Chapter one hundred and ninetieth holding a three-foot sword
"Uncle Junior, according to the news from the farm, there are many masters from hundreds of schools and swordsmen from Yanzhao gathered in Xinzheng this time. It seems... they are here to target you, Junior Uncle."
"There is also something about King Qin's politics. Uncle Junior Master, is King Qin coming to Xinzheng?"
In the rear courtyard of the Heaven and Earth, Zong Quan, who was investigating why a large number of warriors had recently entered Xinzheng in the name of Zhou Qing, was currently in the pavilion, telling Zhou Qing the information from the farmer's house.
The words are quite strange. Being able to be targeted by hundreds of schools, the young master has become famous. As for the consequences of the targeting, Zong Quan is naturally not worried. The warriors who have realized their weakness and returned will not come out. Within Zhu Xia, the young master can be retained.
There are almost no uncles.
It's just that the news from the farmer also involves the politics of the King of Qin, which makes Zongquan a little suspicious. He has been in the secular world for so long, and he understands that the son of a rich man cannot sit down in the palace. The King of Qin can be said to be the most noble among all the Xia.
People.
"Deal with me?"
"I don't seem to have offended them!"
The sudden news caused Zhou Qing, who was practicing boxing, to stop his movements. There was something strange on his face. He restrained his energy and looked at Zong Quan. Could it be that the other party had made a mistake?
"According to the news from the farmers, it is like this."
Zong Quan was also a little puzzled. The young uncle seemed to have been staying in Xianyang City and had not done anything to make the masters of hundreds of schools and Yanzhao swordsmen hate him. How could there be such a situation like this?
"Could it be the remnants of the Wild King's battle?"
"In that battle, the Mohists, Confucians, military strategists, and some Yanzhao swordsmen were suppressed by me. Even the traitor capital of the Mohists was severely damaged by me. Did they recover so quickly?"
In that battle, he did kill a lot of people, but now that he has just passed his age, do they want to come out again? I just don't know if they have the ability and preparation.
Moreover, Zhou Qing believed that their target was Qin Wangzheng more than himself. After all, if they killed him, they would offend the Taoist Tianzong. Now that their master Bei Mingzi is still here, they have to think about the cause and effect.
Thinking of this, he waved his hand towards a certain place in the heaven and earth. Suddenly, a bright blue stream of light flew out, with a sharp edge, and fell into his hand. The black heavy sword was gone, and the cold light of the eagle sword was gone.
Explicit.
All swords, light swords, heavy swords, and wooden swords are the same as me, and the principles are the same. All swords are the same!
"If it is really coming against me, the Eagle Sword has not drunk blood before years, let it drink enough this time."
It is nourished by the original true energy, spirituality is self-generated, the buzzing sound starts from the beginning, and the three-foot sword light is instinctively swallowed, and the terrifying energy spreads in the void, whether it is directed at itself or Ying Zheng, it seems that for Yingjian,
It's all a win-win.
****
“This is Xinzheng!”
After Tianze was conquered and the prince returned, the martial law in Xinzheng City was slightly relaxed. The sunny day was high and the city gates were open. People in simple clothes came in and out, and scholars and swordsmen who had traveled from various countries came in and out.
Outside the north gate of Xinzheng, it has the largest entry and exit capacity among all the city gates in Xinzheng. In view of this, there are many soldiers guarding and patrolling in front of the towering city gate.
This city with a history of hundreds of years has been the capital of South Korea since South Korea conquered Zheng nearly two hundred years ago. Although it does not look as grand as other big countries, it has the traces of time.
Two simple Xinzheng and Han inscriptions hang above it. In the watchtower above the city gate, teams of heavily armored soldiers rigorously scan the people entering and leaving the city. If there is any chaos, they will stop it immediately.
At this moment, in front of the city, in a corner of the huge traffic area, three figures stood quietly, one man and two women, both holding long swords and dressed in smart clothes. They were both young. The man looked handsome, with a calm temperament and square eyebrows.
, is raising his head and looking at the city of Xinzheng in front of him.
"Miss Feixue, did my senior brother really die tragically at the hands of a warrior in Xinzheng City?"
Beside the man, there were two women standing side by side. They were young and beautiful, well-dressed and handsome. Looking at the city of Xinzheng in front of them, a woman in a light red dress suddenly said angrily.
He is tall and tall, with beautiful eyebrows. Although he is not the figure who will conquer the country or bring disaster to the country, he still has a unique temperament, such as the orchid empty valley, with self-generated charm. He holds a sword in one hand and gently touches his lower abdomen with the other hand. There is endless murder in his bright eyes.
The intention blooms.
"That's true, but I don't know if the warrior who killed your senior brother is still in Xinzheng. That night, my senior brother wanted to save him, but the enemy's strength was extraordinary, and with the darkness of the night, the opponent's appearance was not taken lightly, but his strength
It’s indeed super strong.”
"Even at the level of god transformation, they are all strong!"
Next to the woman in red is a woman wearing a tight-fitting blue dress. Although it is not brocade, her figure is still visible. She looks slightly older than the woman in red. She is equally heroic and speaks and behaves very well.
It's free and easy.
Recalling the scene that night, I still feel a little frightened in my heart. Unless that person left for unknown reasons, otherwise the two senior brothers and sisters would have to stay there. But now Jing Ke’s senior brother and junior sister came to Xinzheng to seek revenge, but Feixue
It feels quite inappropriate.
"Whether that person is still in Xinzheng or not, I have to come to Xinzheng. Not long after senior brother obtained the Huluo Sword Technique, he suffered such a fate. Senior brother, do you think it is Xia Houyang from the Danding Sect of Zhao Kingdom?"
"He himself is a warrior who transforms into gods. Before his death, he often competed with his grandfather. He was very strong and he has always coveted the Huluo Sword Technique. It is not difficult to know the whereabouts of his senior brother."
The three of them stood quietly outside the city gate, not in a hurry to go in. A trace of strong speculation flashed across the angry look of the woman in red. Among all the countries, there were not many people who had enmity with their senior brother. There were just a few who turned over and over again.
.
"I don't know. It's just that if it was Xia Houyang, since he killed his junior brother, he should have taken away the Huluo Sword Manual from his body. However, the other party did not do that. Instead, he set fire to the junior brother and completely destroyed him."
Han Shen shook his head gently. He did not agree with his junior sister's guess. Of course, he did not deny it. Judging from what Fei Xue said about what happened that night, the other party was determined to kill his junior brother, and his intention was not to use the Huluo Sword Technique.
above.
"Let's go to the city first to see my senior brother. He knows more about what happened that night. Maybe you will know who killed young hero Jing Ke. I received a message from my senior brother before, and there are many warriors from Xinzheng gathered recently, and even
It’s chaos.”
"Sister Li'er, you are pregnant again. In my opinion, no matter who the enemy is, you should not take action for the time being. After you two have mastered the Huluo sword technique, it will not be too late to avenge Young Hero Jing Ke."
Feixue, who was wearing a long blue dress, took a step forward gently, holding Moye's Sword, sensing the surrounding aura. There were many warriors there. I really didn't know what they were planning to do in Xinzheng.
Listening to the words of Han Shen and Gongsun Li beside them, they whispered and persuaded.