Yifang's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened and he murmured softly, "Huh? These two people..."
The battle between Six-fingered Black Man and Lu Goujian has gone beyond the meaning of an ordinary battle. As a disciple of the Mohist school, his lifelong realm is based on the understanding of the Mohist theory. Now the two of them coincidentally are focusing on themselves in the battle of internal strength.
spirit and understanding of the doctrine. If this fight goes to the end, the most likely outcome is that both sides will be injured, and both will be seriously injured.
Ji and Qi naturally knew that the battle between the two men was going forward with no retreat, and there was no possibility of reconciliation.
"It seems that the difficulty of this mission has been greatly reduced."
"What a pity for the two top masters in this arena."
What Luo Sheng didn't know was that on the other side far away from them, there was also a group of people with the same purpose.
"The six-fingered black man is indeed a prey worth killing." The voice was cold and low, and there was no other aura in it. His white hair was flying in the wind, his shark's teeth clenched the ground, and he pressed his sword with both hands. It was Gui Gu Weizhuang.
"Haha, you did the work yourself. It seems that the price I gave you is too low." A chuckle came from the side. This man covered his face with a bamboo hat and a black robe, and he dared to stand parallel to Wei Zhuang.
Wei Zhuang felt the duel between the two masters in the distance, and his fighting spirit was slowly rising. He snorted coldly: "I like killing such a strong man."
The man in black robe nodded, looked at the battlefield in the distance, and said casually: "As long as you like it, after today, your name will be even more famous."
"Humph, fame? Only the weak care. You have always been responsible for the so-called fame. Isn't that the reason why the Yan Kingdom has fallen to where it is now? Prince Yan Dan."
Hearing Wei Zhuang announce his real name, Yan Dan had no reaction and just stared into the distance in silence.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Wei Zhuang sneered and continued: "Ask Quicksand to kill the Six-fingered Black Man and blame Zhao Mo. Yan Mo's disciples will be able to share the same hatred with the enemy and let you drive them into the bloody pit of resisting Zhao."
It's a pity that even if the Mo family is included, Yan State will not be Zhao State's opponent. Everything you do is in vain."
Yan Dan raised his head, lifted up his bamboo hat and showed his face, smiling slightly, "It's in vain, then you and I should understand each other more easily. It was the same in Korea back then."
"South Korea, the Kingdom of Yan~" Wei Zhuang chewed the two terms with disdain, and gradually tightened his grip on the sword, "There are many ignorant and high-ranking people in this world, and destroying the country is their own stupid move.
The price is high.”
"As Hengjian Weizhuang of the Guigu sect, did your ambition disappear with the destruction of South Korea?" Yan Dan followed up and asked Weizhuang, feeling that his attitude was wrong, he paused and asked again, "Han Wangfei,
Where are you now?"
"King Han? The country is gone, but you still miss the king?"
"If anyone has the wisdom to stop the current Qin State, I believe it is only Han Fei."
"Brother, he has long been tired of the affairs of the world. Prince Yan should not think about him anymore." came the charming and enchanting tone, which seemed to be able to penetrate into people's hearts. Hong Lian held the knife and walked to Wei Zhuang.
I opened Yandan.
Yan Dan consciously saluted and said, "Your Highness Honglian."
"Princess Red Lotus died on the day Korea was destroyed. She is now known as Red Flame Red Lotus by people in the world."
Honglian held the red lotus knife that Lu Yan gave to Wei Zhuang. The flames flashed in his eyes, and the strong momentum made Yan Dan frown.
The original domineering sword skills were not suitable for a woman like Hongren, but she found a new way to master the unique skill of integrating the flames into the blade. The flames released by the Daguren Slash wrapped around the blade, and ordinary weapons would be broken at a touch, let alone the human body.
Over the years, her martial arts have become increasingly refined under the guidance of Wei Zhuang, and she has already made her name in the world. Although she is not yet a Dacheng, with the sword in her hand, she can compete with Dacheng.
"It turns out that both Han Wangfei and His Highness Honglian have forgotten their homeland. It was Dan who made a mistake." Yan Dan felt that Honglian's attitude towards him was not friendly, so he immediately clasped his fists and said goodbye, "The goal is left to Liusha, Dan.
I won’t bother you anymore and I’ll see you later.”
Honglian's cold eyes stared at him as he walked away, and then she looked at the man next to her, "Zhuang, it's not an exaggeration for Yan Dan to call the Six-fingered Black Man a teacher, but he actually asked us to kill him. This man is really a
A cruel hypocrite.”
"Gentleman~" Wei Zhuang's voice was still cold and low, but no longer threatening. He stared at the sky and murmured, "There really is such a person in this world."
Honglian asked curiously: "Huh? Is there really a gentleman in this world?"
"Humph, he is the original owner of the weapon in your hand."
"This one in my hand... Lu Yan, the national advisor of the Qin State." She frowned with her handsome eyebrows, and asked with many doubts in her heart, "But from what I have heard, the Qin State's wars of invading other countries in recent years,
It’s all what he advocates, how can he still be called a gentleman?”
Over the past few years, as more and more of Lu Yan's books were circulated around the world, Wei Zhuang naturally read them all. From the books, he could see the new world that Lu Yan wanted to build.
"Evaluating a person now depends on your position. A hundred years from now, countless mediocre people in this world will only be ignored by history, but his name will be deeply engraved."
Honglian could see the heavy uneasiness he felt when he mentioned Lu Yan. This was not his attitude towards a friend. She asked tentatively, "Are you and him really friends?"
The brief and subtle time spent with friends in Korea came to mind. He took his hands off the hilt of the shark-tooth sword and held it in his left hand. "The so-called friend is just a person who binds you for a period of time, whether it's emotional or emotional."
Ties, whether ties of interests, will fade with the passage of time. Friends are no longer friends, and enemies are not necessarily enemies. Changes in people's hearts, changes in the current situation, understanding and grasping, this is Zongheng."
"Zongheng...?"
"You haven't practiced enough." Wei Zhuang said and took steps forward, the ring belonging to the head of the Guigu Sect in his hand shining brightly.
"..." Honglian was silent and hurried to follow.
In the distance, the battle between Lu Goujian and Six-fingered Black Man is coming to an end. Perhaps they can continue fighting for a long time due to their strong internal strength, but the battle of ideas that condenses all their energy and energy has reduced the spirits of both parties to a threshold.
"Collapse~"
The long sword flicked away Mo Mei, and Lu Goujian took a few steps back, covering his chest with his hands. While feeling his own consumption, he shouted forward: "Liuzhi, are you still stubborn? You really can't see Yan.
Is it the consequence of Mo continuing to stir up trouble among the big powers? In the battle of Puyang six years ago, Yan Mo lost thousands of disciples, and what has changed!"
The six-fingered black man was also shaken back, but there was no difference. He raised his eyebrows and pointed condescendingly ahead, "Lu Goujian, Mohist disciples are not afraid of death. They practiced their last persistence and died, and they died well.
"
After hearing these words, Lu Goujian's eyes turned red instantly, all the black energy from his body disappeared, a white rainbow rolled up from the long sword, and the wind suddenly roared and surged.
"Fart! All Mohist disciples are equal. Even if you are a Mohist tycoon, you are not qualified to say that your dead brother deserved his death! I will kill you today!"
Feeling that the opponent's sword power was gradually replaced by the purest killing intent, the six-fingered black man lowered his eyebrows and his eyes condensed, "Traitor of the Mo family, I will kill you with Mozi's swordsmanship."