On the second day of the second lunar month, the dragon raises its head, avoid using swords and weapons, there are spring thunders and continuous spring rains.
On the official road next to a dense forest on the border of South Korea, a simple and upright carriage was galloping on the official road. Four elite riders wearing black armor and bronze masks were leading the way, followed by six elite riders. The carriage was imprisoned.
Keep it in the center.
Boom...
Suddenly, a thunder sounded, silver-white electric light illuminated the dim sky and earth, and dozens of arrows with cold light shot out from the dense forest. The sharp sound of breaking through the air was completely drowned out by the thunder, the sound of rain, and the sound of horse hooves.
Covered up, no signs were revealed.
Uh huh huh...
Muffled grunts sounded one after another, and each cold arrow seemed to have grown eyes and turned on the navigation system. It penetrated the necks of ten black-armored knights from the side with incomparable accuracy. There was no time to scream, and they just plopped.
They fell off their horses and landed on the cold, muddy ground, turning into lifeless, lifeless corpses.
Call!
The driver who was driving the carriage was shocked. He quickly used all his strength to control the horse to stop. He pulled out the sword from his waist with his right hand and looked ahead with an extremely solemn expression...
I don't know when dozens of figures appeared in front of me. Each of these people was wearing black clothes embroidered with spider webs, wearing bamboo hats, and holding long swords with cold light. They all had a gloomy and murderous aura.
steaming.
"Young Master is in danger, run away, I'll delay it!"
The coachman quickly stood up, blocked the opening of the carriage, and shouted anxiously.
"run?"
"Since the enemy has set up such a formation, he must have set up a dragnet around him. Where can he escape?"
Before he finished speaking, the curtain of the carriage door was opened, and a young man wearing a black brocade robe with gold edges walked out of the carriage. The young man looked about eight or nine years old. Although he was young, his face was upright and handsome, showing that he was vigorous.
Heroic and heroic.
"Master, run quickly, don't give up, there is still a chance of survival if you run, but if you stay here, you will only die!"
The driver's face was full of anxiety, but the young man ignored him. He calmly looked forward with his hands behind his back and said in a deep voice: "Who is the leader of the killers in the trap, come forward!"
"Haha, as expected of Master Cheng Qiao, whom the king loves and respects very much. He is still so calm even when he is about to die. I admire him, I admire him!"
The Snare Killer was separated from the middle. A tall man wearing a bronze mask, holding a strange long sword, and exuding a strange and gloomy aura walked forward from the crowd while talking.
"I am the son of the Qin Kingdom. How can I be a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death?"
"This sword..."
"Are you the sun hiding in the net?"
There was a trace of surprise on Cheng Qiao's face, but it disappeared in an instant, and he said expressionlessly.
"Young Master is really well-informed. That's right, I am hiding the sun."
"Did my brother ask you to kill me, or did Lu Buwei ask you to kill me?"
"Why should a dead man know so much?"
"It seems that this question is difficult to answer, so can you tell me how you know the whereabouts of my master?"
"My master secretly divided into two groups, and you actually let go of the large force and intercepted me accurately..."
"A dragnet that penetrates all holes!"
Zhan Ri said something coldly. As soon as he finished speaking, the coachman suddenly stood up and put the cold sword on Cheng Qiao's neck. The door curtain of the carriage was opened again, revealing a fifteen or sixteen-year-old man with a pure face.
, a girl in a snow-white dress came out, holding a dagger in her hand, with a very calm expression and no trace of panic.
When Cheng Qiao saw this, he naturally understood everything. He smiled miserably and said, "It turns out that they are both trappers. No wonder..."
"If the young master didn't have a special status, how could I have the leisure to say so much..."
"How about it, can you die in peace now?"
Haha... Isn't it just a show off mentality? It is precisely because of my special status that I need to be proud of myself, as if I have so much kindness...
Cheng Qiao cursed in his heart, but said: "It's not even close. It's so cruel to die in the hands of traitors. How can we rest in peace?"
"I heard that the Eight Swords of the King of Yue are famous weapons in the world. If you die under such a famous weapon, it will not be considered as an insult to my identity!"
"You can do it yourself and be more neat."
After saying that, Cheng Qiao closed his eyes.
Zhanri thought about it for a while and felt that what Cheng Qiao said made sense. Everything was under control anyway, and Zhanri Sword would be sharper after drinking the blood of a young master. Blood also has a quality difference.
How can the blood of princes be compared with that of the head of Guizhou?
"good!"
After hearing Zhenri's words, the coachman and the girl tacitly moved to the edge of the carriage, with indifferent expressions on their faces.
The figure covering the sun flickered and disappeared from the spot. The figure rose into the air, stepped on the horse's head, and mercilessly stabbed Cheng Qiao's left chest with a sword. Time seemed to slow down at this moment.
Just when the tip of the sword was about to touch his body, Cheng Qiao's eyes suddenly opened. Golden light emerged from his left eye, and thunder light shone from his right eye. In an instant, his body was first covered by a layer of blue-white thunder light, and then was covered by a deep layer of lightning. Covered in golden light.
Ding!
The sharp tip of the Hiding Sun Sword thrust forward and a sharp sound of gold and iron was heard. Hiding Sun's face changed drastically under the bronze mask. He secretly thought that if he said no, he would use all his strength to activate the sword energy, but the reaction was too late after all.
A slight difference is a thousand miles, just a little bit slower, and your destiny will completely change.
Thunder net!
Blue-white thunder and lightning suddenly erupted like a volcanic eruption. With Chengqiao as the center, the entire body was covered by violent and domineering thunder and lightning. The thunder and lightning tore the air and made a frightening sizzling sound. The sun, the coachman, and the girl were all Thunder and lightning shrouded...
Ah, ah!
Two shrill screams rang out. The faces of the coachman and the girl suddenly distorted, numbness and pain intertwined. They fell to the cold and muddy ground under the carriage, twitching all over, foaming at the mouth, and their eyes turned white.
Zhi Ri's strength was infinitely stronger than that of the coachman and the girl. He didn't scream in pain, but he was suddenly attacked by a master whose strength was not inferior to him. The pain was not light. His facial features were almost squeezed together under the bronze mask. In the end, The important thing is that the powerful paralysis effect brought by lightning makes it unable to move for a short time!
Bang!
Zhan Ri's body fell heavily on the carriage deck. Cheng Qiao stepped on Zhan Ri's chest with his right foot, grabbed the Zhan Ri sword and put it against his throat.
The relationship between hunter and prey is instantly reversed!
After the incident settled, the other snare killers recovered from their extreme shock and hurriedly rushed out.
"Stop, do you want him to die?"
Cheng Qiao seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and stretched his right arm forward slightly. Blood droplets bloomed from the throat of Bi Ri. There was a boom and thunder, and the lightning illuminated the world. A dozen or so killers suddenly stopped, bathed in the cold air. In the heavy rain, I didn't dare to move at all.
Zhiri's status in the net is very special. In the original work, he has great autonomy, which is not comparable to other Tianzi first-class killers. He is less like Zhao Gao's subordinate and more like a collaborator, and his origin is very mysterious.
The snare has a long history, and the hidden sun may be the descendant or inheritor of the founder of the snare.
Hey, it really works. In that case, don’t use it.
"Get out of the way!"
This chapter has been completed!