Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

Zilanxuan, Bafang Pavilion in the center

On the top floor of the attic, everyone waited silently.

Nongyu worried: "Sister Zi Nu, why hasn't Brother Li come back? Could it be that he has encountered a strong enemy?"

Zi Nu frowned slightly, and a little worry flashed between her brows.

For some reason, she cared a little about that handsome young man who often quarreled with her, exploded in anger with one or two sentences, and ate and drank in Zilanxuan every day.

Zi Nu frowned and said: "It shouldn't be, counting the time, he should have come back long ago."

Han Fei and Zhang Liang looked at each other, worried: "Could it be that Ji Wuye and Bai Niao have some other plans that we don't know about?"

Suddenly, Wei Zhuang's eyes lit up at the window.

He said: "There is news from Qijuetang, Li Changqing is fine."

When everyone looked at it, they saw three arrows flying across the sky in the shape of a character, and the flintstones lit up in the dark night, flying across the sky, transmitting signals.

This is the agreed firestone signal. As long as Li Changqing returns without incident, Qijue Hall disciples will shoot arrows in this shape, and Zi Lanxuan will receive it immediately.

"Huh—" Nongyu's heart fell to the ground.

For some reason, she always had bad premonitions and restlessness tonight.Until now, this uneasiness has gradually dissipated.

For about a quarter of an hour, a figure floated over the rubble roof of Zilanxuan.

Yes, there is only one figure, only Li Changqing.

As for Li Kai, he was left by Li Changqing at the secret entrance of Qijue Hall, handed over to Tang Qi to guard himself, and dozens of young and strong disciples guarded him.

Wei Zhuang's eyes froze, and he stared at Li Changqing with piercing eyes.

As a friend, as a swordsman, as an opponent, he keenly sensed an indescribable change in Li Changqing, which excited him.

"You... have become stronger again!?"

Wei Zhuang was both excited and shocked.

Excited that Li Changqing, who is "enemy and friend", has become stronger, so that when they compete again, they can put aside all burdens, explode with all their strength, and fight with all their strength.

At the same time, he was even more shocked, shocked by Li Changqing's talent, how long it took, Li Changqing became stronger again.

Half a month ago, he saw with his own eyes that Li Changqing broke through to the peak of the eighth rank, stepped into the ninth rank of martial arts, and became a first-class master in the world.

In addition to cultivation, in just half a month, Wei Zhuang discovered that Li Changqing had also practiced the Yuelu swordsmanship in addition to the Golden Snake swordsmanship, and his swordsmanship attainments were increasing day by day.

The Yuelu swordsmanship is by no means inferior to the Golden Snake swordsmanship, it is a first-class exquisite swordsmanship.

Li Changqing can quickly comprehend the two top swordsmanship, and control them to great success, or even perfection.

Wei Zhuang suppressed his excited fighting spirit, kept his tone as calm as possible, and said, "Whenever you are free, you and I will fight again."

Li Changqing nodded and said, "Okay."

The path of a swordsman is lonely, and there are very few opponents like Wei Zhuang.

Combat is the best teacher, and the Fifteen Swords of Death need one whetstone after another.

This is a set of extremely difficult to control and extremely powerful swordsmanship, and confrontation with masters is the fastest and best way to practice.

Li Changqing shrugged and said: "Everyone, Li Kai has been placed in Qijue Hall by me."

"It's not early. I've been fighting continuously tonight, running back and forth, and I'm sleepy too. I'll tell you about the battle tonight on the way to Qijue Hall tomorrow when I get some sleep."

Zi Nu nodded and said, "Okay, go to bed early."

"What's the matter, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Han Feichang stretched his waist and said, "Zifang, it seems that you and I are going to spend the night at Zilanxuan."

The young Zhang Liang, as gentle as jade and elegant as a gentleman, showed a helpless smile.

Zi Numei pursed her lips playfully, covered her mouth with a light smile and said, "The whole capital knows that the Ninth Young Master Han Fei is obsessed with fireworks and stays in the singing and dancing flower shop."

"The wife of the Zhang family, the grandson of the prime minister, the unicorn son of the Zhang family, guards his body like a jade, and is a gentleman. If you stay at Zilanxuan tonight and go back early tomorrow morning, I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain to Zhang Xiangguo."

Zhang Liang smiled bitterly.

"Miss Zi Nu is joking again, so she will chatter tonight."

Li Changqing leaned forward, walked out of Bafang Pavilion, jumped down, fell extremely fast, and then performed super lightness kung fu, flew more than 20 zhang into the sky, and returned to his room.

Fighting Mo Crow and Bai Feng tonight really put Li Changqing under great pressure, and the eruption of the sea of ​​flames in the end made him feel the breath of death.

This night's experience made Li Changqing feel the excitement, blood, mystery, and splendor from the rivers and lakes.

During the battle, the more active his spirit was, the more tired he was when it subsided.

Li Changqing fell asleep and didn't get up until the sun was rising.

After getting up, Li Changqing quickly washed up, and then slowly enjoyed the cakes and lotus root porridge carefully prepared by sister Nongyu, and had a delicious breakfast.

Everything was ready, Li Changqing led the way, and Han Fei, Zhang Liang, and Wei Zhuang, who couldn't wait, went straight to Qijue Hall.

Along the way, Li Changqing recounted the thrilling confrontation last night.

The vultures were used as bait, and they were laid out layer by layer to attract Li Kai, who should have disappeared.

Then, use Li Kai as a bait to lure either Wei Zhuang or Li Changqing, and set up a hunt.

A chariot and horse, driving slowly.

Inside the carriage were Li Changqing and the others.

Wei Zhuang sneered and said: "A mere hundred birds, a black crow, and a white phoenix, although they are worthy of a fight, but they are not qualified enough to keep you and me."

"He, Ji Wuye, has underestimated you and me too much."

Li Changqing smiled lightly, and echoed: "So, Ji Wuye paid a heavy price for his arrogance."

This price will make Ji Wuye's heart bleed and make him extremely angry.

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General's Mansion, the lobby of the inner house.

In the center, Ji Wuye was sitting on a dark iron bench, his eyes were dark and murderous, and opposite him, Mo Ya and Bai Feng knelt down on one knee, silent as if they were chilling cicadas.

"waste!"

Ji Wuye's eyes were cold, murderous intent shrouded the entire house, and the burly body wrapped in thick iron armor bloomed with amazing body-refining energy.

A powerful murderous intent that surpassed the pinnacle of the ninth rank permeated the air. Everyone at the scene knelt down and bowed, not daring to make the slightest sound, not even daring to relax and breathe naturally.

Ji Wuye, who is known as the strongest general in the Han Kingdom for a century, although there are three points of exaggeration, but it is definitely to establish his strong strength.

A free-for-all, body-training martial artist, both internally and externally, top-notch.

Ji Wuye's ability to become the great general of the Han Kingdom, gaining a foothold in this troubled and contentious world of the Warring States Period, and monopolizing the military power of a country is indeed powerful.

After a long time, Ji Wuye on the main seat gradually calmed down his anger.

"Li Changqing, what a Li Changqing, a mere pariah, let this general lose his soldiers and generals one after another, Killer of Hundred Birds lost more than forty people, Commander of Hundred Birds lost two people."

The red owl and the vulture all fell under Li Changqing's sword.

There were also dozens of mid-level third-rank warriors, including three seventh-rank warriors, that the Bainiao organization had painstakingly cultivated and trained for many years, all died under Li Changqing's sword.

Ji Wuye snorted coldly, clenched his fists and said, "Li Changqing, good, good. In addition to Han Fei and Wei Zhuang, there is now one more person on the must-kill list in the night."

"Mo Ya, this general will give you another mission. If this mission fails, hum!"

Mo Ya immediately bowed his head, cupped his fists and said: "Please rest assured, general, if you fail again, Mo Ya will commit suicide and apologize."