Chapter 68 Beauty Shows Sword

I don’t know when the ambush appeared on the ten sides, but seeing that Zheng Bing was not confused, Zhang Yang knew that he already had this song. #Baidu Search (hand-playing

It is authentic to use a pipa on the ten sides, but with her musical cultivation and understanding, it is not difficult to play a pipa song on the piano.

I saw that the beauty had a clear mind after thinking about it, and then nodded and smiled slightly at Zhang Yang, his jade hand lightly opened the piano, and the melody as if the jade spring had fallen to the ground spread from the twitching of the delicate jade fingers.

Although the sound of the piano is different from that of the pipa, it has the unique insights of this artist and incorporates his own creativity, which naturally sounds different.

The song gradually became excited from slow to fast, and everyone seemed to return to the war scene where mountains and rivers shook hundreds of years ago with her rhythm.

Rank camps, blow, hit, click generals, line up, walk in line, ambush, and fight in the mountains, and the battle of Jiulishan. King Xiang was defeated, slashed his throat in Wujiang. The army played the game, and the generals fought for merit and returned to the camp. Every detail and every scene came into my mind one by one with the melody of Zheng Bing's strings.

It sounded like a thick sound of war drums.

It sounded like a majestic and loud horn.

It sounds like a rushing sound like a sea wave, and it is the shouts of thousands of troops that shock the world.

Look, thousands of horses gallop, thousands of troops are like mountains, flags are like sea, and yellow sand covers the sky.

The Overlord was defeated, and he led only dozens of horses and began to rush around to break through with his beloved beauty.

Han Xin's army appeared in the north, facing south

To the south is Peng Yue's men, facing the east

To the east, the flags of Yingbu emerged...

There are ambushing on all sides and enemies on all sides. The hero has reached the final desperate situation.

The black horse neighed lightly, and he looked down on the thousands of troops in front of him like its owner. The warriors shouted, and they were as afraid as their head coach.

The beauty smiled affectionately at him, because with him beside her, what is the swords, mountains, fires, seas, and blue waters? Life and death are her greatest happiness.

"After I'm going to rush" the overlord rode his horse with his sword, his fighting spirit was full of the sky, and he rushed into the sea of ​​people with a few people unstoppable force.

On the banks of Wujiang River, plum blossoms are everywhere, and the beauty leaves him. The brothers died bravely in the enemy formation. The overlord looked at the turbulent river water, looked at the rolling soldiers and soldiers, gently placed his beloved woman, and finally sent her lovingly and said to his sleeping lover, "Wait for me, I will come to accompany you when I go."

As he said that, he roared: "All those who want me, Xiang Yu, come."

One person and one sword, but it is like a tiger. There are still hundreds of swords and thousands of innovations in the body. People dare to compete for the battle

The hero at the end is also a hero, how can a villain compare to

Be a hero in life, and be a hero in death. This is the King of Chu.

I don’t know how long it took to kill and how many people I killed. There are no more comrades around me, and there is no more worthy of attachment to. If I continue to kill, there is no meaning.

He finally glanced at his lover who was sleeping quietly, with a peaceful smile on his face. She had accompanied him through so many beautiful days and nights. Her beauty and tenderness were the spiritual destination of this hero. The country can be lost, but the beauty is gone, and his heart will die.

So what if I arrived in Jiangdong, I summoned my old subordinates and made a comeback? Without her sharing with him, I would be happy with my life. It would be fine if I didn’t want it... it would be fine, I would go... it would be fine.

Yu Ji, wait for me, my husband is here...

At this moment, mountains and rivers shook, and thousands of troops lost their voices. All the brilliance in the world was directed at this passionate and conceited loser, who was the only protagonist.

They are winners, but none of them are qualified to mock Xiang Yu, the loser.

What about the loser? So what about the winner? Han Xin died at the hands of a group of women, Ying Bu and Peng Yue were unable to escape the woman's murderous actions, including Liu Bang, who was also injured by the arrows left by Xiang Yu, took his life early.

Xiang Yu at least lived freely, laughed straightforwardly, and loved with all his heart. He had a lifelong brother and a lifelong confidant. What else did Han Xin and Liu Bang get besides fame and military achievements?

Due to Zheng Bing's self-indulgence and entry, this song was no longer in its original form when it was played halfway. Liu Bang and Han Xin, who should have been the protagonist, suddenly became a supporting role, and the following part was the iron-bone tenderness of Chu Bawang.

It was no longer Liu Bang's ambush, but Xiang Yu's farewell mystery.

But at the end of the song, the shock was not comparable to a simple ambush.

The tears of beauty and the blood of heroes are obviously more lovely than the chapters that simply praise the winner.

Although Zhang Yang was doing a show and made a final explanation for the final reversal, he was deeply impressed by hearing such superb piano skills.

But... the arrow has to be fired on the string. The next last external attack must not be left with internal troubles. It is time for her deep water explosion to detonate.

Everyone applauded, Zhang Yang also applauded and said with a smile: "It seems that Bing'er also likes the heroes of the Overlord more tender than Liu Bang's villain's success. Appreciating failed heroes requires courage and insight, and Bing'er is very rare."

Zheng Bing gently put the strings together and smiled and said to Zhang Yang: "The general is joking."

Yan Qing looked around and felt anxious when he waited, not knowing why the medicinal properties had not yet occurred.

But Zhang Yang continued to say to Zheng Bing endlessly: "Bing'er, let's have another song. After listening to this song, everyone will end up with each other."

Zheng Bing said "Oh" and looked at him and asked, "What else do you want to hear?"

Zhang Yang looked at her deeply, sighed and said, "Guangling Shuxue, it is the song Nie Zheng assassinating King Han."

Zheng Bing nodded, and a sad and solemn tune suddenly sounded.

At this moment, Zhou Cang Xiahou Dun and others suddenly became weak and fainted on their respective master seats.

Yan Qing was overjoyed, suddenly jumped up from his seat, shouted to the outside, "Take it off"

Then, after a sound of footsteps outside the tent, a group of white and yellow-clad men holding cold light blades rushed in from all sides of the tent, and surrounded Zhang Yang and others in the middle.

Zheng Bing glanced at the companion who came, but did not get up. He still sat there and played the hymn of the "Assassin" with concentration, as if everything happened here was as close to them.

Yan Qing looked at Zheng Bing in surprise, then looked at the fainting generals, and finally turned his eyes to Zhang Yang who was also leaning on the chair, and sneered: "I didn't expect that after fighting for so long along the way, I ate you a lot of plots, but in the end I killed you and the generals, all of you, in your Central Army camp. Must you be shocked?"

Zhang Yang ignored him, but calmly glanced at Zheng Bing who was still playing gracefully, and said softly: "I didn't expect that undercover agent to be the one you... Forget it, for nothing. You have already set up the ambush on the ten sides. Now that everyone is here, the Assassin's Store is just performed directly, there is no need for this song."

Zheng Bing smiled faintly at Zhang Yang, but kept looking up at him and said, "The general is one of the few people who understand the sound of my piano. He is considered half a confidant. The song ends and people part. It is time to start and end well."

Zhang Yang nodded, then turned his eyes to Yan Qing, looked at him gently, then glanced over the twenty white and yellow-clad people, and then asked softly: "There is no movement outside, how did you do it?"

Yan Qing couldn't help feeling very happy after hearing Zhang Yang's words. He glanced at the beautiful woman in white who was wearing dust and slapped her head and played the piano, and laughed loudly: "Of course this is the credit of Junior Sister Bing'er."

"Oh?" Zhang Yang frowned.

Yan Qing looked at Zhang Yang's unbelievable look, and felt that he had eaten the fruit of life all over his body. One of the three thousand pores was unhappy and smiled fearfully, "You don't know this. Now you are blindly confident and think that victory is in sight. You generals, Yinxian, drink hard, and naturally they will not treat themselves badly. If the superiors don't give wine and food, the junior sister will personally send wine and food to them, saying that this is given by General Liu. Those rough men will naturally not doubt that there is a problem, so they all fell down like you... Hahaha, plus your shadows have all gone west to Dalonggou. Without their interference, we, the elites of hundreds of refining, aren't that easy to touch in?"

Zhang Yang nodded in a clear way, glanced at Yan Qing, then looked at Zheng Bing, and sighed, "You are really good at it. Bing'er, you are buried so deeply. There were several sudden leaks of information along the way. Our plan was so strict but the enemy was always in danger. We were always in danger..."

As he said that, he looked at her and asked, "Did you use the sound of your piano and flute to spread the information?"

When Zheng Bing heard Zhang Yang's words, he paused his hand, slowly raised his head, nodded with appreciation, and said to Zhang Yang with a smile: "The General is indeed a smart person, and he is one of the few people who can understand my piano. It is really an honor for Zheng Bing to know the General."

Zhang Yang smiled bitterly and said, "Whether you are honored or disgusted, why do you have to go against me? Tianshan Sword Sect is just one with the princes of the court. When will it be mixed with the demon king Dong Zhuo?"

A trace of melancholy flashed in Zheng Bing's eyes and said with a helplessness: "I'm just helping someone to protect her from harm."

Zhang Yang smiled in his heart and said, "Is that person you love very much?"

Zheng Bing couldn't help but see Zou Rong's gentle smile, the warm embrace he had been attached to when he was a child, so he nodded with some sentimentality: "Yes, we assassins are also humans, and we also have seven emotions and six jades, why can't we have people who are attached to you?"

Hearing her words, Zhang Yang felt a little bitter and self-deprecating for some reason: "She has someone she is attached to... No matter how passionate she is, she doesn't have to worry about such a woman. Women who are not in her heart and things that do not belong to her are not necessary, so there is no need to show mercy..."

That kind of man's appreciation of such an excellent girl and possession of the inner jade was cut off by Zhang Yang at this moment. He could already do it.

Zhang Yang nodded, looking at Zheng Bing, who had already begun to pluck the strings quickly, and the sound of the piano was as fast as a river, his voice began to become cold: "For the sake of the person you are attached to, you will sacrifice yourself to go deep into the tiger's den. It's so deep love. I wish you a hundred years of happiness and a hundred years of unevenness. If you want to kill me repeatedly, I don't need to show mercy to you - take action."

Zheng Bing was a little confused when he heard his mindless words, but at the same time, under Yan Qing's shocked gaze, the generals who were poured by the medicine suddenly jumped up like tigers who woke up, and rushed towards the unprepared assassins.

Although they did not wear weapons for acting, everyone is a trainer and has rich experience in fighting battles. The moves are absolutely simple and clear, and they will never drag on the ground.

Zhang Fei punched two yellow-clothed Suifeng hard in the chest, and they sprayed blood and flew out of the tent. Liao Hua, Zhou Cang and others were all like tigers going down the mountain, seriously injured or killed the target on the spot.

Zhang Fei was so excited that he shouted again and turned around suddenly. A rotating side hook punch hit the chest of an assassin in white. With a crisp and sharp scream, the assassin vomited blood and flew out of the tent. Only then did Zhang Fei come back to his senses from the warmth and softness he felt just now in his palm, and said in surprise: "There is still a woman."

Zhou Cang cut a man in yellow with one palm, and he collapsed and fell to the ground. He shouted coldly at Zhang Fei: "What's wrong with a woman? If you don't kill her, she will kill you."

The situation suddenly changed, Yan Qing made a quick decision and shouted: "Form a formation to defend the enemy"

As soon as Yan Qing spoke, Suifeng, who was in chaos and the disciples of the Assassin Hall formed a combat group, with their bodies supporting each other and their weapons guarded one side. Even though Zhang Fei, Zhou Cang and others had great martial arts skills, they were really good at facing the tightly defended Hanguang Knife Formation, and they were really a dog biting the hedgehog's mouth.

Suddenly, the assassin, who had the advantage in numbers, gained a foothold and was ready to counterattack.

Zhang Yang glanced at Zheng Bing, who had just finished his song, looked at the assassin group with a sharp round defensive formation, and thought in his heart that the Tianshan Sword Sect was indeed well-known.

At the same time, he shouted in a deep voice: "Liao Hua and Zhou Cang all retreated from the shadows-attack"

At this moment, the central army's tent was suddenly torn apart, and shadows in black clothes rolled in lightly along the cracks, surrounding the circular array, and then launched a fierce attack.

Suddenly, the sword lights overlapped, sparks burst out, and the muffled groans and screams sounded.

The two sides seem to have similar weapons and their moves, and even the formations and alternating methods of everyone's cooperation are similar, as if they were trained by the whole family.

The shadow waited for his leisure to work, and fought for less, but suddenly attacked again, so he naturally took advantage. He killed 40% of the seriously injured enemies on the spot, but he also sacrificed three of them, and no less than ten people were injured.

Xu Hou, each person, rushed to the left, sometimes turned to the right, and sometimes turned to the right, flashing and agility, and the sword technique was sharp and weird.

In a blink of an eye, he used the slender scimitar in his hand to cut the enemy's waist and abdomen at an unpredictable angle, then walked by against the flashing sword light, and quickly cut towards the next target.

Yan Qing recognized the shriveled old man who was very sharp when he fought that day, shouted: "Be careful of that short man forming a formation and defending together."

As he said that, he also drew his sword and jumped up and joined the battle group.

At the same time, he turned around and sat there at Jingjinggui, facing the guqin Zheng Bingli, "Junior sister, why are you waiting for the action? Only by killing Liu Yang can we have a chance to survive."

Zhang Yang smiled at Zheng Bing indifferently: "Do you want to give up on me?"

Zheng Bing smiled faintly: "The general shot in all directions and was ambushed... Guangling stopped and finished playing, the assassin - he was about to take action -"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly had a cold face, and the murderous intent of a man flashed in her eyes. At the same time, she heard a pleasant sound of "swish". A cold fish intestine sword was pulled out from the belly of the piano, and then the white clothes flew, and the fish intestine sword also thrust towards Zhang Yang's throat with a whimpering and howling.
To be continued...