Chapter 229: Emperor Qin

"Dao Zun uses the Heavenly Fortune Dao to make up for the talent of the world, so that the people in the world are very qualified, but after a thousand years, do you think the rivers and lakes of the younger generations can reach the current point?"

When the breeze blew, Young Master Sun made a look, and all the Sun family members in mourning clothes surrounded them, trapping the national teacher under the willow tree.

"Don't you understand?" Young Master Sun shouted with a slap in his face: "Whether you want to admit it or not, you and Emperor Qin will not live for a thousand years." With the ability of those younger generations, what can they do to stop the catastrophe after a thousand years?"

The national teacher leaned against the tree, the red blood stained the stump, his face was calm, and his eyes even showed some disapproval.

Young Master Sun's eyes were cold, and he said in a deep voice: "What kind of situation will it be in a thousand years?"

"People are drunk and dreaming of death, and thousands of people die every day, and we can only look at the prosperous and stable world from the history books. They need heroes to get them out of trouble, but they can never wait for ......"

"Really?" replied the national teacher.

"Master Sun told you a lot of things, which shouldn't have been known to you!"

He looked at the Sun family with burning eyes, and his face was gloomy.

"This is not something you can touch, Master Sun, he crossed the line!"

"We are doing a good job of secrecy, and no one else will know!" Sun Yu, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly interrupted the words of the national teacher.

"Why?"

The national teacher frowned slightly, and said disdainfully: "There are no unknown secrets in this world, as long as there are enough interests, even fathers and sons and brothers will turn against each other." ”

"Because we will all die, everyone in the entire Sun family will die, except for Bai Qi!" said Young Master Sun lightly, as if he was stating an ordinary matter.

"What's the situation?"

Lin Xuan's eyes were deep, he quietly looked at the scene outside the house, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

He felt that he had heard something terrible, but he himself was helpless, and he couldn't run out at this time and try the blades of those people with his own life.

The other side.

In front of the Great Qin Palace.

"The black army is invincible in iron cavalry, and they are all first-class men and first-class heroes. Drink this parting wine, I only hope that I will have a chance to make up for you in the next life!"

Yan Wenxuan didn't know where to take out a wine glass, he raised his head and drank the liquor in the glass, and a flush gradually appeared on his face.

At this moment, in front of the huge palace, there are piles of corpses.

At a glance, the corpses of thousands of Black Family soldiers were spread on the ground, covering more than thirty miles.

A solemn and oppressive atmosphere lingers in front of the palace, adding to the gloom.

The moonlight shines brightly and is as bright as snow.

The originally elegant white jade light was extremely permeable in this place, revealing a strong terrifying aura.

Yan Wenxuan stood in the moonlight with a wooden sword in his hand, standing proudly in front of the palace, the whole person was like a terrible ghost, which was daunting.

"Humph!"

He turned, glancing dismissively behind him, his eyes like two sharp swords.

"Ghosts, ghosts, snakes, insects, rats and ants are not worth mentioning, not enough to be exposed!"

Yan Wenxuan took a step, slowly pushed open the door of the Qin Palace, and then walked in.

The moonlight sprinkled down, and countless water droplets on the ground were crystal clear.

This is his tears, and it is also the first time he has shed tears, but only Yan Wenxuan knows about this matter.

He misses the days when he was the first son in the world, although he was provoked every day, but he was also chic and uninhibited.

"This guy is so scary, just a look in his eyes, it makes me feel like an unavoidable sword move!"

"This Yan Wenxuan stood after the break, and his sword moves have changed dramatically, compared to him before, he is simply a different person!" Someone gasped, recalling the cold eyes from before, and in an instant, his scalp was numb, and his body was even more reversed, spurting out a large mouthful of blood.

Such a terrible battle took place in front of Emperor Qin's Palace, which had already alarmed the people of the entire Chang'an City.

Now I don't know how many spies and hosaku are hiding in the shadows, secretly probing the battle here.

The black army of the Great Qin Empire is invincible and invincible, I don't know how many legends and myths have been created, and there is no army in this world that can compare with them.

Conquering the world and marching to fight rely on a team like a tiger and a wolf, and the black armor army is the king of tigers and wolves, and the myth of being undefeated.

But just tonight, the world's first son, Yan Wenxuan, lost his armor and unloaded the black family's army with one person and one sword, making everyone the soul of his sword.

The army that once crisscrossed the world has become a part of the many legendary stories of Yan Wenxuan and has become his foil.

Why did Yan Wenxuan enter the Qin Palace, why did he slaughter the Black Armor Army, this is not something that careerists think, they only know one thing, the Black Family Army that Emperor Qin relied on is all dead, and they died cleanly, leaving no one alive.

The crazy people in this world are often swordsmen, they rarely care about gains and losses, and what they cherish is only the glory when they play their swords, and the pleasure when they fight with others.

In the eyes of the world, the lawless Li Qinglian is counted as one, and the demon-like Yan Wenxuan is counted as one, both of them are madmen who make swords.

It is not strange what a madman does, and no one wonders why he does that, and if a normal person understands what a madman thinks, perhaps he is not far from madness.

The self-proclaimed invincible national teacher in the past has also disappeared, and after defeating Li Qinglian, no one has seen him again.

Some people say that he is dead, some people say that he is seriously injured, no matter which guess it is, the fate of the national teacher is not good.

Because the Moyin Workshop founded by his own hands was wiped out by the Sun family, and with the temperament of the national teacher, he must not be able to bear this breath, but the people of Chang'an City did not see him come forward to stop him, and he couldn't even see the shadow of the national teacher.

Anyone with a bit of a brain understands that there is a big problem with the national teacher himself.

Emperor Qin was able to conquer tens of thousands of miles of territory, and people did not dare to resist, relying on his own ability, relying on the combat power of the national teacher, and also the deterrence of the Black Armor Army.

This afternoon, the banner of the national teacher fell.

Tonight, the indestructible blade of Black Armor shattered.

Yan Wenxuan went all the way into the Qin Palace, not to find Emperor Qin to drink tea, so the result is self-evident.

No matter which of them wins or loses, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the heroes of the world.

The opportunity to change the dynasty is close at hand, even if the last sentence is at your fingertips, how can they give up?

Some people can't help but look up at the starry sky in the sky, which is still quiet and bright, not much different from before.

The sky above the head has not changed, but the heaven on earth will change.

Inside the palace of Emperor Qin.

Yan Wenxuan walked in the huge hall, smiling for a while, cold as water for a while, and sometimes full of murderous intent, his eyes were red.

"Boom!"

He stopped, and the sound of footsteps broke the silence.

There was no one in the Qin Palace, and the servants and guards that could be seen everywhere in the past were gone, as if this was just a no-man's land.

"When I confronted the Hei Family Army, did Emperor Qin dismiss the people in the palace?"

Yan Wenxuan clenched the wooden sword in his hand tightly, revealing a strange expression.

Excited, joyful, apprehensive, cold, resolute.

All kinds of emotions appeared on his face, and perhaps even he didn't know what kind of mood he was feeling.

Emperor Qin is the top swordsman in the world today, and it is a great honor to be able to fight him, so Yan Wenxuan is very happy and excited.

Just now, he killed 100,000 people with one person and one sword, and he felt guilty and uneasy, but when he thought of what he had done, everything was transformed into a decision.

Although Yan Wenxuan had already prepared for Emperor Qin in front of him, he thought that he would walk over in a state of calm and calm, but when he really did it, his heart suddenly became very complicated.

"Emperor Qin used the lives of 100,000 people to test my determination and help me sharpen the sword in my hand, if I hesitate at this time, wouldn't I let the black armor army die in vain?"

Yan Wenxuan sighed and sighed with emotion.

The Black Family Army stopped him, not just to fulfill his responsibilities, but to test his own strength, if he was not even willing to kill 100,000 people, he probably wouldn't even be able to see Emperor Qin's face.

"I won't let you down!!"

Yan Wenxuan took a deep breath, his expression gradually calmed down, he found a rope from his arms, tied the wooden sword to his back, and strode away, walking towards the deepest part of the palace.

He regarded his sword as a living partner, and if he killed more people, he would be tired, and the sword would be tired, so Yan Wenxuan decided to give his sword time to rest.

When he drew his sword again, when the wooden sword had rested enough, Yan Wenxuan felt that he was going to stab the brilliant sword move.

He didn't know where Emperor Qin was staying now, but Yan Wenxuan knew that there was a sword qi in the distance that was ready to attack, and just a glance at it made him feel a sense of panic.

If you go there, you're sure to meet the person you're looking for.

In today's world, only the most noble swordsman in the rivers and lakes, the emperor among the ten thousand swords, can do such a thing.

Because Yan Wenxuan's swordsmanship has reached the pinnacle of the world, the extreme of the sword moves of the rivers and lakes, the person who can bring him pressure must be an unpredictable master.

And in the Great Qin Palace, only Emperor Qin has this ability.

The lonely back faded away under the moonlight, and a single figure gave people a proud and heroic spirit.

Yan Wenxuan was going to meet someone, begging the other party to make a choice, and begged with the sword behind his back.

After that, he will die, he will die.

His sword doesn't have a scabbard, and Li Qinglian's sword doesn't have a scabbard, so as long as they make a move, someone will definitely die, either the enemy or themselves.

After all kinds of things in the rivers and lakes, their hearts have long since died, because they have made too many mistakes and can't even forgive themselves.

It's just that the thought of the future of all beings, the catastrophe that will happen in the future, their hearts slowly crawl out of the grave and become hot again.

The breeze blew and blew the placket of Yan Wenxuan's clothes, and also blew the osmanthus trees in the palace.

The fragrance of osmanthus comes from the surface, refreshing people's hearts.

"It's beautiful!"

Yan Wenxuan's eyes flickered, and he muttered in a low voice.

"I hope I can see you again tomorrow morning when the sun rises, it should be a beautiful picture......"

He has never been a person who can be sad for no reason, but at this time, he is still not exempt from vulgarity.

When anyone faces death, they will have a yearning for beautiful things.

No matter how strong Yan Wenxuan's sword moves are, no matter how cold his sword is, it still can't avoid being tainted with tackyness.

"Buzz!"

The branches of the osmanthus flowers from the breeze rustled, and the shadows on the ground danced with them.

A few pieces of osmanthus swayed down in the soft breeze and fell in the white moonlight.

Yan Wenxuan's figure had disappeared, disappearing into the dark night.