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Chapter 51

"To show sincerity, and to help you think better..."

"Chi!"

Wei Zhuang's tone was calm and soft, but the shark's teeth chopped down in an instant. A Mohist disciple who had become a prisoner did not even scream, but fell to the ground. A smear of blood spattered, and Lao Gao flew up in the air.

The body fell to the ground weakly, and the eyes that were originally full of aura gradually dimmed. The dark red blood flowed far along the gaps on the floor of the Mo family, filling the gaps bit by bit, as if performing an ancient sacrifice.

Sacrifice ceremony.

"don't want!"

"Weizhuang, I will kill you!"

"I am inseparable from you."



There was a sound of exclamation in the Ink Core Secret Room, and then it turned into the sound of gnashing teeth, low curses and roars.

Tang Xuanming, who was still in the passage, paused and seemed a little silent. Based on the words of everyone before and after him, he already understood everything that happened at the scene and knew that the Mo family was about to face the most severe challenge.

The eight hundred Qin soldiers have never been the focus of the Mohist family's response, and uniting the Mohist family with Gong Shuqiu, who has a huge hatred, is not the dominant factor in everything.

The real enemy of the Mohists is Wei Zhuang and Wei Zhuang's Liusha Organization.

If they are not defeated, even if Qin's heavy armored troops are completely wiped out, the Mohists will still face extremely huge dangers.

"Where are Xiao Gao, Xue Nu, Gai Nie and others?"

Taking a deep breath, Tang Xuanming spoke again.

"They are gathering towards the central hall. If necessary, they can reach the central hall through a special passage immediately."

Master Ben's words were rapid and rapid, like a barrage of firecrackers.

Tang Xuanming handled the crisis in the government city twice perfectly. Apart from taking risks and fighting the invading Qin team, everything about the current Mohist giant was perfect.

The senior Mohists present were also willing to listen to his suggestions.

"Can Gao Jianli, Xue Nu, and Gai Nie hear my voice?"

"Yes, they also have bronze pipes around them and can communicate with you directly."

"Then let them wait for a moment while I straighten my thoughts."

"good!"

There was darkness in the passage, only Tang Xuanming's eyes were shining brightly.

He had seen Ge Nie kill three hundred fully armed cavalry of Qin State with a single sword, and he was fascinated by such peerless grace.

If possible, he would like to meet Wei Zhuang, a contemporary legendary figure. The two legendary figures of the Guigu faction who learned vertical swordsmanship and horizontal swordsmanship could not travel among the six countries and use their strategies to destabilize the world.

But they reached the pinnacle of this era in another direction and became the most outstanding swordsmen.

The fateful showdown between the two of them is inevitable, and it is very likely that it will happen next in the central hall of the Mo family.

This kind of duel is a supreme feast for any swordsman. Tang Xuanming has not been a swordsman for a long time, but just thinking about it makes his blood boil. He can't wait to appear in the central hall of the Mo family and compete with Wei Zhuang.

A showdown that will make you famous.

Of course, he knew clearly that now he couldn't even take Wei Zhuang's sword, so he could only think about it in his heart.

"It won't be too far away. The swordsman who stirred up the world will be the swordsman with a hundred steps flying sword. If everything goes well, I will also have the qualifications to stir up the world."

"Juzi, it's been taken care of."

Master Ben's voice inevitably had a hint of urgency, and the sand on the hourglass in the central hall was still draining rapidly, leaving little time for everyone.

A group of Mohist disciples all knelt on the ground. The Qin heavy-armored soldiers, who were staring at them with eager eyes, had cold and cold eyes. They might swing the killing sword at any time and chop off the heads of the Mohist disciples.

"Okay, let's transfer the voice to the central hall first. I want to talk to Wei Zhuang."

"Ah...ok!"

Master Ban was stunned at first, and the Mo family disciples who were looking at each other in Mo He's secret room were also stunned. However, several consecutive successes allowed Tang Xuanming's sentence to accumulate a lot of majesty. Even though they did not understand the request, they still carried it out.

.

"alright!"

The gears of the mechanism rotated, and the bronze tubes were switched one after another, connecting from the secret passage where Tang Xuanming was to the central hall.

"Ahem..."

The sudden sound made Wei Zhuang raise his eyebrows. He didn't expect that it was Tang Xuanming who was auditioning the sound. After all, the microphone still had to be tried to determine whether it could be used.

"This is the Mohist family laying bronze pipes in the mountain. Sound will spread easily through them. I think they plan to communicate with us."

Gongshu Qiu explained on the side, and Tang Xuanming's voice, who was sure that he could talk, rang in Wei Zhuang's ears.

"Weizhuang?"

"Who are you?"

When Wei Zhuang's deep, rich, masculine voice reached Tang Xuanming's ears, Tang Xuanming couldn't help but feel a little nervous. This was one of the most outstanding descendants of Guigu, and a top swordsman who was on par with Gai Nie.

"I am a messenger of gods, even a god. The gap between him and me is unimaginable."

He used this method to calm himself down quickly, and said in a calm tone as much as possible: "How about we have a competition?"

"Oh, what kind of competition? I've always been interested in competitions."

Wei Zhuang asked with great interest, but his face was cold.

"Why would Lord Juzi communicate with Wei Zhuang, a lackey of the Qin State?"

Big Hammer looked puzzled.

Master Ban and Master Xu were thoughtful, but they were not sure about Tang Xuanming's specific thoughts, so they were still waiting and watching.

Tang Xuanming knocked on the wall twice with one hand, with a special rhythm.

Master Ban's expression changed, but he still ordered the Mohist disciples around him to turn the mechanism.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The rotation of gears and the sound of walls opening and closing made the group of Qin soldiers following Wei Zhuang retreat on guard. This was a truth they had practiced with their lives.

Every time this sound sounded, it meant that someone among them was going to die.

"What do you mean?"

Wei Zhuang raised his eyebrows. Above his head, the ceiling was gradually opening.

"You will soon understand."

"Bang bang bang!"

A group of dead Qin soldiers fell from above and piled up a small pile on the ground. There were dozens of fully armed Qin soldiers, but they were all corpses now, without the terrifying power they had in the past.

Gongshu Qiu looked at them carefully and added: "They all died under the trap. There are no traces of direct confrontation."

"Are you provocative?"

Wei Zhuang frowned. The Qin army beside him had already raised his sword, intending to chop down the captured disciples of the Mo family to restore his majesty.

"What do you want to do?"

"Don't you want our brothers to live? This is completely a provocation."

"Why do you do this?"

The Mohist disciples in the Mohe secret room looked at each other in confusion. Everyone was nervous and could not understand what Tang Xuanming did.

"Did he deliberately want to kill the Mo family?"

A fat disciple of the Mo family roared angrily, his eyes bloodshot.


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