Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

Under the six-fingered black man's black eyebrows, using heaven and earth as the material, and sword energy as the ink, he is the one who can dominate the world.

Yan Dan, who was standing behind the Six-Fingered Black Man, subconsciously took a step back. This was the first time he saw his master, the Six-Fingered Black Man, attacking with all his strength. This was a power beyond his imagination.

However, after seeing the terrifying power of the Six-Fingered Black Man, Yan Dan's sense of security only lasted for a moment, and then he suddenly realized a fact: Master, the Six-Fingered Black Man was already so powerful, but he could make him What kind of strength should Yang Ming have when he felt the pressure and told him to run away first?

At this moment, when Yan Dan looked at Yang Ming, there was no calmness as before, only hesitation and fear.

Impossible, the master should just be concerned about his status as the captain of the Qin State's guard army, and don't want to kill him, so as not to completely offend the Qin State. The master has been famous in the world for thirty years, and he was already a master-level expert more than ten years ago. He has probably been in the realm of master for longer than Yang Ming has been practicing martial arts. How could he not be his opponent?

But, will it really be so?

In an instant, Yan Dan saw the answer. In his sight, the long sword at Yang Ming's waist let out a soft groan, and the cold sword blade was already pointing at the Six-fingered Black Man. Compared to the Six-fingered Black Man, who was surrounded by Mo There is a torrent of sword energy surging between his eyebrows, but Yang Ming's sword is much more ordinary. There is no sword energy, let alone sword energy, but it has an extremely restrained power. It is obviously just a sword. But it made the Six-fingered Black Man's expression solemn to the extreme.

Although Yan Dan could not see the mystery of the long sword in Yang Ming's hand, how could a sword that could make Master Six-Fingered Black Man so dignified be an ordinary sword.

"Go quickly." The six-fingered black man whispered, and then he raised his sword and attacked Yang Ming. His speed was like black lightning cutting through the sky and the earth, so that Yan Dan could only see a little afterimage.

"Master, he actually wants to take the initiative to attack? This?" Yan Dan was shocked. The Mohist swordsmanship focused on defense rather than attack. They usually used defense as offense, and then looked for opportunities to defeat the enemy, but now the six-fingered black man took the initiative to attack. , doesn’t this mean that the Six-Fingered Black Man never thought about defeating Yang Ming from beginning to end? Is it really just to hold Yang Ming back and create a chance for them to escape?

Yan Dan's footsteps subconsciously moved towards Zhangshui behind her.

However, Yan Dan, who took a step back, found that several Mohist disciples were motionless, just staring at the battlefield where Yang Ming had already fought, even though they might only be able to see two entangled branches. Sword energy.

"No, things may not really be that bad." Yan Dan paused and looked at the peerless and enchanting Yan Lingji who had stepped aside because of Yang Ming's battle with the Six-Fingered Black Man.

You have to take him with you even when you are chasing us. It seems that you must be a very favored person by Yang Ming. Otherwise, you wouldn't be like this. Yan Dan thought as his eyes fell on Yan Lingji.

In fact, Yan Lingji's beauty can easily remind Yan Dan of this, even though Yan Dan was born in the Yan Kingdom and grew up in the Yan Palace. In recent years, he has traveled around the world as a disciple of the Mohist family, doing various things. Yan Dan has seen a lot of beauties of all kinds, but this is the first time she has seen such a peerless enchantment as Yan Lingji. Even a man who is pure and stoic will be aroused by the flame in his heart when he sees her. Yan Dan, who knew that Yang Ming was not restrained when it came to women, immediately judged Yan Lingji's status next to Yang Ming.

If that's the case, I don't have a chance. Yan Dan pondered deeply and already had an idea in mind.

On the other side, Yan Lingji has instinctively felt some kind of malice. This is her talent. She has superhuman sensitivity to malice directed at her.

"Interesting, he regards me as his weakness. He is quite smart. With such vision, I am his weakness. However, it is not enough to just have vision, but also to have strength." Yan Lingji's eyes In a flash, she became a little more alert. She was no longer a beautiful vase, but a pet with claws and claws.

In the midst of the mental activities of the enemy and us, Yang Ming and the Six-Fingered Black Man, who are the real protagonists here, have exchanged dozens of moves in an instant. Wherever the sword energy is flowing, the earth, rocks and weeds are in a mess, and this is not the case. It's just that the damage caused by the power leaked from the collision of the two swords is not the real attack of the two, at most it is just a little aftermath.

The battle between the masters was so terrifying.

But no matter what the audience thinks, it is difficult for them to imagine the feelings of the people in the battle. The six-fingered black man pushed his master-level skills to the limit, and the black eyebrows in his hands bloomed with unprecedented brilliance, but under Yang Ming's Under the sword, there is no chance of victory.

Yang Ming's swordsmanship turned out to be a swordsmanship that he had never seen before. This sword still aroused the two qi of yin and yang, dividing his sword qi into a torrent. The next sword was already a sudden rain and strong wind, and the sword shadows were heavy. This made him unable to defend himself with a horizontal sword. When he did so, another sword seemed to cut through the sky, destroying it in a rough and unreasonable way. If Mo Mei hadn't been in hand, his skill would have been affected. If he persisted, the Six-Fingered Black Man would even suspect that he might be defeated.

"Master is at a disadvantage. You will find a chance to capture that woman later and you can help Master." Yan Dan, who couldn't see why, but knew that the Six-fingered Black Man had no chance of winning, whispered to several Mohist disciples around him.

"This?" After hearing Yan Dan's words, the leader of the Mohist disciples hesitated for a while, then attacked a woman secretly and used the woman to threaten the enemy. Although such a thing was reasonable, it was inconsistent with the teachings of the Mohist family. The Mohist family had never taught His own disciples will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals.

"Master is obviously at a disadvantage. Do you want to watch Master fail? Or do you only care about yourself and not Master's life? Don't forget that Master is a giant of the Mohist family. Is it possible that you want to watch your own giant fail? Can someone else do it?" Yan Dan said solemnly, obviously impatient with the hesitation of the Mohist disciples.

How long has it been, and you are still clinging to the Mohist teachings? Are the so-called teachings more important than life?

"Okay... okay." The leader of the Mo family disciple hesitated and looked at the battle group where he could hardly see anything, only two sword energies were constantly clashing. He nodded with difficulty, obeying the situation urgently, for the sake of the giant. Safety has to be the case.

In the blink of an eye, several figures rushed towards Yan Lingji, but at this time, Yan Dan pushed towards Zhangshui, where a small boat had appeared, which was the boat that came to pick them up.

"Hey, this really makes me, Yan Lingji, a soft persimmon. I can only be soft in front of him, so who do you think you are?" Noticing the movements of the Mo family disciples, Yan Lingji sneered, and the palms she held were weak. Zhang, a wisp of flame bloomed quietly.

When the first Mohist disciple approached Yan Lingji, a ball of flame suddenly bloomed. In the Yang family, Yan Lingji did not just know how to be a concubine. Whether it was Yang Ming, Jing Salamander or Yan Fei, they all He is the top master among the current young generation. As the saying goes, those who are close to Zhu are red. How could Yan Lingji not be affected by the moves she learned from Jing Salamander, the spiritual cultivation and Qi control she learned from Concubine Yan? The technique has already given Yan Lingji a qualitative improvement in her strength, and she is only one step away from being able to advance to the first-class level with the fire witchcraft.

In short, just as Yan Lingji thought just now, she will only be soft in front of Yang Ming. In front of outsiders, she, Yan Lingji, is already tall and hard.

As the palm wrapped in flames pressed against the long sword that was stabbing him, the flames suddenly exploded and turned into a curtain of flames to surround several Mohist disciples. Who said that those with fewer people would be surrounded by those with more people? She, Yan Lingji, would use her own power to surround the enemies.

In fire witchcraft, unless a first-rate master can use his own inner energy that has already transformed to be unafraid of the power of flames, second-rate masters will not be much better than ordinary people in the flames.

"You have been surrounded." Yan Lingji chuckled, and her figure disappeared into the flame curtain. Several Mohist disciples urged their inner strength to attack the flame curtain, but it was difficult to find Yan Lingji from the beginning to the end. .

There was a Mohist disciple who stirred up his inner breath and wanted to break out of the flames. But the moment he rushed towards the flame curtain, a fire hairpin suddenly appeared and clicked between his arms. The flames rose and instantly ignited his arm. arm.

With a scream, blood flew down, and a burning arm was cut off by his companion, leaving a burning smell on the ground.

With one blow, the enemy was killed.

Immediately, four fire dragons emerged from the fire curtain and rushed towards the Mohist disciples. As the dragons and fire clouds surged, several Mohist disciples were forced into a state of embarrassment. The man who had just lost an arm was killed by his companions. With care, he was barely able to block the fire dragon's bite, but the constant loss of blood made him feel that his life was at an end.

Yan Lingji couldn't help but look proud as she looked at the Mo disciples who were being surrounded by herself, hiding her figure in the curtain of fire.

What you said is indeed right. How can I engage in melee combat with my ability? I was really stupid before.

Yan Lingji held the seals with her hands and controlled the four fire dragons. At this moment, she truly experienced the joy of being a master.

"What are you doing?" Yan Dan, who had retreated to the river, couldn't help but change his color when he looked at the Mohist disciples who had abandoned the boat and landed on the shore.

"Young Master and several junior disciples are fighting hard, how can I just stand by and watch." As the disciples of the Mo family spoke, they rushed forward to rescue several fellow disciples who were surrounded by flames.

"Your task now is to take me across the river." Yan Dan said sternly.

"The order I received was to take Juzi and his fellow Mo family across the river." The disciple of the Mo family said. In front of the tall Yan Dan, his already thin body looked even thinner. But at this time, in front of Yan Dan, his The body is more upright.

"Are you a disciple of the Mohist family now or the prince of the Yan Kingdom?" the Mohist disciple asked.