Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

After Yingzheng smiled, he looked dignified and said in a stern tone: "Pass the order of the widow."

"Wang Ji will be wiped out of the three clans, and all those who recommend, sponsor, and check will be strictly investigated during the promotion of his official career."

Two soldiers stepped forward and took away Wang Ji's body.

On the tower, Yingzheng stepped up, step by step to the top of the tower to the highest position, white clothes like snow, long hair flying, showing the majesty of the king.

On the general stage, the Daqin Black Dragon Flag fluttered.

The last ray of sunset glowed slantingly, and the setting sun was like blood, soaking the entire camp.

Meng Tian had [-] cavalry and [-] Pingyang Heavy Armored Army.

Eight thousand soldiers, headed by Meng Tian, ​​kowtowed on one knee to the camp of the Wusui school grounds, all the military flags fluttered in the wind, and all the soldiers kowtowed to the point on the high platform, all dressed in white.

On the left side of the platform, under the wooden ladder, Gai Nie stood holding his sword, looking down at the eight thousand elites, and said in a low voice: "Today is the eighth day of the ninth lunar month."

Like the setting sun of blood infecting Wusui's barracks, it infected eight thousand armored soldiers.

For a moment, Ying Zheng looked down from a high position, his pride soared, and he sang loudly again:
"When autumn comes, September [-]th, when my flowers bloom, hundreds of flowers will kill; the fragrance of the sky will penetrate Xianyang, and the whole city will be covered with golden armor."

With his left hand on his back, Ying Zheng stretched out his right hand, and said slowly, "Xianyang, the widow is coming back!"

Meng Tian knelt on the ground with his right knee, held the helmet in his right hand, knelt down and straightened his waist, and shouted loudly: "Long live my king."

Eight thousand elites shouted: "Long live my king."

"Long live my king."

"Long live my king."

Swish, Swish, Swish... The soldier's armor swished, the spears were lined up vertically and horizontally, and they were held up neatly.

Li Si stood on the right platform under the high platform of Dianjiang, overlooking the Wusui barracks, and then looked up at the white robe on the highest step. The majesty of the emperor made one dare not look at it for a long time.

Li Si withdrew his gaze and whispered to himself, "Whose poem is it again..."

"A brilliant strategy, all of which predicts Wu Sui's changes. People are hundreds of miles away, but they can see everything about Wu Sui. In terms of the profoundness of the strategy, Li Changqing is even higher than Han Fei."

Inside Li Si's long sleeves, both hands clenched into fists.

He knew that he was far inferior to Han Fei and Li Changqing in the heart of the king he admired and was loyal to.

So what!

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An hour later, in the middle of the night.

In a large camp, a blast of air soaring to the sky erupted, and the aura of the strong was undoubtedly revealed. True energy and sword energy were intertwined, and the sword energy turned into air waves, tearing the entire barracks apart.

In the main camp, Ying Zheng raised his eyes and looked at the other tent a hundred meters away from the window, and said to himself with a slightly happy tone: "He has succeeded in the comfortable situation."

Returning to Xianyang this time must be extremely dangerous, the real murder is yet to come, the more strength around you, the more certainty you will get.

Gai Nie's swordsmanship was extraordinary, and he was able to compete with the masters of the Freedom Realm. Now that his cultivation has stepped into the Freedom Realm, he must also be the best in his class.

Meng Tian and his own soldiers personally guarded the four directions, and when they sensed the powerful aura, they rushed over immediately.

The Qi machine was shaking, and the camp tent was already broken.

Gai Nie gradually restrained his strong aura, stepped out one by one with a sword, his gaze became sharper, and his restrained sword aura became more astonishing.

None of the soldiers behind Meng Tian dared to look at him, as long as they were within three feet of Gai Nie, they would feel unwell and their muscles and bones would feel cold.

Gai Nie has just broken through, and he has not yet fully controlled the aura of the realm, so from time to time, he will overflow the powerful aura. With his talent, he can perfectly stabilize the realm and control this power in at most three days.

Meng Tian clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Gai."

Gai Nie replied: "Gai was breaking through the realm earlier, and he couldn't control his aura for a while, which disturbed General Meng Tian. I'm really sorry."

Meng Tian congratulated and said: "Congratulations to Mr. Gai for making a further step in the realm of martial arts."

"Mr. Gai can step into the free realm at such an age and become one of the top masters in the Jianghu. It is really Meng Tian's only experience in his life. He is worthy of being a disciple of Guigu, which is admirable."

Gai Nie, Ying Zheng, and Meng Tian are all in their twenties, and there is little difference between them.

What's more interesting is that Meng Tian and Ying Zheng, a pair of monarchs and ministers, were born and died in the same year.

Gai Nie said indifferently: "General Meng Tian's praise, there are so many heroes in the world. Not to mention others, my junior brother Wei Zhuang is not inferior to me."

Meng Tian curiously said: "Mr. Gai, there is something puzzled in Meng Tian's mind, and it is not easy to ask the king. I wonder if Mr. Gai can solve the doubts in Meng Tian's mind."

"Oh!?" Gai Nie asked: "The thing that General Meng Tian is puzzled about is about that strange man who made the king take a chance on you?"

Meng Tian nodded and said, "Exactly."

"I don't know who this strange man is?"

Holding the sword in his right hand, Gai Nie walked forward, raised his head and said, "He is indeed a strange man."

"Not only is this person not inferior to me in swordsmanship, but his profound strategy is even more admirable."

Meng Tian asked again: "Who is he?"

Gai Nie said word by word: "Li, Chang, Qing!"

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"Ah"

Somewhere in the Leng Palace, Li Changqing sneezed, rubbed his nose, and joked to himself: "I hope it's Yemu who speaks ill of me, and it's better not to cover me up."

"The last time we competed in a high-rise building in the south of the city, he gave me a word: Xiao Zhuang, brother Changqing is not inferior to you and me."

Li Changqing smiled to himself, and said: "Then the battle of Zilanxuan was seriously injured and passed out."

Whoosh!
Glimpse in the green shirt, passed the cold palace, and went straight to the backyard of the palace.

The royal palace of a country is naturally very large, with hundreds of main halls, side halls, various houses, and countless courtyards and alleys. If it were not for the map prepared by Honglian in advance, Li Changqing might not be able to find the target at all.

"arrive!"

With the breeze blowing, Li Changqing floated down gently, and stood outside the door of a bedroom. The two maids holding lamps saw the figure flashing in front of them, and their pupils shrank subconsciously.

Bang bang twice, Li Changqing tapped the acupuncture points with his fingers, and before the two maids had time to see clearly who was coming, they were tapped on the sleeping acupuncture points and fell into a deep sleep.

Li Changqing laughed softly in his heart: "Sure enough, the guards are tight, and these two women are both at the seventh rank of martial arts."

At the moment of pressing the acupuncture points, Li Changqing felt the rebound of his true energy, but this kind of rebound was nothing to him, and it was not worth mentioning.

However, this also proves the extraordinaryness of the Chao Banshee. Two maids of the seventh rank of martial arts are used to guard the gate of the bedroom. I am afraid that Han Wangan does not have this treatment.

With a creak, the bedroom door was gently pushed open.

It is late at night, the night is quiet, and it is the time when people are asleep.

Li Changqing entered the sleeping hall, walked towards the couch under the incense tent, touched his nose, and said in his heart: "I never imagined that I, Li Changqing, would one day be a gentleman on the beam."

The whole bedroom is filled with fragrant fragrance, which is refreshing and refreshing, as if all troubles are thrown away after coming to this place.

Li Changqing's footsteps are very light, to be precise, there is no footsteps at all when he walks, his lightness skill "Spirit Crane Method" has long been accomplished.

In today's world, there are hundreds of schools of thought, and there is absolutely no second person's light ability to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

Unless Baifeng, who created Phoenix Dance and Six Illusions more than ten years later, and Bandit Zhi, who created Lightning God Walking more than ten years later, their speed at their peak may be comparable to Li Changqing now.

But it's just the current Li Changqing, ten years later, Li Changqing's speed and agility will be even more terrifying.

Li Changqing lightly reached out with his right hand, the mosquito net was lifted, and a look of astonishment appeared in his eyes. This was the first time he saw Mrs. Mingzhu face-to-face with Chao Banshee.

This woman's appearance is truly overwhelming.

A woman who is all over the country and the city is sleeping soundly, which is a great temptation for any man.

Li Changqing couldn't help looking at the woman in front of him, taking a panoramic view of her graceful sleeping posture.

Suddenly, an idea came to Li Changqing's mind.