The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

The towering city walls, coupled with the lack of any resistance from the king of Chu, created a huge hole above the ground.

Shattered!

The blood gradually flowed out, dyed the ground red, and soaked Xiang Yan's heart!

The people around were in an uproar, and immediately surrounded him. On the street in the distance, there was the sound of hurried footsteps.

A team of Marquis Wu, patrolling the city, was rushing towards this direction.

"You actually refused to fulfill this old man until you died!"

Xiang Yan gritted her teeth tightly, words almost squeezed out from between her teeth.

The few strong men not far away were also full of astonishment, and they stood still, not knowing what to do.

"Get out, get out!"

Marquis Wu of Xuncheng soon came to the city. When he saw that the person who fell to his death was wearing Chu style clothing, his face suddenly showed disdain.

"You see, even the people of Chu State have no confidence in Chu State. In the past few days, there have been many such things!"

"A few days ago, I saw that a few wealthy businessmen from the state of Chu hanged themselves at home. They really deserve it, bah!"

The common people talked a lot, but they didn't know what the identity of the person in the pool of blood was.

The captain of Marquis Wu held his nose and said in a low voice: "It's gone, there's nothing to see, but it's just Chu people!"

The people immediately dispersed in a rush, as if they were delighted, and there was more talk tonight.

Xiang Yan on the top of the city, after looking at it for a long time, suddenly turned around.

Several strong men hurriedly said: "General!"

Xiang Yan didn't look back, she still walked down the city on her own, leaving only a faint sentence.

"Go home and prepare for war!"

Several strong men looked at each other, hesitant, but immediately followed Xiang Yan's footsteps.

After half an hour!

Above and below the city, there was nothing left, and even the ground had already been swept clean.

But above the main hall of Xianyang Palace, there was an extra corpse.

Ying Zheng looked at the corpse in front of him covered by a straw mat, and he didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

He slowly lowered his body, and gently lifted the straw mat, revealing a face that was both unfamiliar and familiar to him.

Li Si, who was on the side, closed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "My lord, that's the way it is. This news came from the National Teacher's Mansion, so there's nothing wrong with it..."

Hearing Li Si's words, Ying Zheng gently covered the straw mat again, took a deep breath, and walked back to the dragon chair.

After a long time, Ying Zheng took a deep breath and said, "Bury it, the imperial tomb will be repaired soon, let him always be by my side in the future..."

Li Si bowed with a complicated face and said, "Here!"

Chapter 290: Pure Junjue, Chisongzi Fallen (1/3)

A pebble, falling into the calm lake water, will have layers of ripples.

However, when a boulder falls into the lake, it is not as simple as ripples, but a huge wave!

Qin State sent 40 troops to attack Chu State!

This news caused an uproar in the whole world.

What was it that caused Ying Zheng to insist on attacking Chu State regardless of the upcoming enthronement ceremony?

Perhaps, for this reason, only Ying Zheng and Xiang Yan know...

The state of Chu, who heard the news, did not panic. Under the restraint of Xiang Yan, Lord Wu'an of the state of Chu, the army of the state of Chu advanced slowly towards the border in an orderly manner.

The armies of both sides began a fierce confrontation at the border.

Qin and Chu, the two most powerful countries, finally collided together!

King Jian of Wu'an of the Qin State personally led the army, led by the 20 former army, and confronted the [-] Chu army of Xiang Yan, the Lord of Wu'an of the Chu State.

In this battle, the sun and the moon have no light!

Both sides are world-renowned generals, and the record of either one is enough to stand out from the crowd.

In the first confrontation, both sides suffered heavy casualties.

History is made up of blood and dead bones. In a battlefield of tens of thousands of people, any conspiracy will be turned into nothingness. Only strength is the truth!

Of course, the Taiyi Mountain, which is thousands of miles away, will not know everything that happens in the world.

They didn't know that King Chu had died quietly, and they didn't even know that King Qin had postponed his enthronement ceremony for many days.

......

In front of the thatched cottage!

A group of Taoist disciples suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness when they saw the fierce battle in front of them.

This man is too strong...

Chi Songzi panted heavily, and a bit of despair flashed across his old face.

His left arm was limp and limp, and the blood hole on his chest made him feel heart-piercing pain every time he took a breath. His white hair, which had been combed meticulously, was now scattered randomly, and the sword in his hand was already full of blood. gap...

"It's a pity that it's a famous sword!"

Looking at the Chisongzi in front of him, Han Chen's gaze was as calm as before, and with a 'clang' sound, the Canhong sword in his hand flipped over and fell directly into the scabbard.

Chi Songzi held the Chun Jun sword in his right hand, and was about to say something when he heard a whine of 'click'.

Chun Jun sword, broken!

"puff..."

Chisongzi spat out a mouthful of blood, and he collapsed powerlessly on the ground. As the second person of Taoism, he was already more than seventy years old, and he was defeated!

"Bei Mingzi, your disciple is about to die at the hands of Han, don't you want to show up and take a look?" Han Chen said lightly.

None of the people around dared to step forward.

Chisongzi, who was covered in bruises and bruises, and Han Chen, who was fluttering in white and imposing, brought them enormous psychological pressure.

They dare not go forward, because they know that whoever dares to go forward first will surely die!

After waiting for a while, there was no movement in the hut.

Han Chen chuckled lightly and said, "Chisongzi, have you seen it? This is your master, and this is No.1 of Taoism!"

The faces of the surrounding Taoist disciples all sank.

Chi Songzi looked at the quiet thatched hut, laughed bitterly, and said, "Chongxin, what a Confucian sage, really extraordinary, old man, take it!"

tata tao...

Han Chen walked forward slowly, every step he took was like stepping on the hearts of those Taoist disciples.

He walked up to Chisongzi, looked down, and said: "In this world, no one can threaten Han. From the moment you kidnap a disciple of Renzong, you will be regarded as someone who will die under my sword. bb) Enlightenment!"

Chi Songzi couldn't help but move backwards, wanting to move backwards, but the severe pain in his body made him unable to move even half an inch.

Han Chen slowly bent down, and took the broken sword from Chi Songzi's hand.

Putting it in his hand and looking at it, his fingers lightly brushed the broken sword blade, and he said to himself: "Chunjun was made by Ou Yezi, the original of this sword is still there, it will not be difficult to recast it in the future, a Bring a famous sword with a stronger handle!"

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Chisongzi again.

"It's just that before recasting a new sword, you must let it drink its blood, otherwise, it will inevitably leave your Taoist foul breath behind!"

puff!

The broken sword suddenly disappeared in Han Chen's hand.

The disciples of the Taoist school only felt a flash in front of their eyes, and the broken sword had already appeared in Chisongzi's heart.

Chi Songzi slowly lowered his head, looked at the hilt of the sword in his heart in disbelief, raised his hand, and wanted to pull it out, but he tried his best, but he couldn't pull it out.

"Master!!"

Chi Songzi raised his head to the sky and shouted loudly, then fell heavily to the ground.

The breath is not exhausted, the heart is dead!

"Master, what are you planning..."

Chisongzi's complexion was ashen, and the vitality in his eyes, like flowing water, quickly disappeared.

Finally, the vitality is gone!

Died!

Looking at Chisongzi who had lost his breath, Han Chen shook his head and said, "It's not just the people of the world who are deceived, you big Taoist, why are you not just a plaything in the hands of Bei Mingzi and Donghuangtai!"

After speaking, he raised his hand.

groan!

A sword chant sounded so low that it was almost imperceptible, and the broken sword that was originally stuck in Chisongzi's heart flew back into Han Chen's hand.

A handful of blood splattered on Chisongzi's face, mixed with the mud on the ground, making him look even more miserable.

"Bei Mingzi, who do you think will be the next person?"

Turning around, looking at the still peaceful hut, Han Chen's face gradually turned cold.

The surrounding Taoist disciples all looked at him in fear, and many of them retreated unconsciously.

However, there was still no movement in the hut.

"Using the way of the other, but also giving it to the other body, the method of the master is still so frightening!"

Chapter 290: The Eastern Emperor Arrives, The So-Called Longevity (2/3)

Led by two Taoist disciples, Donghuang Taiyi slowly walked towards Han Chen.

Behind him, Xinghun and Luna, one on the left and one on the right, did not lose a single step.