Yan Chunjun was on the high platform, watching the beauty dancing in front of him with great interest.
On the dark red luxurious seat, Yan Chunjun hugged him from left to right and slowly ate the fruits and vegetables that the beauty gave him.
He heard the shouts of death and the signal outside.
But he was not in a hurry, and he didn't even feel the slightest crisis.
This is not the first time he has been assassinated, and the trappers and his guards will solve everything for him.
He was the younger brother of King Yan. He had a distinguished status and was surrounded by many guards. How could he be assassinated by a few low-level untouchables at their request?
Curtains are hung in the room. Behind the curtains, one can vaguely see figures standing with swords outside the window. Only shadows can be seen through the windows. Dozens of dense shadows tightly protect the geese.
Harujun's safety.
The sharp swords shone under the moon with the unique cold light of cold weapons, waiting for the moment to drink blood with their master.
In addition to them, there are dozens of killers on standby on the rafters, plus the dozens of snare killers that Jueying brought out just now. Just the room in front of Yan Chunjun is guarded by No. 100 guards, many of whom are no less than
A master of trapping and killing, a top-notch killer.
Originally, there were far fewer guards in this room, but the assassin foolishly chose to attack directly.
This gave them the opportunity to gather here, although it was unlikely that the assassin could break through the encirclement and suppression by Jueying and others.
But not afraid of ten thousand, but just in case, before leaving, Jueying still transferred all the guards in the mansion here, and sent a signal to summon the defenders of King Yan's capital for support.
That assassin was really looking for his own death.
Lord Yan Chunjun's residence is the Palace of Hell to the assassins. Once you enter, you will never come back!
There were swords and swords outside, and there was singing and dancing inside.
You can know the whole leopard by looking into a tube, and you can know the autumn by looking at a leaf. Sometimes, you will find that the big things can be seen from the small things, and the important things of the family and the country are contained in every small thing.
Accompanied by the delicacies presented by the beauty, and watching the groups of dancers dancing in front of him, Lord Yan Chun was filled with joy.
Rows of lights illuminate the room like daylight.
Suddenly, dozens of unknown objects fell from the beams and hit the ground, making a series of sounds.
The sharp-eyed guards noticed at a glance that dozens of corpses had fallen from the beams!
And they are all the bodies guarded by Lord Yan Chun.
"not good!"
"The assassin is in the rafters!"
"Protect Mr. Yan Chunjun, hurry up..."
Suddenly, a figure holding a sword fell from the beam, bursts of crimson sword light accompanied by splashes of blood, wailings and screams before death, and straight sword marks, twisted and sprinkled on the room.
On that gorgeous window.
In just a few breaths, he had already turned around and returned to the gate.
In just a few seconds, dozens of guards were killed by the attackers.
Yan Chunjun pushed aside the beauty beside him, waved away the dancers, stood up suddenly, held the sword in his hand, walked a few steps forward, crossed the table, and walked to the steps, wanting to go down and find out.
But he retreated again.
At this time, even someone as big-hearted as Yan Chunjun realized that something was wrong.
The demon-like figure stopped quietly in front of the door, and the strong wind picked up his thick robe and long hair, flying in the air.
Suddenly, the door opened suddenly, and with a biting wind mixed with sword energy, all the lights in the room were instantly extinguished.
"You, you, who are you and why did you assassinate Yan?
Do you know that Yan is the brother of King Yan and belongs to the royal family of Yan? If you kill Yan, the Yan State will hunt you down with all its strength, and there will no longer be a place for you in the world!" Yan Chunjun said excitedly.
Wei Zhuang roared.
At this moment, this powerful man in the Yan Kingdom finally knew what fear was when he was facing death.
Wei Zhuang did not answer him, but dragged the shark-tooth sword that was still dripping with blood backwards and walked step by step like Yan Chunjun.
The shark-tooth sword drew sparks in the ground, like the dividing line between hell and the world.
With every step he took, Wei Zhuang's momentum increased, and the sense of oppression became stronger. The huge pressure made Yan Chunjun unable to breathe. Under the huge pressure, Yan Chunjun collapsed.
On the ground.
"Who are you? Why do you want to kill Yan?
I give you money, I give you an official job, I give you a woman, don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!
I can give you anything! I have a lot of money..." The bronze sword fell to the ground with a clang as the owner collapsed. Yan Chunjun no longer dared to pick it up. He just stepped back a few steps with his hands on the ground, until he
With his back against his desk, he realized that there was no way he could retreat.
Hearing this, Wei Zhuang's lips turned into a sarcastic arc, and at the last moment of Yan Chunjun's life, he gave him a sarcastic smile.
Is he an evil ghost from hell, or a great demon that brings trouble to the world?
Hundreds of guards were killed by him. Such a terrifying killing technique was probably not a sword technique at all, but a monster's magic technique.
"Are you a human or a ghost? Are you an evil spirit seeking life? Are you a demon from hell?
What on earth are you..." Yan Chunjun was already in despair at this moment, and under the pressure of Wei Zhuang's huge murderous intent, he was a little insane.
Accompanied by a domineering yellow sword light, a streak of blood spattered on the gorgeous document and the pretty face of a dancing girl.
The noise stopped abruptly.
Looking at these beautiful dancers, Wei Zhuang did not choose to kill them.
Since he is an evil ghost in hell, he must leave something as a clue for the people in the world of the sun, right?
"The murderer, quicksand, Wei Zhuang!"
At this moment, on a high platform in Yan Chunjun's residence, a man wearing Qin army armor and holding a long sword with a heavy Yin energy was silently looking at Wei Zhuang who was going on a killing spree.
A snare, covering the sun.
He wanted to rescue Yan Chunjun. As a core member of Luo Wen, he knew very well the value of Yan Chunjun to Luo Wen.
But after looking at the shark teeth and the domineering sword power of its master, thinking about it and not coming to support, the Frightened Salamander cut off the water and covered the sun. In the end, he did nothing. He silently moved his body skills and disappeared in a few breaths.
In Yan Chunjun's mansion, it was as if he had never appeared before.
…
Fifteen days later, Xianyang.
Jing Ke looked at Gai Nie with a dark and complicated look.
"Are you interested in serving the Qin Dynasty?" Gai Nie said to Jing Ke.
"You think you can bribe me like this?
Then you are wrong. The great man has treated me with courtesy, and I must repay him with death.
For fear of death, I will not join the Mohist family. As the saying goes, the world is all white, but I am the only one who is black. That's it.
You and I have a close relationship, and I treat you as a close friend, why do you insult me so much?" Jing Ke's face was extremely cold, and he asked Gai Nie in anger.
Under the dim light, the two people had a rare argument.
Genie rarely argued with others, and seldom spoke in such a long way.
Because he is Jing Ke...
Jing Ke talked a lot and could chat with everyone. He was also very loyal. He had never had such an quarrel with his friends.
Because he is Genie.
"Wow!" Jing Ke's low roar woke up Tian Ming, who was sleeping soundly. Xiao Tian Ming, whose sleep was disturbed, burst into tears, but the moment he looked at Jing Ke, he burst into laughter for some reason.
Jing Ke looked at the "winning" dawn with a dark complexion.
"How many years has this war between the princes lasted? How many people died in this war?
The suffering suffered by ordinary people cannot be recorded in history books, and the number of people who died cannot be counted.
In fact, no one will remember them at all...
You don’t understand King Qin or his ambitions!
It is time for him to end this catastrophe that has lasted for hundreds of years.
And now, to a certain extent, the right to determine the future of the world lies in our hands!
After this huge battle, the Seven Kingdoms will no longer exist, replaced by an unprecedented empire and an unprecedented prosperous age!
In this land, people with the same origin have once again become the citizens of one country, with cars on the same track, books on the same text, and the universe unified."
"Do you really believe that everything you expected will happen?
A prosperous age that has never been seen before, a prosperous age that has never been seen before...
Do you think that is something that humans can do?" Jing Ke was no longer angry, but was replaced by an unusual calmness.
He asked Gai Nie calmly. He thought Gai Nie was crazy, but he also felt that he was wrong, because he was Gai Nie, one of Guigu Zongheng, and he could not be crazy.
What did Ying Zheng do?
So that so many talents, heroes, and even Guigu disciples like Gai Nie, who are so talented and talented, all believe fervently that he can do what so many sages and saints have never done for thousands of years?
He is not a quiet person, but his face is as cold as ice at this moment.
“Is it impossible?
Since I became the chief swordsman of the Qin Kingdom, I have seen with my own eyes that Ying Zheng has done so many things that others think are impossible."
"If there must be a reason for this, just because he is Ying Zheng, that's enough!"