Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

There are four sides of the platform, and there are long ladders on all sides. Hundreds of trusted soldiers under Meng Tian's command poured in from all directions.

Sima Yufu beheaded one of Wang Ji's personal soldiers, swiped his long sword and said, "Wang Ji conspired against him and intends to assassinate the king. All officers and soldiers will follow me to kill the enemy and escort me."

"Kill the enemy escort."

A group of soldiers shouted loudly and rushed out one after another.

They are all Mengtian's personal soldiers, the elite of the Meng clan, the cards bestowed by Meng Wu, the head of the Meng clan, to the eldest son, and also the backbone to protect his son.

For a while, the remaining [-] or [-] soldiers of Wang Ji were surrounded.

Armored soldiers poured into the arena, the formation was compressed from all sides, and the space was gradually narrowed. Some of them drove and killed Wang Yu's personal soldiers, while the other part protected Ying Zheng and Li Si.

Gai Nie made a move, swinging the sword, swinging the sword, swinging the sword, the sword was powerful, the cold light was dazzling, the wrists, necks, waists and ribs of the four middle-rank warriors in front of him were bruised, and they died one after another.

At a certain moment, Ge Nie glanced back from the corner of his eye, jumped with both feet, and slid three feet to avoid the sneak attack of the enemy behind him.

Bang!
A pair of scorpion scissors fell, and with a bang, the wooden boards on the ground exploded, creating strong air waves.

Gai Nie frowned slightly, and said to himself, "Vice General Wang Ji, rank nine in martial arts."

At any rate, Wang Ji was the commander of the Great Qin Zuo Shu, armed with Pingyang heavy armor soldiers, who spent decades in the army, and was still a top master who almost entered the "freedom" in the past. It is not surprising that his deputy is the ninth rank of martial arts.

Lieutenant General Wang Jue slammed out with a low shout, and with both hands poked out, the scorpion cut out one left and one right, attacking Gai Nie's left and right waist at the same time.

Gai Nie's long sword blocked, and a pair of scorpion scissors kaka closed and imprisoned Gai Nie's long sword.

Lieutenant General Wang Wei wore a mask, slightly pursed the corners of his mouth, showing a smile, and said arrogantly: "The number one swordsman in the Great Qin Dynasty is nothing more than that."

"Really?!" Ge Nie pursed his thin lips lightly, his long sword was burning with true energy, and a strong air burst out, violently knocking back the opponent.

clang clang...

Gai Nie swung his sword to attack. His swordsmanship was simple and simple without the slightest fancy. Every sword was a perfect combination of strength, speed and accuracy.

Gai Nie's own strength is not weak, and he can be a powerful swordsman, but his fencing skills are more powerful than his strength, and the perfection of his sword skills conceals his great strength.

It's not that the strength is not strong, but that the sword skills are more impeccable.

For a while, Lieutenant Wang Ju retreated one after another, his defense was stretched, and he was completely at a disadvantage after just a few moves.

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On the other side, Wang Yu grabbed Meng Tian's iron spear, with a cold smile in his eyes, he pulled and pulled with both hands, letting Meng Tian throw it on the wooden ladder, and then chopped down the big axe.

Meng Tian kicked his feet and used the wooden ladder to slide seven or eight steps backwards and upwards. With his feet spread apart, the big ax fell in the air, the wooden ladder exploded, and sawdust flew.

Meng Tian's complexion changed, and Wang Ji hit him one after another.

bang bang bang...

Wang Ji was old and strong, and he swung a heavy axe with both hands. Where the ax fell, the wooden ladders shattered, the handrails were cut off, and the wooden ladders burst. He demolished most of the wooden ladders on the top of the platform in the blink of an eye.

"Drink!"

Wang Ji swung his big ax from bottom to top, and Meng Tian brandished his long spear to block in front of him.

Clang, the big ax collided with the refined iron spear.

Meng Tian held a long spear, and a huge force came from bottom to top. He used this force to fly backwards and downwards for a circle and land steadily.

"Ha!" Taking advantage of Meng Tian's still standing still, Wang Jue slashed down the big axe.

In this blow, Wang Jue jumped down from the sky and from the wooden ladder, one man and one ax erupted with the strongest blow, and with the powerful inertial blessing, the power was absolutely shocking.

Meng Tian's complexion changed, and the fine iron spear blocked it.

clang!
The long spear broke with a sound, the big axe slashed down and hit Meng Tian's shoulder, blood spattered, the blade of the big axe penetrated nearly two inches into the shoulder, and the inner strength penetrated into the body.

This blow by Wang Ji seriously injured Meng Tian.

"Ha ha…"

Wang Yu smiled coldly, and exerted force from right to left with both hands, cutting across Meng Tian's left shoulder, further aggravating the injury, and once again brought up scarlet blood.

Meng Tian's eyes lit up, between life and death, blessing to the soul, a killing move of the Jedi counterattack that his grandfather Meng Ao once used flashed in his mind.

At this moment, Meng Tian's body and mind became one, entering a wonderful state.

Meng Tian flicked his left foot to the right, and kicked the big ax in Wang Jue's hand with the method of "strike with strength". Then his body turned 270 degrees, and the broken spear tip in his right hand swung around, holding his left hand tightly.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Tian turned his back to Wang Jue, sealed Wang Jue's axe with his left foot, stabbed back with his left hand, and hit the carbine with a cold light on the tip of the spear.

This cold light flashed, unexpectedly, extremely fast, so fast that Wang Jue had no time to pull out the big axe, nor did he have time to dodge.

Chi!
The flesh and blood was pierced by the sharp blade, and a stream of blood spattered. Wang Ji's body froze, and the cold and triumphant smile gradually dissipated, replaced by consternation, unwillingness, and severe pain.

"Uh..." Wang Jue coughed up blood from the corner of his mouth, and lowered his head. His heart was pierced by the spear point, piercing through the armor and piercing his heart. His vitality was passing away, bit by bit.

"How, how could...?"

Meng Tian turned his back to Wang Ji, his black shirt fluttering, and the long spear in his left hand was thrown out one by one, spattering blood with it.

Wang Yu let out a pained snort, the ax fell, his body staggered back, his arms were hanging down weakly, and his body was weak sitting on the wooden ladder, his old face slanted like blood, his long hair like blood, and his blood-stained armor.

Ying Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, his face was calm, neither happy nor sad, he didn't seem to be happy because Meng Tian killed Wang Ji, nor was he happy because he escaped the murder.

In all directions, Meng Tian's personal soldiers completely surrounded and killed Wang Ji's personal soldiers.

On another battlefield, Gai Nie and Lieutenant General Wang Ju stood with their backs facing each other. Under the setting sun, Gai Nie's blue and white gown fluttered, his long hair swayed, and the dragon in his hand slowly returned to its sheath, saying softly:
"Thirteen Swords"

Lieutenant General Wang Ji, the ninth-rank martial artist, snorted in pain, with sword marks on his throat, and fell to the ground dead.

Thirteen swords, Gai Nie's thirteen swords killed a martial arts ninth rank.

In other words, Gai Nie can kill Lei Kuang, Bai Feng, and even Mo Crow with a dozen swords.The number one swordsman in the Qin Dynasty is indeed well-deserved.

setting sun, autumn wind, bleak
Wang Ji sat on the wooden ladder, his breath getting weaker and weaker.

Wang Jue looked around and shouted angrily, "Meng Tian, ​​you betrayed me!"

"Wang Jue, you are wrong. Everything I, Meng Tian, ​​has done is just the duty of a courtier."

Meng Tian picked up his sword, faced Ying Zheng, bowed with both hands: "Meng Tian pays homage to Your Majesty."

Ying Zheng was dressed in white, floating on the stage, and said calmly: "Meng Tian? Are you Meng Ao's...?"

Meng Tian clasped his fists and said, "Grandfather Meng Ao and my father Meng Wu were generals in the three dynasties of Qin Zhaoxiang King, Qin Xiaowen King and Qin Zhuangxiang King."

Ying Zheng nodded and said appreciatively, "Very well, your Meng family is indeed my Da Qin Zhonglie."

Meng Tian replied, "Your Majesty, you praise me absurdly."

Wang Yu frowned, and then his face changed, he said in surprise: "Your Majesty? Could it be...you, you already knew the true identity of Mr. Shang? How is this possible?"

"Who, who leaked the news?"

Wang Jue swept his eyes around and finally locked on to Li Si. Li Si was most likely to reveal Ying Zheng's identity to Meng Tian at the scene.

Li Si was stunned, it wasn't me!

Immediately, Li Si remembered Li Changqing's tricks and looked at Ying Zheng and Gai Nie.

Gai Nie said indifferently: "I revealed the true identity of the king to Meng Qianchang."

"Why?" Wang Jue's expression was astonished and puzzled.

"The entire barracks is full of mixed forces and many eye-catching eyes. How do you know that Meng Tian is trustworthy? How do you know that he is Meng Tian?"

Meng Tian has always been wearing a mask, and he uses it to show off to others on weekdays. Except for the soldiers around him and his superior, Wang Ji, no one else knows his true identity.

And, most importantly, why did they dare to trust Meng Tian and blew their identities! ?

Ying Zheng looked calm, and said slowly, "Because of one person."

"Who?" Wang Yu subconsciously asked.