Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

At night, dark clouds

Zilanxuan, Bafang Pavilion.

"The moon is dark and the wind is high, the night of murder and arson."

Li Changqing had a slender figure with his left hand on his back. Looking out the window, he saw a large number of imperial guards approaching, constantly blocking the exits of Zilanxuan.

Nongyu had already changed into Zi Nu's clothes. She was normally a lady, and changed into Zi Nu's purple clothes that fit her waist tightly, outlining her graceful figure and exquisite curves.

The girl has long wine-red hair and a delicate face, with a pure and charming temperament.

Li Changqing raised his glass with his right hand and took a sip of wine, then smiled and said, "Sister Nongyu's outfit is quite charming."

"Really?" Nongyu smiled mischievously, and asked, "Then I dare to ask Brother Li, who is better than Nongyu and Sister Zinu?"

Li Changqing said without hesitation: "Sister Nongyu is naturally more charming."

"Puchi" Nongyu laughed: "Brother Li really knows how to joke, and everyone in Xinzheng knows that Sister Zinu is the number one strange woman in Korea and the number one beauty in Xinzheng."

The two talked and laughed, and the depression and depression in their hearts dissipated for three points.

Li Changqing ordered: "Nongyu, let the sisters of Zilanxuan transfer from the secret path."

"Zi Lanxuan, just leave you and me alone."

Nongyu nodded, "Yes."

Maybe Zi Nu had anticipated today when she built Zi Lan Xuan, so when Zi Lan Xuan was built, Zi Nu also built a top-secret secret passage.

Early this morning, Yingzheng and Gai Nie left Zilanxuan through a secret passage, and secretly transferred to the Qin State Posthouse.

Similarly, two hours ago, Zi Nu and Zhang Liang also left from the secret road and secretly went to the Qin State Posthouse.

Li Changqing swayed his wine glass, and walked down the attic lightly: "Han Fei has Han Fei's battlefield, Wei Zhuang also has Wei Zhuang's opponent. And my opponent will also appear on the stage."

"At this point, none of us have a second choice other than to win."

Because... To lose is to die.

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Xinzheng East Street
Ever since the poisonous scorpion gate was destroyed and the poisonous scorpion died under Li Changqing's sword, Xinzheng East Street has become the new sphere of influence of Qijuetang.

Tang Qi walked the East Street, patrolling daily, followed by four disciples, all of them covered their faces with black hoods, with swords around their waists and torches in their hands.

Burning torches illuminate the streets and alleys.

Swish, swish—

In the dark night, there was a flash of cold light, and several figures flew out, their movements were extremely fast, third rank warriors stabbed out with sharp blades in both hands.

They are the kings of the night, the birds that reap the souls of the dead.

However, the moment the six killers approached, a disciple beside Tang Qi suddenly drew his sword, the powerful real energy shook, and the coarse cloth clothes shattered, revealing a brocade black dress.

With a sound of 'choke', the bright sword light suddenly appeared, and the eyes of the six bird killers' masks subconsciously closed.

The moment they close their eyes is the moment when their lives stagnate forever.

Swish, Swish, Swish... Brilliant sword light crossed the sky, six sword lights, six sword qi, harvested six lives.

Bang, bang, bang... One after another, the bird killers fell.

They think they are hunters, but they don't know that they have been prey from the beginning.

Wei Zhuang held the scabbard in his left hand, and the slender sword in his right hand slowly returned to the sheath. The sword blade rubbed against the scabbard to create a string of sparks, and the clear sound of the sword resounded through the alley.

Tang Qi came back to his senses, and the sword in his hand was out of its sheath.

The other three disciples also drew out their swords one after another, and the Qi Qi of the third rank overflowed, guarding Tang Qi in the middle, looking around vigilantly.

Suddenly, Wei Zhuang's eyes froze.

A cloud of black air and a group of crows fluttered and flew towards them. The black air intertwined with the crows, and they turned into a person in an instant.

Mo Crow stood on the roof, folded his arms, his eyes were slightly surprised, he smiled and said: "As expected of the successor of Guigu, he can predict the enemy before he can, and hunt and kill all kinds of birds."

They are all smart people, and Mo Ya immediately understood when he saw Wei Zhuang making a move.

"However, I'm curious. You guys are obviously in a desperate situation, but you still choose to let the pair of strongest swords, the Ghost Valley Swords, act separately."

"Where does your confidence come from?"

Holding the sword, Wei Zhuang said with a stern face: "Just you?"

"Did you come here just to humiliate yourself?"

Mo Crow's face froze, and then an elegant smile appeared on Xie Mei's face, and he said softly: "Li Changqing's strength is not inferior to Guigu's two swords, and I naturally dare not be alone in the face of Guigu's successor."

For Mo Ya, it seems that admitting that he is inferior to others is not a shameful thing.

Mo Ya waved his right hand lightly, clamped a black bird feather with his index finger and middle finger, and said with a smile: "So, I came prepared too, let's do it."

Hearing Mo Ya's order, afterimages were flying around, one by one, the third-rank warriors were dispatched, the number of them was about 40 by visual estimation, and there were six or seven martial arts seventh-ranks among them.

Mo Ya smiled lightly and said: "Although Li Changqing caused Bai Niao a lot of losses, there are ten Bai Niao Martial Arts Seventh Ranks in total, and now there are seven, plus me, it should be enough to entertain Guigu disciples."

Wei Zhuang and Tang Qi stood in the alley, surrounded by bird killers one after another on the roofs, full of murderous intentions.

"Is this what you call preparation?"

Wei Zhuang sneered and said, "Do it."

In the next instant, arrows shot out one by one from the gaps in the surrounding houses and brick walls. Hundreds of arrows suddenly attacked, and all of them shot towards the master of birds on the roof.

Mo Crow's complexion changed: "There is an ambush!"

choke!
With the sound of a sword, Wei Zhuang did not know when he had already made a move, the shark's teeth cut through the figure of the black crow, and the latter turned into a plume of black smoke and a group of crows, avoiding the sword with the technique of turning into crows.

The arrows shot down, and the bird killers fell one by one around them.

Immediately afterwards, among the broken houses around, disciples of Qijue Hall rushed out with swords, surrounded these places, and the identities of hunter and prey were instantly reversed.

Standing with his sword in his hand, Wei Zhuang pursed his lips and chuckled: "They are the prey of Qijuetang. And you... are the prey of shark teeth."

Swish!
As soon as the words fell, Wei Zhuang turned into lightning, and with a glimpse, his murderous intent was fierce.

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korean palace
Compared with Wei Zhuang's calmness, Han Fei's situation seemed to be quite bad.

Han Fei yanked the door violently. The door he could clearly enter could not be opened no matter how hard he tried at this moment.

Han Fei thought about the layout of the courtyard for a while, and immediately understood: "The door you just walked through was the wounded door, so... this is the art of the strange door."

Mrs. Mingzhu is a trendy banshee wearing a long black gauze dress, her icy muscles are faintly visible, her tall figure, her plump curves, her white muscles and bones, her long and narrow eyes, her almost perfect face, and her pair of sizes that are envied by women all over the world... all the time No longer showing her amazing charm.

Han Fei turned around, his face calmed down, and he faced the tide banshee and said, "So, father didn't want to summon me?"

The trendy banshee snorted softly, walking gracefully with a graceful figure, and said with a smug smile: "Naturally. The person your father wants to summon right now and here is me, to accompany him to watch the moon and taste wine."

While speaking, the trendy banshee ran across her fragrant shoulder with the tip of her right finger, leaving three finger marks and bloodstains. The fragrant shoulder was as white as jade, and the icy muscles and bones were washed and gelled. The moonlight sprinkled down lightly, reflecting the luster of white jade.

The fashionable banshee laughed and said, "I have heard that the ninth son, Han Fei, is very resourceful. Tonight, he will come to this concubine's bedroom. Do you want to guess what will happen next?"

Outside the house, the old eunuch shouted loudly: "The king is here."

Hearing this shout, Chao Banshee smiled even more, as if she had seen Han Fei being sent to death row by Han Wang'an.

What about Quicksand Boss?
So what about resourcefulness?
My trendy banshee can crush you to death just by doing a little trick.

"Hey!" Han Fei sighed, shook his head with a wry smile.