Upon hearing that His Majesty the Emperor was still alive, all the blood of the Qin army seemed to be re-injected with motivation.
That figure who was almost a god had an extremely high status in their hearts.
Their originally lowered heads were all raised, and their dim eyes glowed brightly.
The weapons in their hands were held tightly, but the Qin troops in the center were still hesitant. They would never have such hesitation while the First Emperor was alive.
But the chariot in the center was shattered, and the figure who appeared to be wearing a dragon robe was reduced to a pulp, and all the soldiers in the center could clearly see it.
The hammer weighing a full 120 kilograms still stands in the center of the car, full of intimidation.
They have experienced many wars and all know that no one can survive being hit head-on by such a terrible weapon.
And at this time, everyone heard a majestic voice: "When will the Iron Hoof of Great Qin hesitate to move forward? Who can make the Iron Hoof of Great Qin hesitate?"
Qin Jun's eyes lit up, extremely bright, like the same sun rising from their eyes.
As the escort of Qin Shihuang Ying Zheng, the Qin army was extremely familiar with Ying Zheng's voice. Hearing such a voice, the leading general even burst into tears.
He looked up to the sky and roared: "How can you say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. When the king raised an army, he repaired my sword and spear, and I share the same hatred with you."
Thousands of Qin troops roared at the same time: "How can you say that you have no clothes? You are in the same boat as Zi.
"The king raised his army, repaired my spear and halberd, and worked with me together.
"How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same clothes with you..."
The originally low morale became unstoppable. The Qin army rushed towards Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang without fear of death. They were not greedy for life, not afraid of death, and not for military exploits.
Just to protect that supreme person, for that person, they are willing to give everything.
"The courage of an ordinary man!"
Wei Zhuang snorted coldly and raised the shark tooth in his hand. Zhao Gao's pupils shrank and he cried in his heart.
Didn't he know that Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang were exhausted, and as long as he took the opportunity to step forward, he might be able to kill one of them in one fell swoop.
But as his status became higher and higher, the blood and courage in his heart became less and less.
"Judging from the strategist's swordsmanship, the most I can do is kill him with one sword strike, and I will most likely be seriously injured."
"Guiguzi Zongheng constantly criticizes him. He seems to be a life-and-death enemy, but the real situation is puzzling. The intertwined grievances between Zongjian and Hengjian are difficult for ordinary people to understand."
"Once I kill one of them, the other will definitely take the opportunity to recover his energy. I, who was seriously injured at that time, will never survive..."
In a short period of time, I have gone through countless thoughts, but in the final analysis, I am more and more afraid of death after being in a high position, and I don't want my current enjoyment to be in vain.
Zhao Gao did not move forward, but just made a defensive gesture.
Wei Zhuang burst out like a sword of magma and hit his head.
"How could it be? How could it be so light? It's not good..."
It was not as terrifying as he imagined. Zhao Gao hit the shark tooth sword with all his strength, but it felt empty and weak.
The shark's teeth that he originally regarded as a formidable enemy were empty, but Wei Zhuang had already used the power of his blow to float up high and exit the encirclement before the army and the encirclement.
Wei Zhuang, who had always been domineering and terrifying, actually chose to retreat on his own initiative. Zhao Gao frowned and relaxed a little for no reason.
If possible, he would not want to fight with any of the most powerful figures in the world.
"No! There are enemies and assassins!"
Before Zhao Gao could let go of his breath, he saw an extremely swift figure passing by Wei Zhuang.
Wei Zhuang's retreat just blocked his sight. When the figure appeared in Zhao Gao's field of vision, it was no more than one foot away from him.
And that distance of one foot is just a breath for that mysterious figure.
"The Lightning God Walks, you are the Saint of Thieves!"
When Zhao Gao's old strength was gone and new strength was yet to emerge, the inverted figure pierced Zhao Gao's chest with a sword at an unparalleled speed.
Faced with such a desperate situation, Zhao Gaochu became calm and calmed down. He took a deep breath of Qi, squeezed the seal with his hand, and concentrated all his internal energy on one point. He didn't care about the open middle door at all, and punched Tang Xuanming directly in the chest.
At the moment of life and death, his internal energy boiled, and he struck the most powerful blow in his life.
He dared to confirm that no one in the world could withstand his move.
If this mysterious assassin insists on piercing his chest with a sword, there is no doubt that he will die, but his desperate punch cannot be blocked by this assassin.
Zhao Gao dared to confirm that no one in the world could remain intact under such a blow from him. A person as powerful as Ge Nie would have his heart veins broken and vomit blood and die under his blow.
This is a plan to encircle Wei and save Zhao. Either the assassin gives up the sword, or the two of them die here together.
No one who is forced into a desperate situation lacks the courage to die together, and Zhao Gao believes that no assassin will choose to die with him because it is not worthwhile.
The death of a world-famous assassin and a minion of Ying Zheng will only make the world laugh at him, but he will not gain any reputation.
He knew these people in the world so well that at this time of life and death, the corners of his mouth even curved.
"you……"
Zhao Gao looked at the hilt of the Black Eyebrow Sword on his chest in shock. This ancient sword without an edge penetrated his chest.
"Why, you didn't expect that?"
Tang Xuanming's mouth was bleeding, and a clear palm print was left on his chest. Zhao Gao's hand was still printed on it.
The meridians in his body felt like being cut with a knife. Zhao Gao, knowing that he was bound to die, poured all his internal energy into Tang Xuanming's body without any scruples.
The crazy impact of two different internal forces. If it weren't for his strong body, Tang Xuanming would have exploded and died.
This was different from the teachings of the Mohist giant. The internal force filled with evil thoughts kept tearing at his tendons and acupoints, trying to tear apart the wide canals one after another, causing Tang Xuanming's death by severing his tendons.
"Aren't you a thief? You are an envoy of God!"
"you know too much."
The Black Eyebrow Sword in Tang Xuanming's hand shook, and Zhao Gao was thrown high into the air like a piece of garbage. This man who had mastered the dragnet and would even stir up troubles in the world in the future fell to the ground like a weed.
His heart was penetrated and he had no strength to live anymore, but his eyes were full of unwillingness.
As blood spurted out, he still said in disbelief: "Why aren't you dead?"
Tang Xuanming was destined not to answer his question. All his energy was focused on the carriage in front of him. The six well-trained war horses remained undisturbed despite several battles that had shaken up the world. They snorted and spat on the spot.
The hot air released formed clouds of white mist on the tips of their noses.
And behind them, a slender white hand stretched out from under the originally closed curtain of the carriage.
A tall and thin young man wearing a black dragon robe walked out of it, with the Tianwen number one on tomorrow's ranking pinned to his waist.
For no reason, Tang Xuanming thought that it was natural for this sword to be hung on his waist. It seems that the best sword in the world should be on this man's waist.