Mythological Native Species

? In the maple-like woods, the shadows of the trees are mottled and swaying.

Tang Ci just stepped on the leaves, stepping on the creaking, creaking sound, and strode forward.

He has a sword in his hand.

Swords are very ordinary, not even magic weapons.

It's just his habit.

In the world he once lived in, the sword in his hand was given many names.

Almost all the people in the arena believe that his sword is an unparalleled weapon.

But it is a pity, no, he is just a blacksmith Zhang from the east of the city. It took two hours to forge an ordinary iron sword.

The real magic weapon is Tang Ci, not the sword in his hand.

With the help of Feng Linwan, he fought with many masters who used the sword in the extreme realm, through virtual simulation or taking pictures of Luo Tiandian.

I have felt their kendo, their will, and the nature of their swords.

Those so-called sword intent, sword heart, and sword posture are actually a way of penetrating and expounding one's own thoughts and will with the "sword".

Therefore, Tang Ci held the sword in his hand and behaved very plainly, just like an ordinary person who only knew how to use a sword.

But you can't say that he has nothing.

The two monks who came out of Cui Jin's army looked at the unexpected Tang Ci and looked at each other.

Although Tang Ci looks very ordinary.

But they didn't care.

"Ping Yaojun is doing business, idle people, etc., why don't you avoid it?" Among the two monks, the one with the bald head said to Tang Ci.

Tang Ci looked at Shi Daqi and said, "It's the military advisor who asked me to pick you up."

Shi Daqi, who had been desperate just now, suddenly felt that the whole person was slightly relaxed.

For the military advisor...he still trusts him very much.

Hearing what Tang Ci said to Shi Daqi, the two cultivators didn't need to say more, each propped up a bone shield.

The other person has already waved the magic weapon in his hand, and a **** wind has been formed, blowing towards Tang Ci.

Do it as soon as you say it, without any superfluous nonsense.

Tang Ci unhurriedly pulled out the sword in his hand.

Then simply stabbed out a sword.

The next moment, the blood wind was torn apart. This simple flat stab, but it seemed to carry an incomprehensible impact.

It directly shocked the minds of the two monks.

Then, Tang Ci used the second sword again.

This sword goes in an arc.

The arc is like a circle. After a little force slides through the arc, the curse, evil and impact on the bone shield are all resolved and returned.

This sword shattered the bone shield.

The two monks hiding behind the bone shield were stabbed in the throat.

The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the long river is setting the sun.

These two consecutive swords may be explained by this sentence as a poem, which is the most reasonable and appropriate.

It has always been a circle, and it is a natural scene.

But it is perfect and harmonious, and it is very simple and caters to everything.

The sword...is a tool, an acquired creation, and at the same time, it is always 'disharmonious' to nature.

But at the moment, in the hands of Tang Ci, it is very harmonious.

It's like it's grown by itself.

The two monks simply died.

The seemingly ordinary sword actually contains a powerful 'sword intent'.

That is the "penetration" of Tang Ci's will. When Tang Ci's sword pierced their throats, it also pierced their souls at the same time.

For a monk, a broken chest, a broken throat, or even a broken body is not necessarily death.

But if the soul is broken, then it is really certain to die.

With one sword, he killed two monks who were chasing Shi Daqi.

Tang Ci did not return the sword to its sheath.

Instead, he was staring into the distance.

Shi Daqi carefully walked behind Tang Ci, looking at something in a trance.

A dark cloud roared from afar.

At the same time, Tang Ci held a sword in his hand, and the distance was far away, and he had already swung out a sword.

After a sword, Tang Ci groaned and took two steps back.

And the dark cloud was torn apart.

"Go!" Tang Ci grabbed Shi Daqi's arm and ran quickly.

And in the coalition camp, the lieutenant next to Cui Jin, a black rune in his palm was broken, and at the same time a sword mark that was difficult to heal.

Tang Ci rescued Shi Daqi with one sword and one sword.

After meeting with Feng Linwan, Shi Daqi led the men and horses that Feng Linwan kept and quickly returned to his own territory.

Along the way, he was blocked by several people.

Feng Linxun was just making a normal plan, but he never made a direct shot and pushed him brute force.

So much so that the road of 'escape' seems to be extraordinarily difficult and difficult.

After returning to his own territory, Shi Daqi lost a dozen pounds and became seriously ill.

Afterwards, under the 'inspiration' of Feng Linxun, he retreated for a few days, sorted out a set of core theories, and then began to promote slogans and ideas.

This also marks that Shi Daqi has gradually become an organized, disciplined and at the same time core ideology, the head of a tight organization, from the Three No Rebels with no organization, discipline, and fixed core goals.

This is also an inevitable element of a rebel team that is not from a wealthy family and wants to win the final victory.

And under the guidance of this core idea.

Some monks who were unwilling to continue to be enslaved, and a small number of monks who came from sects and were also dissatisfied with the status quo of cannibalism, joined Shi Daqi's team with expectations and hopes, and gathered under Shi Daqi's command.

At this time, the original large army was also scattered and reorganized.

It is no longer a simple name of Shi Daqi.

It was renamed the "Living Army" by Shi Daqi.

Rebellion is only for living people, and everyone has the right to live, not anyone's pigs, sheep, cattle and horses, and they are allowed to be slaughtered.

The army of living people was only active in a small area at first.

Gradually, with the help of Feng Linye, the momentum became more and more powerful.

When the coalition forces and the Qin army fought the final battle, the living army had quietly occupied a small part of the country. Although they abandoned many important towns, they conquered some powerful families one by one.

At this time, the coalition army realized that the momentum was not right, and wanted to turn the gun and fight back to destroy the living army.

However, he was entangled by the Qin army and could not get out at all.

In the coalition camp ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ received constant reports, Cui Jin's face was getting darker and darker.

He didn't expect that a little person who didn't care about letting go at the beginning.

Now it has grown into a confidant. What's more troublesome is that he can only sit back and watch this trouble get bigger, but he can't get away and destroy it.

After thinking about it, he lit a letter incense.

In the black fireworks, a vague figure floated out.

Cui Jin respectfully reported the hidden dangers brought by Shi Daqi.

The blurred figure twisted a few times, and then threw out a sentence: "We have reached a critical moment in the fight against the old pavilion of Qinguo, and it is difficult to allocate manpower, so we can only send someone to kill it for you. Inside, I want you to capture the capital of the Qin Kingdom."

After speaking, the figure disappeared.

Cui Jin sighed, and then summoned the princes of all parties to discuss how to quickly seize the capital and completely destroy the Qin Kingdom.