Rebirth of the supernatural sword emperor

Although the temperature at which the shell comes out of the barrel is less than the melting point of the metal casing, 1,600 degrees, it almost hovers between 1,400 degrees.

With a high temperature of 1,400 degrees and a smooth shape, even if the cannonball is placed on the flat ground, ordinary people will not be able to hold on for a few seconds.

Jiangnan only persisted for two or three seconds, and after only flying thirty or forty meters, Jiangnan slipped from the cannonball and fell into the abyss.

"Damn it!" Jiang Nan endured the burning sensation coming from the soles of his feet, and a chair flew out of the space ring. Jiang Nan put one foot on the chair and used the force to fly out for a distance, and then took out another chair and fell to the side.

Approach the cliff on the opposite side.

Just like this, he slowly approached the opposite cliff. In the last twenty meters, Jiang Nan took out the big bed, stepped on it hard with both feet, and flew directly to the cliff.

Jiang Nan held the rope in one hand, and took out the long sword he wanted from Sicheng with the other hand, and stabbed it hard into the cliff in front of him. His heart almost jumped out of his chest. He breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up to see that he had fallen more than twenty years.

meters, if you fall faster, the rope will not be enough!

"Damn it, you'll die if you do this too much!" Jiang Nan cursed fiercely, but without stopping, he tied the rope to the hilt of the sword and shouted to the two people opposite: "That's it!

Come over here!”

Sicheng Wending and Zhang Sunxin breathed a sigh of relief. When Jiangnan fell, they were almost frightened to death. Fortunately, Jiangnan got closer to the cliff and they breathed a sigh of relief.

Sicheng Wending and Changsun Xin quickly slid over from the opposite cliff. The cloth strips were at least strong, otherwise they would have been unable to recover if they fell.

"Here! Your knife!" Sicheng Wending, who was trembling and sliding over, threw Jiangnan's Tang knife to Jiangnan and said, "If you do this too much in the future, people will die!"

"Or else you think so!" Jiang Nan took the Tang Dao and rolled his eyes at Sicheng Wending, then climbed up the cliff.

The three of them climbed to the top of the cliff using their hands and feet. Just as they climbed to the top of the cliff, dozens of bronze swords suddenly appeared in front of the three of them. The three of them looked up and saw countless Qin terracotta warriors and horses standing opposite the three of them.

Countless crossbowmen were pointing arrows at the three of them.

If the three of them made any move, they would be overwhelmed by countless arrows, and countless spearmen would hide behind the shield bearers.

"Can we crawl back again!" Sicheng Wending said in a mournful voice.

"Go ahead and tell them!" Changsun Xin got up with an ugly expression on his face. The three of them stood on the edge of the cliff. Dozens of swords and spears followed the movements of the three.

"It seems they want to capture him alive. This is good news for us. At least he won't die now!" Jiang Nan said easily.

Suddenly the wall of people moved, and a chariot slowly drove over from behind. There was a living person on it! A middle-aged man wearing a scholar's uniform and a hair crown was holding the armrest of the chariot with one hand and the other hand.

Holding a feather fan, he has a tall and tall figure and a jade-like appearance.

"How dare you repeatedly offend the Imperial Mausoleum of the Great Qin Dynasty? Do you really think that our Great Qin army does not dare to attack them all! It will cause chaos in the world again!" The middle-aged man looked at the three people on Jiangnan's white hair and was stunned for a moment, and then followed

Looking at Jiang Nan, he said sharply.

Sicheng aspired to the throne and took a step forward without fear of the countless soldiers on the opposite side. He responded loudly: "The Second Qin Dynasty died, tyrannizing the world, and was unpopular with the people. The dynasty could be overthrown within a few years. How can the Great Qin come to be? Whose Great Qin is it!"

Jiang Nan and Changsun Xin were stunned. When had Sicheng Wending been so obsessed with it, yet he faced the rebuttal directly and was so formal.

"Who are you?" the middle-aged man asked immediately.

"My ancestor was one of the six ministers of the Song Dynasty, and his surname was Sicheng!" Sicheng Wending replied.

"Sicheng? But Sicheng Zihan, who was ranked as Sikong during the reign of Duke Ping of Song Dynasty?" The middle-aged man pinched the beard on his chin and said after thinking for a while.

"It's our ancestor." Sicheng Wending raised his hands in front of his chest and saluted the sky with his thumbs upward.

"After you are a virtuous minister, why do you do this to make trouble?" The middle-aged man's eyes turned cold and he said sternly.

Sicheng Wending was speechless when asked. He originally planned to refute, but in that era when monarchy was supreme, it seemed that his current behavior was indeed an act of rebellion.

"The descendants came to pay homage, so how could there be any talk of tomb robbing!" Sicheng Wending rolled his eyes and said.

"Sacrifice to the ancestors? Our Daqin still has blood to spread!" Regardless of his appearance, the middle-aged man stepped on the armrest of the chariot and flew down. Like a dexterous flying swallow, he stood in front of Sicheng Wending, one hand stretched out to

Sicheng Wending's neck directly lifted Sicheng Wending up.

The middle-aged man looks like a scholar, but his skills are unexpectedly good. From the chariot to the time he lifts the city to win the title, his whole movement is smooth and smooth, without any trace of sloppiness.

"Where is my Da Qin bloodline?" the middle-aged man said coldly as he stared at Sicheng's aspiration.

"Ask for the title!" Just as Jiang Nan and Changsun Xing were about to make any move, the spears around them were immediately pointed at their throats, making them unable to move.

"That's the one with white hair!" Sicheng Wending pointed at Jiangnan and said with difficulty.

The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Nan and said suspiciously: "What's the evidence?"

"His surname is Jiang! Where is the surname Jiang? May I ask if you know it?" Sicheng Wending said after pulling the middle-aged man's hand with both hands to no avail.

There is a saying that the surname Jiang is indeed derived from the surname Ying.

According to legend, Emperor Zhuanxu had a granddaughter named Nu Xiu. One day, she picked up a swallow egg and after eating it, she became pregnant and gave birth to her son Daye. Daye married a girl from the Shaodian clan and gave birth to Boyi.

Because Boyi assisted Dayu in flood control, Emperor Shun gave him the surname Ying. In this way, Boyi became the ancestor of all ethnic groups with the surname Ying in ancient times.

Boyi was passed down for more than ten generations, through the Xia, Shang, and Western Zhou Dynasties. Boyi's descendants were granted the title of Jiang State. They were destroyed by the Chu State in the Spring and Autumn Period. Their descendants took the name of the country and gave them the surname Jiang.

Speaking of which, the surname Jiang is the clan leader and belongs to the clan, and the surname Ying is the branch family.

However, this statement was too far-fetched, but now there was really no choice, so Sicheng Wending had no choice but to come up with this method and speak.

"The surname Jiang is indeed from the I Ying family. It has been inherited for nearly a hundred years. It has been thousands of years in the outside world. How can I trust you! Where is the Dragon Guard!" The middle-aged man lowered his head and thought for a while, then shouted at Tao Bing.

This answer is very clever. The middle-aged man said that the surname Jiang came from the surname Ying, and was given the surname Ying from Boyi, but his direct descendants were surnamed Jiang. Here he did not mention the surname Jiang, but was given the surname Ying from Boyi.

Starting from the calculation, there is a theory that the surname Jiang comes from the surname Ying.

The middle-aged people here cleverly referred to the Ying family as the clan family and the Jiang family as the branch family. However, the three of them did not pay attention. After all, old foxes are old foxes, and the three of them are really too green in this regard.