Qin Dynasty Sword Demon

The aura lingering around him is as calm as a deep pool, exceptionally ordinary, not like Prince Dan of the Yan Kingdom with a prominent background.

There is a faint mist of water from the fragrant tea, and the fragrance is far away and clear. He sniffs the fragrance of the tea floating out, as if the tea is not for drinking, but for smelling. Appreciating the tangy fragrance, brewing a special artistic conception .

Yan Dan didn't move at all, and he couldn't see the slightest movement. If he wasn't full of anger, others might think he was dead...  

Maintaining a posture of concentration, after several hours, he finally reacted, raised his hands, palms facing outwards, the silent breath around him suddenly boiled, and everything in the room was shaking.

His internal strength is already at the top of the rivers and lakes, probably no worse than the Black Swordsman.

As the prince of a country, even though Yan Dan had no worries about food and clothing and lived a good life since he was a child, he still maintained a high sense of crisis, especially in this era when the Qin State was powerful and the Six Kingdoms were in decline.

He himself is quite clear that if the Yan State continues to rot, it is bound to be destroyed by the Qin State.

His father is unreliable. He can only rely on himself. He has been working hard for these years, demanding himself strictly, and finally sat on the position of Mohist giant.

But it was far from enough, what he had to face was that terrifying man --- Qin Wang Yingzheng!

"Ying Zheng, one day, I will have the qualifications to fight you head-on, just wait!" Yan Dan calmed down, her eyes shining brightly.

But what he was talking about was not defeating Yingzheng, but rather having the qualifications to fight head-on with him. It can be seen how much shadow Yingzheng cast on him.

He stood up, shook his head, seemed to notice something, smiled helplessly, then walked to the door and looked into the distance.

In that direction, someone came in 2.1 steps, with a sword on his back and a sword on his waist. The speed was neither fast nor slow, and every step was the same distance.

"Are you here? The sword demon Li Jing who was recently hailed as the number one swordsman in the world---"

"Is it as powerful as the rumors!"

"Being famous, you shouldn't be weak. I just hope that you are stronger than I think, stronger than the world thinks. There are countless strong people in the world. The number one swordsman in the world is just a boring title. Too many people have just brought it. This hat, you will be killed in the next moment. How long will you last without dying?"

"Let me see how powerful you are. It is said that you are younger than me. It is hard to imagine that you have such a great reputation."

Yan Dan was talking to himself, and the slightly worried face smiled, and it became brighter. .Talk about 520 free novel reading_www.shuoshuo520.com

Text Chapter 79 Pursuing Transformation

On the winding stone path, the sky was gloomy and there was still a trace of rain.

In this hazy misty rain, Li Jing didn't open an umbrella, and was dressed in chic white clothes. He walked towards the place he knew, and walked slowly without being disturbed.

Misty rain didn't seem to affect him in the slightest, as if he was walking under the afternoon sun with a calm demeanor.

soon.

Li Jing had already arrived at the door of Yan Dan's residence, and stopped to look.

Standing in front of him were a few burly men, exuding fierce aura, one could tell just by feeling that they had obviously just come down from the battlefield, even without the clothes and weapons of soldiers of the Yan Kingdom, they were just dressed in ordinary clothes, holding a bronze sharp sword Still full of warrior style.

These people should be the guards here, Yan Dan's subordinates.

When he came here, the men guarding the door set their eyes on him, and immediately saw that this young man was extraordinary.

The footsteps full of wonderful charm, if you walk in the air, you can't hear the sound of footsteps in the rain, and you also wear two swords, one on the waist and one on the back, heavy and strange.

He is a swordsman in the rivers and lakes, and he definitely has good skills.

Especially the gorgeous purple hair made them suddenly feel something, but they didn't know what it was that flashed by. They subconsciously felt that the young man in front of them was extremely dangerous. Generally there is nothing wrong with it.

Before Li Jing went up to ask, one of them stepped forward first, bowed his hands respectfully, and said, "Dare to ask this young hero, why are you here?"

"Well, I'm here to find your master."

In the drizzle, Li Jing smiled, and his gentle voice echoed in the wind and rain. It was gentle and refined, and it couldn't make people feel bad, but it made them tense up instantly.

Who is their master?Prince Yan---Yandan!

Yandan's status is very important to the Yan Kingdom. After all, he is the successor of a country, the future king, and has a lot of entanglements, and every move can be regarded as a state affair.However, this person came in a bad way, because in the past when someone came to find their master, the master would notify in advance, but this time they didn't know at all.

Without much thought, they all drew their swords, their murderous intent was unrestrained, and all of them were warriors of hundreds of battles, one as good as ten.

But they were not enough for Li Jing. With just one sword strike, these people would spurt blood in an instant, and fell to the ground waiting for the end of their lives.

But he didn't make a move, still smiling flatly, looking through them, looking into the distance, as if he could see every plant and tree inside through the wall.

"Who is it? What are you looking for from my master?!" The first man on the left, who was exceptionally strong, held the hilt of his sword tightly with his right hand, with an extremely cautious expression on his face. With his pure awareness of death, maybe his body will be split in the next moment.

But a scholar who died for his confidant, was selected among thousands of troops, and was highly valued by Prince Dan, so why couldn't he die for him?

But for some reason, facing the white-clothed young man in front of him, he couldn't lift the sword, his back was dripping with cold sweat, and his mind was in a trance. The other party's smile made him shudder, and he almost lost the courage to fight.

"Who am I? Your master didn't tell you this? It seems that he wants to borrow your heads to test how sharp my sword is."

"Sigh, I'm sorry for your utter loyalty, but you became victims." Li Jing sighed with a trace of pity in his eyes.

"Don't slander my master!"

"Hmph! Don't say that my master didn't abandon us, so what if he really did?! We have already given this life to the master and let him use it!"

All the guards were furious, and all pointed their swords at him, apparently resisting the pressure he gave.

"Prince Pill is worthy of being a Prince Pill, and he has a good servant." Li Jing felt silently, facing a row of shining swords, walked forward and said, "I'm not in the mood to wait for your master to come out, let me go in by myself now." , remember not to block the way."

The manic killing intent crushed away like mountains and seas, and the guards who blocked him carried it hard, refusing to retreat.

"Kill!" They roared like they were on the battlefield, charging forward solemnly and resolutely.

"Courage is commendable, but if you are too weak, let them all fall down."