"Go help her!" Ying Zheng said blandly. He knew that Yan Lingji alone could not deal with Ge Nia and Wei Zhuang.
Great Si Ming and Zhang Peng, who were standing beside Ying Zheng, glanced behind them, because only the Confucians and the other Hundred Schools of Philosophy had yet to make a move. They had originally intended to help the First Emperor stop the Confucians.
"Yes, sir!" However, since the First Emperor had spoken, Great Si Ming and Zhang Peng immediately leaped toward Yan Lingji and joined the battle.
Of course, they also focused on stalling for time.
At the same time, a few kilometers away from Ying Zheng's residence, an elite army of twenty thousand soldiers was rushing over.
Perhaps it was because they were worried about the First Emperor's safety, or perhaps it was because they were anxious to see the First Emperor, they all used the method of rapid marching. Not only did they not complain, but they were filled with anticipation, excitement, and excitement.
There was only one thought in their minds, and that was to hurry up and meet the First Emperor as soon as possible, then welcome him back to the palace.
Therefore, these soldiers were all motivated.
Gradually, the army began to split up. The thousands of cavalrymen led by Zhang Han chose a wide road and galloped at the front.
In the middle, Zhang Han's trusted generals led thousands of infantrymen and advanced quickly. At the back were soldiers with many special weapons and equipment.
Furthermore, their missions were different. The thousands of cavalrymen led by Zhang Han were planning to break through the blockade of the tens of thousands of rebels and assassins outside and meet up with the First Emperor.
The thousands of infantrymen in the middle were responsible for encircling the rebels and the assassins. As for the remaining thousands of soldiers with many weapons and equipment, they were responsible for sealing off the area.
It was obvious that the First Emperor's goal was to capture all these rebels in one fell swoop, not letting a single one escape.
At the same time, the Confucianists and the other members of the Hundred Schools of Philosophy behind Ying Zheng's residence also moved. Their target was obvious, and they were aiming at Ying Zheng, who was standing alone in front of the guardrail on the second floor.
The scholarly faction was led by two men. One of them wore light green and brown clothes, while his lower body was light yellow. He had a jade pendant hanging from his waist.
It had an elegant and extraordinary appearance, and it held a long sword. This sword was called Tai Ah, and it was the third sword among the Wind Beard's top ten famous swords.
Its owner was called Fu Nian, the current leader of the scholarly faction.
The man standing with Fu Nian was dressed in light-colored clothes and had an indifferent expression. He was the second-in-command of the Small Saint Manor, Yan Lu. He held a sword in his hand and the name of the sword was Hanguang.
Behind the two of them were a group of experts from the Hundred Schools of Philosophy.
Although Ying Zheng did not see it, he could still sense that a group of people were charging towards him from the roof.
Without any hesitation, Ying Zheng took off the Heavenly Question from his waist with his left hand and held it in his hand. He tapped his feet on the ground and leaped high into the air, then did a backflip high in the air and landed steadily on the roof, standing in front of the group of disciples of the Hundred Schools of Philosophy, led by Fu Nian and Yan Lu.
"How dare you Confucians and the Hundred Schools of Philosophy!”Ying Zheng was holding the Heaven's Will in his left hand, with his right hand behind his back. He was dressed in a black imperial robe, with his back facing Fu Nian, Yan Lu, and the others. He spoke calmly, exuding the mighty majesty of an emperor from head to toe, which made Fu Nian, Yan Lu, and the others feel a strong pressure, and even had a faint feeling of wanting to kneel down and submit.
"Ying Zheng, you tyrant, you burned the books and buried the Confucians, you killed so many of our disciples and caused the people of the world to live in misery. Today, we will avenge our disciples and eliminate the evil for the people of the world.”Fu Nian shouted at Ying Zheng.
" Hahahaha..." Hearing Fu Nian's words, Ying Zheng couldn't help but throw his head back and burst into laughter.
In his opinion, the Confucians were indeed a bunch of self-righteous hypocrites. They could even find a bunch of dignified reasons to kill people.
"If the scholarly faction is just a bunch of heretical magicians, so what if I slaughter your scholarly faction?”Ying Zheng gave a cold snort and said in a domineering manner, not taking the Confucians seriously at all.
He felt that he had been too kind to the Confucians, which was why the Confucians had tried their best to discredit him after his death. As expected, the brush in the hands of a scholar was indeed more powerful than the knife in the hands of a martial artist.
The saber in the hands of a martial artist could at most take your life, but the pen in the hands of a scholar could smear your name for ten thousand years. It was simply too detestable.
"I've long heard of your Tianwen being number one in the world. My Tai Ah would like to learn from you.”Fu Nian, who was usually eloquent, was rendered speechless by Ying Zheng's words. He could only look at Ying Zheng's back and speak indifferently.
"Your Tai'e is only ranked third. It really can't beat my Tianwen!”Ying Zheng said calmly. He did not flinch even when facing the group of experts from the Confucian school and the Hundred Schools of Philosophy, and there was no fear on his face. Perhaps, in his eyes, these people were nothing to be afraid of.
After Ying Zheng finished speaking, he leaped high into the air once again, and at the same time, he unsheathed the Heavenly Asking Sword in his hand.
At the same time, a golden sword Qi streaked across the sky like a bolt of lightning, instantly attacking Fu Nian and Yan Lu, as well as the Hundred Schools of Philosophy behind them.
Following that, a series of tearing sounds could be heard, and most of the people from the Hundred Schools of Philosophers who had drawn their swords and intended to charge at Ying Zheng were instantly cut in half.
However, these people did not fall immediately. Instead, they took another two steps forward due to inertia. Blood spurted into the sky like a red fountain.
"Such fast sword qi, such powerful strength!”Those few people who had narrowly avoided Ying Zheng's sword, including Fu Nian and Yan Lu, all had lingering fear on their faces.
Ying Zheng did not stop after launching that sword attack. After the first sword attack ended, the second sword attack had already landed.
The few experts of the Hundred Schools of Philosophy who had been secretly rejoicing that they had escaped death were not spared this time. Including Fu Nian and Yan Lu, all of them were killed by Ying Zheng's second golden sword beam, which was unbelievably fast.
Until their deaths, Fu Nian, Yan Lu, and the others did not expect that they would die so quickly. They could not even take two sword strikes from the other party.
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