flashing on Wu Qing's body, it was like a god descending to earth, brilliant and mighty.

Zhang Gong's eyes widened angrily, he was just a martial artist, but the person who came was a real cultivator, this is a mortal situation, Gongzi's speculation is true, there is really a hidden secret!

Thinking like this, Zhang Gong resolutely pulled out his long sword, and the moment the Qiushui sword blade was just three inches out of the sheath, a flash of shock flashed, and Wu Qing ignored the fact that the distance of 100 meters between the two came instantly.

The waves were shocking, mixed with the bewitching bright red and magnificent, Wu Qing took out the superstition with his hand, and walked on the waves with a shake of his body, straight to the middle tent of the Chu State.

In the face of cultivators daring to take out three inches of the sword, Zhang Gong is very good, but that's all.

The sun sets in the west, and the crimson glow spreads all over the west, shining brightly on the mountains and rocks.

Luoyang sat alone on the rocks, gulping down the wine, the strong wine smell was extraordinarily pungent, the clouds in front of him were not clouds, it was the riverside where the master and apprentice caught fish that year, the mountains and rivers where the master and apprentice swam together, and the back of the master's sword walking alone......

Luoyang was drunk, facing the void where Qi Tianxiang stood at the end, drunk and confused, laughing loudly, ugly than crying, he wanted to cry, but he was afraid that the old man would be unhappy.

After a lifetime of hard work, he has to be able to put his mind at ease when he is dying.

Nan Nuo stood quietly not far behind Luoyang, also with red eyes, without saying a word, this time belonged to Luoyang and Old Man Qi, and no one could disturb him.

Gods, demons, demons and demons tacitly stop fighting, no one wants to bear a sword that may get out of control at any time at this time, that is the heavenly sword, under the sword intent, disobedience will die.

The bright moon fell, the fiery red morning sun floated, Luoyang's smile dispersed, and rushed into the realm of the demon clan with a slaughter like an autumn wind.

That unstoppable sword light will never be forgotten in this life......

Donghuang Liuli clenched his fist unwillingly, looked at Ao Su who closed his eyes and recuperated, wanted to say something, and gave up his unrealistic conjecture after a moment of silence.

At this time, it is impossible for anyone to persuade Luoyang, things will not come to this point, only blame the unpredictable will of heaven, maybe there is a certainty in the dark.

"Thief God!"

With a spit, all the light and shadow on the talisman dissipated, and the Eastern Emperor Liuli smiled bitterly, looked at the Heavenly Palace, and thought of the extraordinary Son of Heaven.

Turned around and escaped out of the cave, wanting to witness this battle with his own eyes, who would have the last laugh when the autumn colors were evenly divided?

The Demon Emperor's face was ugly, but he didn't dare to speak out, because the young ancestor's face was even more ugly.

Although the old man who looked like a young man was sitting cross-legged, his body flashed with an incomparably sharp sword aura from time to time, like an endless cloud brewing in a storm.

The surrounding top is sitting in danger, although he is not afraid of fighting with the young ancestor, but he also does not want to get into trouble in vain, to this point, there are few who are not afraid of trouble.

Killing through the demon clan, Luoyang walked in the direction of the underworld with the heavenly sword, his eyes were calm, and he hid all the waves in the sword.

Passing through the winding mountain road, Luoyang raised the heavenly sword towards the cave, and before it could be cut down, the thirteen apostles escaped from the cave, wrapped in colorful ghost patterns, holding the sword soldiers, striding forward, and launching an offensive at the same time.

Donghuang Liuli brought himself into Luoyang's position, and the sixteen knives were one, extremely sharp, with the potential to cut the sky, so that Donghuang Liuli couldn't help but take a step back, clenched his fists, and looked at Luoyang's back, wondering how he would face such a knife.

Luoyang did not retreat, but took a step forward, the heavenly sword slowly slashed out, the strong sky-cutting momentum dispersed into the mountain, the ethereal sword light slashed, and the apostles covered their necks at the same time, turning into a streamer and returning to the original cave sky.

"Luoyang, don't deceive people too much!"

The young man held the long sword, there were Luofu ghost patterns between his eyebrows, his sword eyebrows were furrowed, and countless murderous aura were precipitated in his cold eyes.

Luoyang didn't make a sound, took a step forward, raised his sword and slashed, forgetting himself and forgetting the enemy, suddenly ruthless.