In the maple-like woods, the shadows of the trees are dappled and swaying.

Tang Ci just stepped on the leaves, stepped on the creaking, crunching sound, and strode over.

He had a sword in his hand.

The sword is very ordinary, not even a magic weapon.

It's just a habit he uses.

In the world he once lived in, the sword in his hand was given many names.

Almost all the people in the rivers and lakes believe that his sword is a unique weapon in the world.

But it's a pity that it's not, he's just a blacksmith Zhang in the east of the city, and it took two hours to forge an ordinary iron sword.

The real weapon is Tang Ci, not the sword in his hand.

With the help of Feng Linwan, he fought with many masters who used their swords in the extreme realm through virtual simulations or photos of Luo Tiandian.

I have felt their sword, I have felt their will, and I have felt the essence of their sword.

The so-called sword intent, sword heart, and sword momentum are actually a way to penetrate and expound one's own thoughts and will with a 'sword'.

So Tang Ci held the sword in his hand, and his performance was very plain, like an ordinary person, just a person who could use a sword.

But you can't say either, he doesn't have anything.

The two monks who came out of Cui Jin's army looked at Tang Ci who came unexpectedly and glanced at each other.

Although Tang words look ordinary.

But they weren't careless.

"The Ping Demon Army is doing errands, idle people, etc., why don't you avoid it quickly?" Among the two monks, the monk who bowed to the top said to Tang Ci.

Tang Ci looked at Shi Daqi and said, "It was the military advisor who asked me to answer you." ”

Shi Daqi, who was already desperate, suddenly felt that his whole person was slightly relaxed.

For the military advisor··· He still trusts him.

Hearing what Tang Ci said to Shi Daqi, the two monks didn't need to say much, and one of them held up a bone shield.

The other person had already waved the magic weapon in his hand, turning into a bloody wind and blowing towards Tang Ci.

Say do it, do it, without any superfluous nonsense.

Tang Ci pulled out the sword in his hand without hurrying.

Then he simply stabbed a sword.

The next moment, the blood wind was torn apart, and this simple move was a flat stab, but it seemed to have an incomprehensible impact.

It directly shocked the hearts of the two monks.

Immediately afterwards, Tang Ci used the second sword.

This sword is in an arc.

The arc was like a circle, and after a little force slid through the arc, it dissolved and returned all the curses, evil spirits, and impact attached to the bone shield.

This sword, the bone shield shattered.

The two monks, hiding behind the bone shield, were stabbed in the throat.

The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river.

These two swords in succession may be explained by this sentence as a poem, which is the most reasonable and appropriate.

All the time around, it is a natural scene.

But it is perfectly harmonious, very simple and caters to all things.

Sword··· It is a tool, an acquired creation, and at the same time, it is always 'discordant' to nature.

But at this moment, in the hands of Tang Ci, it is very harmonious.

It's like 'growing' on your own.

The two monks simply died.

It seems to be an ordinary sword, but it actually contains a powerful 'sword intent'.

That was the 'penetration' of Tang Ci's will, and when Tang Ci's sword pierced their throats, it also pierced their souls at the same time.

For a monk, a broken chest, a broken throat, or even a ruined body is not necessarily death.

But if the soul is broken, then it is really certain to die.

With one sword, he killed two monks who were chasing Shi Daqi.

Tang Ci did not return the sword to the sheath.

Instead, he looked into the distance with burning eyes.

Shi Daqi cautiously walked behind Tang Ci and looked at something with the same attention.

A dark cloud, whistling from afar.

At the same time, Tang Ci held the sword in one hand, far away, and had already swung out a sword.

After a sword, Tang Ci snorted and took two steps back.

And the dark clouds were torn apart and dispersed.

"Let's go!" Tang Ci grabbed Shi Daqi's arm and ran quickly.

And in the camp of the coalition army, the deputy general who was originally Cui Jin's side shattered a black rune in his palm, and at the same time cut a sword mark that was difficult to heal.

Tang Ci rescued Shi Daqi with one person and one sword.

After joining Feng Linwan, Shi Daqi led the people and horses retained by Feng Linwan to quickly return to his own territory.

Along the way, he was intercepted by several passers-by.

Feng Linwan was just a normal suggestion, but he didn't make a direct move, and he pushed sideways with brute force.

Even this road of 'escape' is particularly difficult and difficult.

After returning to his own territory, Shi Daqi lost more than a dozen pounds and fell seriously ill.

Then he began to retreat for a few days under the 'inspiration' of Feng Linwan, sorted out a set of core theories, and then began to propagate slogans and ideas.

This also marks that Shi Daqi has gradually become an organized, disciplined, and core ideological leader who has gradually become an organized, disciplined, and core ideological leader.

This is also an inevitable element for a rebel team that is not from a wealthy family to win the final victory.

And under the guidance of this core idea.

Some monks who were unwilling to continue to be enslaved, and a small number of monks who were born in the sect and were also dissatisfied with the status quo of cannibalism, joined Shi Daqi's team with expectations and hopes, and gathered under Shi Daqi's command.

At this time, the original Daqi army was also broken up and reorganized.

It's no longer simply a name for history.

It was renamed the 'Living Army' by Shi Daqi.

Rebellion is only for the living, and everyone has the right to live when they live, not anyone's pigs, sheep, cattle and horses, which are to be slaughtered.

The Living Army initially operated in a small area.

Gradually, with the help of Feng Linwan, the momentum became more and more powerful.

At the time of the final decisive battle between the coalition army and the Qinguo army, the living army had quietly occupied a small half of the country, although many important towns were abandoned, but they conquered some powerful families one by one.

At this time, the coalition army realized that the momentum was wrong, and wanted to turn the gun and shoot back to exterminate the living army.

But he was entangled by the Qinguo army and couldn't get out at all.

In the camp of the coalition army, after receiving the constant reports, Cui Jin's face was getting darker and darker.

He didn't expect that he didn't care about letting go of a small person at the beginning.

Now he has grown into a confidant. What's even more troublesome is that he can only sit back and watch this trouble get bigger, but he can't get out and destroy it.

After pondering it, he lit a stick of incense.

In the black fireworks, a vague figure floated out.

Cui Jin respectfully reported the hidden dangers brought by Shi Daqi.

The vague figure twisted a few times, and then threw out a sentence: "We have reached a critical moment in fighting with the old pavilion of Qinguosu, and it is difficult to allocate manpower, so we can only send one person for you to kill him." But within half a month, I want you to capture the capital of Qin. ”

With that, the figure dissipated.

Cui Jin sighed, and then summoned the princes of all parties to discuss how to quickly seize the capital and completely destroy the Qin Kingdom.