The splashed blood drops fell on the dead leaves and fell.
A long sword with a simple style was inserted into the man's back, and blood spattered wildly.
The breeze came slowly, and a pungent smell of blood spread in the courtyard.
Staring at the chessboard, the prince seemed not to notice, his eyes as bright as stars never moved away from the chessboard.
"Master Fusu!" A hoarse voice sounded from behind the path of the quiet path, and a figure appeared like a ghost, a young man.
This man was dressed in white clothes, holding a folding fan in his hand. There was a heroic spirit between his brows, his long, enchanting purple hair was floating behind him, and his face was extremely cold.
The young man in white stared coldly at the figure in the courtyard, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes: "There are no restrictions, and he doesn't even cover his own aura!"
"Master Fusu, sometimes I admire your courage!"
The hoarse voice sounded extremely harsh. The young man in white stepped out. Every time he took a step, a layer of frost immediately appeared under his feet.
"He is the young master Fusu, how can he hide his head and show his tail like a young man?"
Another cold voice sounded from behind the secluded path, and a middle-aged man walked out, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a short sword that looked like a dagger hanging from his waist.
The moment the middle-aged man took a step forward, bursts of howling ghosts and wolf howls suddenly sounded from heaven to earth, and even some evil ghosts and resentful spirits appeared behind the middle-aged man.
This is a warrior who slaughters the world, with countless blood on his hands.
The middle-aged man strode towards him, but his eagle eyes rested on the figure in the courtyard, and his sharp gaze gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression.
The young man in white did not turn around, but waved the feather fan in his hand and chuckled: "Zhuan Zhu, I haven't seen him for thousands of years!"
"One thousand and sixty years!" the middle-aged man said with an indifferent expression: "I didn't expect to meet you on such an occasion, let alone that today you and I would join forces to assassinate the same target!"
"Oh, it is an honor for me, Nie Zheng, to be able to cooperate with the notorious Zhuanzhu of Tiangang!"
There was a bright light in the eyes of the young man in white, which was like the light cast by sunlight on the ice.
"Notorious?" The middle-aged man paused, his eyes slightly tilted, staring at the harmless young man in front of him, and said calmly: "When it comes to notoriety, I, Zhuanzhu, are not as good as you, Nie Zheng!"
"You and I are the same!" The young man in white smiled. He was less than a few feet away from the courtyard, but did not move forward, but stood motionless. "Are you leaving?"
Shrugging casually, the middle-aged man said calmly: "You can't detect his aura, how can I detect it?"
"I've kept you two waiting!" A cold voice sounded in vain between the two. The young man in white and the middle-aged man looked at the corpse on the ground.
Bang bang! The dead soldier of Black Ice Platform who was lying on the ground actually stood up again. An extremely powerful aura stirred under the black robe. Click, click, and the long sword inserted into the back of the man in black robe broke into pieces.
Under the black robe, cold light flashes!
Seeing this scene, the young man in white and the middle-aged man were not surprised at all.
Shaking the feather fan in his hand, the young man in white shook his head one after another and said: "Brother Kailai, it seems that you abandoned that body again last time!"
"Hmm!" A cold voice came from under the black robe. The dead soldier's body had obviously changed hands.
"Is he the target this time?" The man who was called to leave looked at the courtyard with cold eyes.
"Master Fusu. A person who was supposed to die has appeared again!"
"This person is not simple!" The young man in white rarely suppressed the smile on his lips and said in a solemn tone.
"How can it be so simple for someone who can break the pattern of Tiangang and lead to the current chaotic situation!" Yao Li said gloomily, with waves of cold light flickering under his black robe.
"Everyone has arrived, let's start taking action!" the middle-aged man said calmly, his big, crystal-like jade hand already pressed down on the dagger at his waist. The sharp sword energy lingered on the hilt, as if it was unsheathed.
The sword energy burst out like a mountain torrent.
"Yes!" The young man in white nodded, and his long sword, as thin as a needle, suddenly tore open the feather fan in his hand, exposing it to the air.
Three waves of monstrous murderous intent pervaded these three people, like a violent storm, and enveloped the courtyard.
Boom boom! The fence erected outside the courtyard swayed, and finally couldn't bear the three cold murderous intentions, and suddenly turned into ashes.
Plop! The rotten old tree fell to the ground, and sawdust flew in the courtyard.
At this moment, the prince's right hand, which was uncertain about the chess game, clicked like lightning, and the white pieces with dim light landed lightly on the chess board. There were bursts of wild shouts from the whole chess game: "Jiujiao Lao Qin, together.
Go to national disaster!"
The sound was earth-shattering, and a majestic momentum rose up to meet the monstrous murderous intent. Waves of space ripples appeared in the sky above the courtyard.
After the move, a relieved smile appeared on the prince's face, "Success or failure depends on this move!"
Turning around, the prince looked at the three people outside the courtyard with a calm expression. When he saw the messy courtyard, his eyebrows frowned slightly and he said helplessly: "Although you are guests from afar, you don't have the awareness to treat yourselves as guests!"
"Young Master, you haven't entertained us yet, so naturally we have to say hello to you, otherwise it would seem that we don't understand etiquette." The young man in white said with a half-smile.
"Nie Zheng is a man from Zhi Shen Well. He kills people to avoid revenge. He is like his mother and sister, and his job is slaughter!" The prince took a step forward and looked at the young man in white. "Nie Zheng, the famous assassin of Tiangang, I am
I am actually lucky enough to be your assassination target!"
After saying this, the prince looked slightly to the middle-aged man and continued: "Fish Gut Sword, I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see this sword with my own eyes today!"
Seeing the calm look on the prince's face, the middle-aged man felt an uneasy feeling in his heart, and said coldly: "Today, you are lucky enough to fall under this sword!"
"Really?" The prince smiled and pursed his lips in a nice curve: "We want to leave. When you assassinated Qing Ji in the past, you said that it is not benevolent for my wife to serve his king; it is not righteous to kill the son of the old king for the sake of the new king.
, I am ashamed of all the people in the world to show up again today, tsk tsk!”
Listening to the prince's slightly sarcastic words, the black robe stirred up, and endless murderous aura filled the air under the black robe, accompanied by a cold and cold voice: "Shuzi is arrogant, everyone in the world knows this because I want to stay away from you the most.
You actually mentioned the things you wanted to mention in front of me. Originally, I just wanted to kill you with one sword, but now, I changed my mind. I will let you experience the most painful death in the world!"
Bang bang! The previously extremely blue sky was now filled with lightning and thunder, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and there were strange phenomena, just because of Kaori's anger.
Looking up at the vision in the sky, the prince said calmly: "In the past, my father once said that when Zhuan Zhu stabs the king's officials, comets hit the moon; when Nie Zheng stabs the puppets of Han, a white rainbow pierces the sun; when you want to leave, you stab Qing Ji.
, the warehouse eagle struck on the palace. These three sons were all men in commoners, and they were still angry, so they descended from the sky. It turned out to be like this when I saw it today. Since ancient times, no men in commoners had successfully assassinated the emperor, and they were considered dead.
Jing Ke, one of the four great assassins of Tiangang, did the same thing when he assassinated my emperor in the past!"
"It's a pity. If Jing Ke hadn't fallen at the hands of the Five Dynasties, the four great assassins of Tiangang would have gathered here today and it would have become a grand event if word spread." The prince said with a little pity.
"A man of common people!" The young man in white said with a half-smile, "Although we are not men of common people, you may not be the emperor, sir. The emperor of Qin is Hu Hai now!"
"Really?" the prince said calmly, raising his slender sword finger and pointing at the gloomy sky, "Why, Emperor, it's not you who have the final say, but me, the Great Qin Cavalry, who has the final say!"
Having said this, the prince said with some waning interest: "I will be playing chess in a while, you guys go ahead and do it!"
The long hair fell down, and the breeze blew, blowing the long hair on the prince's forehead, revealing a pair of eyes that were as bright as stars. There was a murderous intention in the dark eyes, and everyone felt that in the prince's voice.
Silk's extremely forbearing murderous intent.
"Shuzi is arrogant, I thought you were winning the government!" Yaoli snorted coldly, his body suddenly moved, and he was like a ghost, and he flew straight towards the prince.
The overwhelming murderous intent roared towards him, but the prince's face did not change color: "I am the son of Ying Zheng!"