Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

The autumn wind blows, and the huge palace square is dead silent.

With a bang, the eight-foot gang knife in Ji Wuye's hand was split into two, the gap was smooth and smooth, and half of the heavy blade fell to the ground, and the clanging sound spread to every corner.

Ji Wuye leaned forward, knelt on the ground suddenly with both knees, held the knife in both hands, half of the knife remained on the ground to maintain his balance, opened his mouth, his throat was hoarse, and his breath was like a spring.

"Heaven, Flying Immortals Outside the Sky"

"I, Ji Wuye, has been a soldier, and I have been a soldier all my life. The strongest blade in Korea, unexpectedly, died under your sword."

Ji Wuye said intermittently: "Li Changqing, you, you..."

With a chirping sound, Ji Wuye raised his head, and a flower of blood bloomed in the throat.

At the same time, Ji Wuye suddenly opened his mouth, and with a 'poof' sound, he spurted blood to the sky.

The warm sun is shining brightly, and the autumn wind is getting cooler.

Half of Ji Wuye's red battle robe flew around, holding half of the eight-foot gang knife stationed there, the picture was ink and wash, the sky and the earth paled, and the picture of vomiting blood on his back to the sky, and blood blooming from his throat was frozen.

Ji Wuye vomited blood, the blood spattered three feet, his head drooped, and he lost his breath.

He was kneeling on both knees, he was leaning on a broken knife in both hands, his head was hanging down, and blood was flowing from his seven orifices and throat.

Li Changqing stepped forward step by step, the tip of the sword dripped drop by drop of dark red blood, and his green shirt was stained with blood, some of which belonged to him, but most of them belonged to Ji Wuye.

Every person who walks in the rivers and lakes will have scars all over his body. He has fought hundreds of times, big and small. How could he kill the enemy unscathed every time?

It is true that the strong step on the enemy's corpse to become stronger step by step, but their victory has not paid a price.

Soon, Li Changqing walked to Ji Wuye's side and swung the Feihong Sword.

Swish!
With a chirping sound, blood spattered and heads were thrown away.

Li Changqing held the sword in his right hand, raised his head in his left hand, and murmured in a low voice: "My fellow villagers, your revenge has been avenged!"

The complexion of the two thousand black-armored powerhouses changed in shock, showing despair.

"The general is dead, dead!?"

"The general was killed by him."

"What, what should we do?"

"..."

Ji Wuye was the only belief and the only god of the black armored force, but now, the god in their hearts fell before him and was beheaded.

Ji Wuye, the great general of South Korea, the strongest general in South Korea for a hundred years, this person can be called a strong man in the world of martial arts, a veteran top player that is rare in the world.

Ji Wuye, the head of the night, the most powerful person in Korea, his name itself represents a legend.

Now, Li Changqing ended this legend with his own hands, ended the strongest warrior in Korea in a century, and became a new legend.

Han Fei didn't get out of the style of that sword for a long time, and murmured in a daze: "After today, the name of Li Changqing, the sword fairy, will resound throughout the Central Plains and throughout the Seven Kingdoms."

Zhang Liang was in a trance, as if his mind was still replaying the previous sword, and whispered: "From today, he is the strongest person in Korea."

Honglian echoed, "And his sword is the strongest sword in Korea."

On a certain distant palace wall, it took a long time for Parrot to recover, her beautiful eyes were still shocking, unbelievable.

Li Changqing's demeanor, Li Changqing's demeanor of this sword, she is destined to never forget in this life, the demeanor of this sword and Li Changqing's demeanor are destined to be deeply imprinted in her heart.

Any swordsman who sees such a sword will be left with an indelible mark on the heart of the sword.

The banshee's almost perfect face was dull, and she whispered in a low voice: "We, what kind of person are we fighting against?"

"Is there really anyone in this world who can defeat him?"

A hundred steps away, Concubine Yan turned and left, and Da Si Ming followed suit.

Concubine Yan let out a long breath, her beautiful eyes were deep, and she played back the previous sword over and over again in her mind, playing back the extremely brilliant and extremely bright sword.

She tried to deduce the flaws of "Flying Immortal Beyond the Sky", trying to find a solution, the yin and yang qi in her body turned to the extreme, and astrology in her mind frantically deduced.

however……

In less than ten breaths, Concubine Yan's qi mechanism began to become disordered, her true qi flowed against her, and her graceful and beautiful face suddenly turned pale, her lips parted and she spit out blood.

"Master Dongjun." Da Si Ming immediately helped Concubine Yan with a concerned expression.

Concubine Yan shook her head one after another, her self-confidence and her pride were greatly impacted, and she murmured one after another: "It can't be broken, it can't be broken."

"I can't break his sword."

On another palace wall, two beautiful figures stood against the wind, one in red and one in purple.

Yan Lingji and Zi Nu stood on the palace wall, the two women were obsessed with beautiful eyes, Li Changqing's demeanor, Li Changqing's strength, and the brilliance of the sword 'Flying Immortal Beyond the Sky'.

After a long time, Yan Lingji's beautiful eyes were like waves, and she smiled softly: "Fortunately, Wei Zhuang came in time, so we didn't miss Changqing's last sword."

"It would be a pity if I missed it."

When Zi Nu heard this, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yes, what a pity I missed Li Changqing."

"Changqing, he likes Jianghu very much."

Zi Nu smiled and said: "There is Li Changqing in the world, the world is happy, and he is also happy!"

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Royal Palace, Piazza

Li Changqing walked, he was not walking fast, his blue shirt was stained with blood, flying in the wind, his temples were swaying like black ink, his handsome face was slightly pale.

Everyone could see that his true qi had been greatly damaged, but his eyes were still extremely sharp, and the sword qi emanating from the Feihong sword in his hand was still icy cold.

Li Changqing walked to the sapphire sword case, and the Feihong sword returned to its sheath, and the scabbard was still in the sword case. The moment the sword returned to the sheath, the sapphire sword case clicked... the green light was restrained, and it turned into a sword case.

Afterwards, Li Changqing waved his right hand, put the sapphire sword box on his back, and held Ji Wuye's head in his left hand, walked away step by step, and left the palace directly.

Everyone looked at him and watched him walk away.

As long as they looked at Li Changqing, they would no longer have any thoughts, no thoughts in their minds.

They can only watch, and can only watch.

Everyone watched Li Changqing walk away, away, out of the palace.

When he came, he wore a green shirt and a sword box.

When I went there, I wore a green shirt, a sword box, a human head, and a legend.

Bang bang, bang bang...

Suddenly, the ground of the palace shook wildly, and the palace shook in all directions. The sound of shouts, horseshoes, and weapons came from every corner.

Wei Zhuang took the lead, entered from the south gate, raided the rear of the black armored army, and said loudly: "Jinggongqinwang."

"Conspirator, kill without mercy."

The [-] garrison troops rushed to attack the four walls of the palace. They chased and killed the imperial guards and armored guards all the way. They shouted in unison: "Those who conspire against will be killed without mercy."

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Seeing this, Han Wangan breathed a sigh of relief: "Phew, it's finally over."

He is still the king of Han, he is still the monarch of this country, and he is the only and supreme king of Korea.

Many "secrets" hidden in this rebellion are destined to be known only by him, the king.

Han Wangan didn't know, he thought only he knew, and it was all in Li Changqing's scheme.All he thought was what he thought.

What followed was a massacre, a one-sided massacre.

The black-armored army and the imperial guards fell one after another, lying in a pool of blood.

The rebellion was declared over, and many people only saw Ji Wuye's rebellion, only saw the chaos in the palace, only saw Wei Zhuang coming to King Qin in time, and only saw the extremely brilliant Yitianwaifeixian.

They didn't know that Li Changqing's strategy was as amazing, as brilliant, and as bright as the "Flying Immortal" he stabbed.

Li Changqing planned step by step, counting people's hearts, and various forces led him into the game. Yue Tianze, Black Crow and White Phoenix, Lei Kuang...

From the forces of the rivers and lakes, the generals in the army, the sons of the Warring States Period, Guigu Zongheng, and the kings of the three countries, they all voluntarily, or involuntarily, or entered the game without knowing it.

In the end, Li Changqing got the situation he wanted—Ji Wuye was desperate and launched an army to seek rebellion.

In the end, Li Changqing ended the chess game with his own hands and made a lore.

At this moment, Li Changqing had already walked out of the palace, and the system's long-lost prompt sounded in his mind.

Sword Dao Inheritance System: "Ding Dong, the host has fully comprehended the inheritance of 'Flying Immortals Beyond the Sky', and now unlocks the next character who inherits the Sword Dao."

"Ding, the next kendo inheritor is—"