Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

At nightfall, the outer city of the capital.

In Xinzheng, the capital of Han, the inner city is connected to the outer city, covering dozens of miles. The number of residents in the royal capital is no less than 30, and there are tens of thousands of garrison troops in the outer city barracks.

At night, in the outer city to the west, a certain street and a certain alley, the disciples of Qijuetang, led by Tang Qi, surrounded the area early on. The disciples guarded the alleys, and there were dozens of people inside and outside.

Two figures came hand in hand.

Wei Zhuang is dressed in black like night, holding a shark-tooth demon sword, white eyebrows like a sword, and a body like a javelin. He walks into the arena step by step, exuding a powerful aura.

Li Changqing carried a sapphire sword case on his back, with thin lips pursed into a smile, a green shirt with long sleeves, long hair like ink, slightly raised temples, picturesque crouching eyebrows, and a jade-like face.

Tang Qi cupped his fists and said, "Boss Wei, Li Shaoxia."

Li Changqing and Li Changqing nodded, as a greeting.

Afterwards, Tang Qi waved his hand to recruit someone, and said, "Tell me, what did you see?"

The disciple of Qijue Hall was shocked, and his voice trembled slightly: "We are patrolling, and we saw a few foreigners acting suspiciously, so we are going to go forward and check."

"How many people are there?" Tang Qi asked him.

The disciple replied: "The alley was too dark at the time, so I couldn't see clearly. There were probably five or six people."

Wei Zhuang said coldly: "How many shot?"

The disciple hesitated for a moment and said, "Uh, all, all... made a move."

Li Changqing chuckled lightly: "Heh."

Tang Qi asked: "Why is Li Shaoxia laughing?"

Li Changqing shook his head and said, "There is only one person who made the move."

At this time, Wei Zhuang pointed to the disciple of Qijue Hall beside him, and ordered: "You, move him here. You, move him forward one foot. And this one, move it too."

Soon, the corpses of the four Qijuetang disciples were rearranged.

Wei Zhuang said indifferently: "This is the real order of their death."

"There was only one person who shot, and only one sword."

Li Changqing smiled slightly, and continued: "And from the analysis of the sword marks on the wound, it can be concluded that this is a coherent sword intent. It was done in one go, killing four people in an instant."

Tang Qi was surprised and said, "Kill four people with one sword?"

It's no wonder that Tang Qi was surprised, because... a person with this kind of strength is at worst a first-class master, and a first-rate master with swords.

Tang Qi asked: "Since the killer has the ability to kill four people in an instant, why does he want to leave one alive?"

The disciple of Qijue Hall looked terrified and backed away again and again.

Wei Zhuang's sword eyebrows were on one side, his eyes were sharp, and he glanced at the Qijue Hall disciple from the corner of his eye, and said, "Because he didn't go forward at all, but hid."

The disciple knelt down on his knees and said, "I-I was terrified at the time. Those people were very difficult to provoke, so, so I didn't go forward."

Tang Qi said: "They are so ruthless, you are still alive, you are really lucky."

Out of five or six people, only one made a move, and four people were killed with one sword strike.The rest of them are obviously the strongest among killers, the first-rate assassins among assassins.

This kid is still alive, obviously very lucky.

Li Changqing smiled, shook his head and said: "I don't think he was lucky, but these killers found traces of the target, so they left in a hurry, not wanting to delay time."

After saying that, Li Changqing and Wei Zhuang turned and left.

The two walked down the alley and started talking.

Li Changqing asked: "I feel that you are hiding something, you seem to know this sword intent."

After a pause, Li Changqing added: "Any famous sword is special, and anyone who wields a famous sword is also special. A special swordsman wielding a special sword will naturally release a special sword intent."

"The special sword wound left by the special sword will reveal the true identity of the swordsman."

Wei Zhuang's eyes flashed with confusion, and he said softly: "This sword intent is plausible, and I'm not absolutely sure whether it's him."

"And, as early as three years ago, he had already died in Weijiazhuang."

Li Changqing stepped forward and said lightly: "Whether it is him or not, let us wait and see. If it is not him, I think you will be disappointed."

Wei Zhuang remained silent.

Three years ago, he and his senior brother Gai Nie encountered the strongest enemy in their lives: black and white Xuanjian. The two of them were seriously injured by Xuanjian who held a black sword in one hand. In the end, he performed a combined vertical and horizontal combo. The two killing moves broke out at the same time and defeated Xuanjian. scissors.

If Xuan Jian hadn't died three years ago, would he become stronger and stronger when he came back to life?

"Xuan Jian..." Wei Zhuang whispered to himself, his eyes were burning with flames, and his fighting spirit was soaring.

At this time, Tang Qi led more than a dozen disciples to come.

"Boss Wei, Li Shaoxia, the moon is dark and the wind is high tonight. I will lead a few disciples to lie in ambush for you, so as not to slip through the net."

Wei Zhuang nodded slightly, and then said: "Li Changqing, I will take you to meet someone. If the person from Xianyang Palace is really here, then he must be here too."

Li Changqing raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with anticipation: "Ghost Valley double swords? I have already seen the horizontal sword technique. If I have the opportunity to try the combined vertical sword technique, I would love it."

While the two were talking, they went deep into the alley and drifted away.

Tang Qi led his disciples to ambush all around, watching the two go away one after another.

late night, bright moon, alley

Li Changqing and Wei Zhuang walked side by side, they stopped suddenly because a killer with a bamboo hat appeared in front of them, and at the same time three people appeared on the roofs on both sides of the alley.

Wei Zhuang pursed his lips and said with a sneer, "It's from the little mouse that threw the net."

With a move in Li Changqing's mind, the sapphire sword case opened its screen, the cyan color was brilliant, elegant and mysterious, and the peacock opened its tail, making Li Changqing even more handsome and extraordinary, with a refined temperament.

With a choking sound, the Bone Corrosion Demon Sword popped out and flew three feet into the sky.

The long sword flew into the air, unsheathed by itself, the dazzling sword light gradually glowed under the moon, a wisp of green smoke walked through the air, holding the hilt of the sword, it turned into a startling lightning.

Shua, Shua, Shua... The roofs on both sides of the alley, walking left and right, lightning flashed in a triangle shape, Li Changqing passed the third snare killer, and the Bone Erosion Demon Sword returned to its sheath.

On the roofs on both sides, the corpses of three snare killers fell into the alley.

At the same time, the bamboo hat killer in the alley fell down, the shark teeth in Wei Zhuang's hand slowly returned to the sheath, the blade and the scabbard rubbed a string of sparks, and sank into the scabbard with a choking sound.

Li Changqing floated down, and the two continued walking with swords in hand.

Soon, they came to an abandoned city building.

Wei Zhuang glanced at the city gate, smiled faintly and said, "Brother, I know you are inside. But today, I don't intend to go in."

"I bring you an opponent, he will definitely surprise you."

Li Changqing pursed his thin lips, stepped forward with his sword in hand, pushed the door open and entered.

With a creak, the abandoned gate of the city tower was slowly pushed open, and Li Changqing walked in with a sword in hand.

With a bang, the door closed and the room was dark.

Li Changqing holds the scabbard in his left hand and the hilt in his right hand. The slender sword body is slowly unsheathed. With the sharp sword in his hand, he listens to the six directions and sees all directions with his eyes fully open.

"Hoo, hoo—"

In the dark tower, except for the occasional ray of moonlight shining through the holes in the tower, there is nothing, and the silence is terrifying.It was so quiet that only Li Changqing's own breathing was there.

There was no aura, no abnormal noise, and it seemed that there was no other person here except Li Changqing.

boom!
Suddenly, a pile of wooden planks exploded, and a cyan sword light flashed from the darkness, killing it instantly from a distance of several feet.

In the last second, everything was silent and a needle could be heard.

In the next second, the sword light was sharp and earth-shattering.