Reflect the world

Chapter 107

There was a large hole in the chest that was translucent from front to back, and dark red blood flowed all over the ground. Zhao Gao, who was about to die, still stared at a pair of eyes.

His eyes were rolled up, more white than black, like a dying fish.

The most powerful man on the land who stepped out of the carriage didn't even look at him.

This made Zhao Gao laugh nervously. His face was already pale, and his blood-red clothes were completely dyed red. With the crooked high hat on his head, he didn't look like someone who was about to perform on stage. The magician is more like a clown with a strong appearance.

"It's all a joke!"

He spit out these words nervously, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he slammed his right hand weakly on the dirt, a black spider slowly crawled out from his sleeve, stepped on Zhao Gao's gushing blood, vaguely had the desire to swallow it. The sound sounded, and the black spider's abdomen gradually turned blood red.

"You want to kill me? Being able to kill me in front of me has already proved your strength. You are qualified to be my guard."

Ying Zheng pressed Tian Wen on his waist, not at all afraid of facing death, but wanted to call Tang Xuanming for safety.

The assembled troops are all frantically gathering here, they have completed the siege, and are slowly approaching here, stronger than Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang, it is impossible to get out of Qin Shihuang's most elite guards.

The killing situation has been formed.

"I once heard a saying that when a man is angry, his blood will splatter five steps; when a king is angry, his blood will flow for thousands of miles."

"It's my home game now, let's see which one of us has blood spattered five steps."

The ink eyebrows seemed to have completely turned into a mass of thick ink, and as Tang Xuanming's internal force circulated, there seemed to be a spider web weaving on his chest.

The internal energy belonging to Zhao Gao was soft and long, as if a spider had been driven into Tang Xuanming's body, and that spider was constantly toasting and spinning its web.

It's like tying up a huge prey, about to devour the prey.

But Tang Xuanming didn't care about it, and pointed his long sword obliquely at the ground. He had practiced countless times by the seaside, and he used the sword that became instinctive.

It was as if there was a roaring sea in the body, and the internal force gushed out crazily, which was more crazy than any cohesion of internal force.

He could faintly hear the whistling of the waves, as if he was carrying an ocean behind him.

The continuous spider web in his body was instantly broken, wrapping the black spider together, and blending into the boundless waves.

"It looks like you chose to die."

This battle seems to have passed for a long time, but in fact everything happened in a short moment.

Gai Nie Weizhuang opened a bloody road, and the Six Swordsmen were seriously injured by them. Then there was a confrontation between Weizhuang and Zhao Gao, and they used their strength to retreat. Tang Xuanming took advantage of Zhao Gao's old strength. With a full blow, Gao killed the black spider that was hiding behind the scenes and was the master of the net.

Six Swordsmen chose to be a little confused when Zhao Gao died. When Yingzheng encountered a crisis, he still hesitated and did not intend to die for the empire.

And the cold gaze of the eighteen princes sitting in the four-horse carriage was another reason why Six Swordsmen held back.

The Eighteenth Prince didn't want the Six Sword Slaves to save the man with the most prestige in the empire, so none of the Tianzihao killers and Dizihao killers lurking in the shadows appeared.

Tang Xuanming, who had the most mysterious status in the world, and Ying Zheng, who had the highest status in the world, looked directly at each other.

Ying Zheng VS Tang Xuanming!
God Envoy VS Zulong!

This duel is destined to be circulated in the rivers and lakes for countless years, and even history books cannot bypass it.

Tang Xuanming rehearsed countless times, and just handed out the lore sword with all the internal energy in his body.

Indistinctly, a black dragon flashed between the sky and the earth, it was Ge Nie's Hundred-Step Flying Sword.

And everyone felt a biting chill, which was Gao Jianli's rustling wind and Yishui Hanhan.

The lightning divine walk from the Pirate Saint instantly bridged the ten-foot distance between Tang Xuanming and Ying Zheng.

A sword of infinite power was just handed out like this. Facing such a lore sword, this emperor of the ages did not dodge or evade, and the way to deal with it was completely beyond Tang Xuanming's expectations.

Tianwen, the No. 1 famous sword in the list, had already been unsheathed before Tang Xuanming saw it. In this moment of life and death, the No.[-] sword in the world actually broke through his defense. Tang Xuanming's left chest pierced through, pierced his chest.

"Ying Zheng is actually a top martial arts master. No wonder Jing Ke missed it back then. Even without court guards, you are not afraid of Jing Ke."

The tip of Tian Wen's sword was dripping with blood, and the scarlet blood fell to the ground, forming one after another bewitching blood flowers.

Tang Xuanming is still alive now only because his body is extremely strong and his vitality is so strong that he can continue to live.

But now his vitality is like a water tank with a hole in the bottom, it is flowing out crazily, and it can't support him for a long time.

"It's a pity that you know it a little late."

Ying Zheng's cloud was calm and breezy, representing the power of the Mohist giant, the ink eyebrow sword stopped between his brows, but only touched his skin.

This matchup seems to be won by him.

"Oh, don't pretend to be a big clove of garlic. I don't need to touch your body with a sword with all my internal strength. The mighty sword energy has already entered your body. After saying this, it is your limit!"

Tang Xuanming laughed loudly, returned the sword to its sheath, stretched out an index finger and lightly tapped the center of Yingzheng's eyebrows, and this still young emperor of the ages burst into countless flesh and blood in front of him.

The sword that could break the waves was completely submerged into Ying Zheng's body, and no one in the world who received the sword could survive.

"Kill him, kill this empire rebel!"

Thousands of Qin soldiers frantically rushed to Tang Xuanming's side, intending to chop him into flesh with chaotic knives.

Tang Xuanming just looked at the bank of the Yellow River with a smile in his eyes. The Sword Saint Gai Nie was still lingering there and did not leave.

For Tang Xuanming, a lifesaver, he was unwilling to just give up.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, it's all over! Get out of here!"

Tang Xuanming looked up at the sky, the fastest general of the Qin army was already approaching him, the long sword in his hand was raised high, and he wanted to chop off the head of this traitor.

But the sword that was bound to be won was missed, and the general looked at the assassin in front of him in astonishment.

The assassin was slowly disappearing from head to toe, and a little bit of fluorescent light fluttered between the sky and the earth.

What his sword slashed seemed to be a cloud of shadows, and the war horse passed through Tang Xuanming's body without encountering any obstacles.

Gai Nie saw this miraculous scene even at the edge of the Yellow River, and took a deep look at Tang Xuanming who disappeared into countless light rains.

Jumping into the Yellow River and sinking into countless reeds, the Qin army lost all morale after Yingzheng's death, and no one chased and killed him.

At the bottom of the Yellow River, the huge Xuanwu was swimming slowly, Gai Nie turned over and entered, facing the surprised Mohist leader, said in a deep voice: "Yingzheng is dead."

(End of this chapter)