The two figures in the distance collided with each other, causing waves that were enough to shatter the void.

If everyone hadn't restrained themselves, and the royal city had stood for thousands of years and was extraordinary, I'm afraid that except for the real giants, few people on the city wall would have dared to take the risk to come and observe.

Zhao Wuling, the general of Zhao State, has always been respected and feared. Now that the king has gone away, he is in charge of one-third of the power of Zhao State, and his prestige is even greater.

Plus.

He used thunderous means to destroy a number of sacred temples dedicated to Zhao Tu. Although the news had not spread widely, some fragments of it had already been leaked.

Therefore, the dignitaries in Zhao Wangcheng now have a rather subtle view of him.

But, no matter how you put it.

His strength is the best in this royal city and even this country, there is no doubt about this.

No one dared to question him face to face, even if he subverted the sacred sacrifice.

After all, in this country, the majesty of the king is more important than anything else, and Zhao Wuling is the spokesperson of the king.

Outside the royal city, the sky was filled with yellow sand. He was wandering around there for a long time carrying a heavy hammer. Some people were confused about this and didn't know why.

However, the sudden outbreak of the war made them understand.

It turned out that the general was waiting for someone!

"Who is that person?"

"The general followed the king and once faced off against the King of Qin. He single-handedly blocked more than ten thousand warriors. He was truly invincible!"

"Where on earth did this character come from, and he was able to fight against him, evenly matched, without falling behind?"

Amidst the divergent opinions, the nobles in the Divine Blood, who were close to the ancient city wall, all gathered together, and there were endless discussions and shocked voices.

Some ordinary soldiers and soldiers were so far apart that they couldn't clearly see the turmoil among them.

But the commander of a thousand men, or some of the high officials who happened to be here, could vaguely see that the two men were almost equally matched, and it was hard to tell the difference for a while!

The sight was obscured by the yellow sand and could not be seen clearly.

Carrying Qin Zheng all the way, relying on the glory of the king's blood flowing in his own blood, the arrogant young man wearing the costume of the ancient Yan nobles took his arm, leaned against the edge of the city wall, and said with excitement:

"Did you see it, Azheng!"

"This is how your husband should be when he is born into the world!"

The young man named Yan Dan was blessed by the blood of the ancient King Yan. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle. Across the yellow sand in the sky, he managed to see clearly the battle between the white-robed True Monarch and General Zhao.

Seeing such a huge movement, the young man's face even flushed with excitement, and he waved his fist fiercely:

"If I had the strength of one of these two people, how could I be left alone in the land of Zhao and become someone else's fish?"

"The ancient ones with divine blood, kings and princes, if these powerful men are really angry and fight hard, they can even reduce this ancient Zhaowang City to ruins. How powerful they are!"

"It's a pity that although I have the blood of a king, I was sent to Zhao as a hostage by my father who indulged in pleasure all day long, and my resources were completely cut off."

"Otherwise, if you can give me some more time, even if I can't be so powerful, I won't be trapped in the Zhao family's royal city and suffer such humiliation, alas!"

After venting his anger in front of the young man who looked a little younger than him with a bright side eye, Yan Dan let out a long sigh, which was quite a bit like a hero out of breath.

However, Qin Zheng didn't pay much attention to this.

He just looked into the distance, looking at the long stretch of yellow sand outside the city and the two riots that were isolated by the royal city barrier like natural disasters, revealing a slight sense of longing.

Those generals and ministers of Zhao Tu, as well as Yan Dan beside him.

In fact, Qin Zheng could not see anything about the things they discussed.

Because it's too far.

If we only measure the vastness of heaven and earth from a mortal perspective, how can we see the power of heaven with our own eyes?

However, Qin Zheng could feel their awe and envy for that kind of power.

A few years ago, when the Lord of Western Qin was awakening the divine blood for him, he roared like an old lion in a riot. Even now, the sound still rings in his ears, and Qin Zheng has not forgotten it.

He still clearly remembered that when he was young, the ancestor who looked at him kindly and had high hopes for him actually changed his behavior that night and cursed him crazily.

He was scolded as a complete mortal and an ant, who had tarnished the divine blood of Qin and the prestige of the divine descendants.

Then, he and his mother, the goddess of the Zhao family who had been married to his late father, were driven to the capital of Zhao as hostages. To put it bluntly, they were left to fend for themselves.

Now, several years have passed.

Listening to Yan Dan's nagging thoughts in his ears, Qin Zheng lowered his eyes and suddenly said:

"Yan Dan, I'm going back."

"You and I are not suitable to come to the edge of the city wall of King Zhao's capital because of our status. This time you have crossed the line. If you are found out afterwards, it will be a big trouble."

After saying that, the young man turned around and looked at the huge ancient wall that was dozens of feet high and could not be seen to the bottom at a glance. He frowned and was a little embarrassed, not knowing how to get down.

It wasn't until Yan Dan turned his head that he had an idea and looked at him.

Yan Dan, who was excited to watch the battle between these powerful men, was put off by Qin Zheng who came with him, so he turned around and was a little surprised.

However, when he saw the pair of black eyes staring directly at the young Gu Yan, who had a bit of arrogance between his brows, he opened his mouth. For some reason, for no reason, he felt a wave of heart palpitations, and even couldn't help but step back.

step.

"How could I be surprised by him?"

"Perhaps it's because the battle between those two powerful men was too shocking."

"It was just a few glances, but it almost made me lose my mind. You are really tyrannical!"

When he came to his senses, Yan Dan shook his head violently.

Then he recalled the nobles and nobles in the royal city and all kinds of injustices, and his arrogant eyes couldn't help but be stained with a bit of gloom.

Immediately, his excited temper dropped, and he gave a slight 'hmm' before flying down with the young man named Zheng.

While holding his thin arms, Yan Dan glanced at Qin Zheng.

There is a composure that belies his age on his pale face. Even as a mortal, he has not lost his innate magnanimity at high altitudes.

"It's a pity that he has this kind of temperament, but he is completely ordinary. He has not even inherited the divine blood. Even if he joins the military sect, he may not be able to achieve anything famous with his body."

Shaking his head secretly, Yan Dan clicked his tongue in regret.

We are strangers in a foreign land.

But his playmate who shared the same illness was completely different from him.

At the very least.

With the blood of the ancient King Yan, Yan Dan still has a chance of making a comeback.

And Qin Zheng, maybe in another twenty or thirty years, he will be like ordinary people, getting old and facing birth, old age, illness and death.

hard to imagine.

This was actually the divine blood of Western Qin and Zhao Goddess that was finally born as the son of destiny.

With his thoughts in mind, Yan Dan took Qin Zheng and swept down.

And this scene also fell into the eyes of the two hazy figures staring at this place.

"You have been observing this child for several years. Since he is a character that is beyond your calculations, why don't you teach him some true heritage?"

The Taoist transformed by a wisp of breeze looked at the young man and asked casually.

Beside.

The man wearing a Yin-Yang robe without showing his face smiled:

"There is no way in this world that can lead to the great road without going through hardships."

"You, me, Master, Daozun, Guigu, Changsang, Bingzu, Juzi"

“There were too many storms and setbacks along the way.”

"Smooth sailing and smooth road will not be possible in the blood and fire that will surely come in the future."

"As for now, it can be considered an appropriate time."

"But if there is a more suitable candidate, it may not necessarily be me who goes there."

"for example."

His eyes looked outward, far away.

There, the long battle seemed to have come to an end.

"call"

He breathed heavily, and white air spewed out from Zhao Wuling's nose. His pair of huge iron boots stepped on the gravel, and the war hammer in his hand fell.

The bronze-like epidermis looked like a soldering iron at this time, with red spots scattered throughout, and it looked like it had been severely burned.

Those were the traces left by Ji Qiu's innate magical power, the black bird, coming to the world.

As for his opposite.

The white-robed True Monarch had dried blood on his body, but he had already recovered as before, with not even a trace of injury remaining on the surface of his skin.
To be continued...