Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

Yan Ling Ji's tender body was burning with flames, but she was unscathed. The beauty walked mysteriously, with a graceful posture, and the fire spirit hairpin in both hands turned into a red long sword.

His face was frosty, and his voice was as cold as a knife: "I want your life."

Ji Yihu was furious, swiped the tiger-headed saber, bullied himself and slashed out, slashed out with a sharp blade, the blade was shining brightly, and slashed at Yan Lingji, angrily shouted: "You alone are not qualified to kill me."

clang!
Yan Lingji has long swords in both hands, a long sword without a handle, the whole body is red and carries a domineering flame, the long swords in both hands are crossed to block, and the blades collide with each other.

The two of them struck with a powerful blow, their swords collided head-on, sparks sparked in the place where the blades intertwined, and a string of sparks suddenly appeared.

The corner of Yan Lingji's mouth was slightly pursed, and she waved her slender hand forward, shaking the long sword, knocking Ji Yihu back.

Holding knives in both hands, Ji Yihu stepped back, gliding with his feet close to the ground for about ten feet, and then aroused his true energy. He had just entered the ninth-rank cultivation base and burst out with all his strength, golden armor, golden true energy, and golden sword light.

Yan Lingji's beautiful eyes glanced faintly, and she jumped forward, slashing down with her long swords one after another.

The longer she followed Li Changqing, she saw more and more top-notch swordsmanship. Occasionally, she received a few words from Li Changqing, and her swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds.

Yan Lingji's swordsmanship is no longer what it used to be.

Motivated by Vulcan's anger, Ji Yanling wields two swords, the sword is fierce, with scorching flames, exquisite swordsmanship, powerful true energy, and accurate prediction, suppressing Ji Yihu in all directions.

Wei Zhuang looked at this scene with surprise in his eyes, but after thinking of Li Changqing, he immediately felt relieved.

Yan Lingji followed Li Changqing for two or three months, and her strength has improved so much, which is both unexpected and reasonable.

Wei Zhuang swung his long sword, held the sword in both hands, his aura was fully opened, and a strong air flow swept away. It has been five or six months since Li Changqing first met him, and his one foot of white hair is getting longer and longer .

A head of white hair, one foot three inches, the hair turban was shaken off, the long white hair overflowed in all directions, the long hair on both sides was flying in the sea, holding the shark-toothed demon sword, infinitely close to the self-sufficiency state, and the aura exploded.

At this moment, Wei Zhuang is more and more imposing in the Dacheng period, and the evil and domineering figure of the master of the reverse flow sand in the Qin Shi series can be vaguely seen.

"Drink!"

Wei Zhuang jumped out, his figure flashed, and the shark-toothed sword burst out with sword lights. Wherever he passed, the black-armored troops fell down one after another. Long spears, short spears, iron armor, iron knives, any weapons encountered shark-toothed sword lights, All were cut off.

The clang of the weapon broke, and strands of blood spattered.

Holding the sword in his right hand, Wei Zhuang stabbed in the opposite direction, and the person who raised the black knife on the right back was killed. This is a commander of the seventh rank of martial arts, and the way of death is the same as that of ordinary soldiers.

The commander's eyes were terrified, and the black knife in front of him broke with a crash, splitting into two, and the gap was smooth and even.

The moment Wei Zhuang held the sword and stabbed in the opposite direction, a cold light flashed, cut his knife open, and then the tip of the sword cut into his heart.

The corner of his mouth pursed, Wei Zhuang drew his sword, bringing up a stream of blood.

With a wave of the long sword, Wei Zhuang said coldly, "Not one will be left behind."

Lei Kuang shouted: "Kill!"

Wielding a gigantic epee, Lei Kuang practiced Kuangjian Jue under the guidance of Li Changqing, which made him one of the top swordsmanship. In addition, he has strong energy and blood and profound background, so he can be called a veteran master among the first-class in the world.

Lei Kuang roared output, and the black iron giant sword swept across, each and every black armored force flew upside down like fallen leaves, and the moment they landed, they lost their vitality like fallen leaves.

The eighteen masters of the Kuangfengmen, eighteen of the sixth rank, and eighteen epees all followed Lei Kuang, turned into the strongest blades, and cut deep into the black-armored strong team, opening the way for hundreds of disciples behind.

In just one hundred breaths, Lei Kuang and the others had already pierced through the black-armored force once, leaving behind two or three hundred corpses.

Of the 800 black-armored troops, less than [-] survived, and less than [-] were able to fight.

"kill!"

The two teams fought together, roaring loudly, swords and swords flickering, raging flames soared into the sky, and the fire ignited the entire hill, illuminating a radius of hundreds of meters.

The crowd was led by Wei Zhuang, Lei Kuang, Mo Ya, Bai Feng, Liu Feng and others were the second echelon, third echelon, and fourth echelon... The strength was so strong that the black armored team was defeated one after another.

A commander-in-chief shouted: "Young general, retreat quickly, retreat quickly."

Ji Yihu received Yan Lingji's sword, and the tip of the sword pierced his cheek, bringing up a stream of blood, and the long sword flew away from his helmet. He took advantage of the momentum and rolled back twice, retreating, and shouted: "Gather to me, break through."

Yan Lingji has a graceful figure, Piandie comes, and Huo Ling's hairpin turns into a hidden weapon, flying across the sky, killing Ji Yihu's vitals, and said coldly: "None of you can leave!"

Ji Yihu's complexion changed, and he swung his knife to shake the hidden weapon.

clang clang...

He blocked all three fire spirit hairpins, but the fourth one was not blocked. It penetrated half of the armor and pierced the body surface, and there was the sound of a sharp blade piercing through flesh and blood.

"Ugh!" In Ji Yihu's body, the domineering flames of true energy flowed against his veins, making his face flushed, and he spit out blood in one gulp.

Yan Lingji turned into an afterimage, tyrannical true energy, domineering flames, and scarlet sword energy, all three erupted at the same time, with flame runes flashing between her brows, she shouted coquettishly, "Vulcan's anger."

boom!
The beauty turned into a Vulcan and descended from the sky. The red swords in both hands merged into a huge long sword. The long sword cut out from the height and pierced the night sky.

Swish!
One foot of sword energy, one sword falls.

Ji Yihu stared angrily, roared loudly, held the long knife with both hands, and raised the golden tiger-head knife horizontally to block, and shouted: "I will never..."

clang!
There was such a moment of darkness in the world, and at the moment of darkness, a red sword light cut vertically; at the moment of cutting, there was a clanging sound and sparks.

Immediately after, there was a muffled groan, and a streak of blood.

The black-armored force was almost stunned, dumbfounded. They saw Ji Yihu knelt on his knees, maintaining a horizontal knife-blocking posture with both hands, but the knife had been broken in half.

Ji Yihu's eyes widened, and he was extremely unwilling and deeply unwilling. Blood grooves opened in a straight line between his brows, nose tip, throat, and lower abdomen, and he fell dead on the spot.

When Ji Yihu fell down, he didn't die in peace, but faintly uttered the last word: "...death."

When he was alive, he was the son of Ji Wuye, the future general of South Korea, and the future master of the night.

When he was alive, he was a 22-year-old martial arts ninth rank, and he would definitely be a top master in the future; young, healthy, with a bright future, and unlimited achievements in the future.

He also wants to marry Honglian, so that the family can become a public clan.

He also wanted to teach Li Changqing a lesson himself, and he had even thought about it in his mind: thinking about the happy scene where he trampled Li Changqing under his feet time and time again.

However, he died.

Before he died, he didn't even see Li Changqing.

He died, at the hands of a beautiful, beautiful woman. If possible, he would really like to have this woman.

However, he died, and this beautiful woman should be one of Li Changqing's women.

When Ji Yihu died, his eyes reflected fire. When he was dying, his heart was full of jealousy and unwillingness.

Flame Lingji's tender body dissipated the flames, and the red long sword in her jade hand turned into a fire spirit's hairpin. Three feet in front of her, Ji Yihu fell down, with no signs of life.

With a flash of Wei Zhuang's figure, he slashed out with a sword, the shark-tooth demon sword flashed coldly, and another commander was instantly killed by him.

Wei Zhuang pointed his sword in all directions, and said coldly: "Kill!"

Lei Kuang: "Kill"

Black Crow: "Kill"

Bai Feng: "Kill"

Liu Feng: "Kill"

Countless disciples shouted: "Kill, kill, kill!"

The black armor is a strong team, and no piece of armor is left behind.

A quarter of an hour later, at nightfall, corpses flowed across the hills.

Everyone stood against the wind, and almost everyone was covered with scarves and blood.

Mo Ya and Bai Feng stood around Wei Zhuang, their black and white clothes were also stained with bright red blood.

However, Mo Ya laughed, and Bai Feng also laughed.

They seemed to be doing something right, something they'd always wanted to do but were afraid to do.

This feeling is beyond words.

Wei Zhuang's cloak fluttered behind him, his long hair stood facing the wind, and he held a sword in both hands. The tip of the shark-toothed sword penetrated an inch into the ground.

"Next, it's time to collect the second net."