In the sky above Xianyang City.
Ten thousand swords wrapped around the golden light and moved forward.
Their destination was the residence of Ying Su, the eldest son of the First Emperor, Ganquan Palace.
The edge of each sword emitted a shrill explosive sound. The blade of the sword wiped away the dazzling sparks. It was probably close to the full-strength attack of a Rank-3 expert.
If an ordinary person was affected, they would definitely die.
Even Ganquan Palace, which had been built with countless resources, would not be spared.
"Could it be that Swordmaster Bull is hiding in Sweet Spring Palace?”
Zhang Han's eyes flickered." This sword rain is extremely dangerous. Young Master Ying Su has never practiced martial arts. If anything happens to him, I can't bear the responsibility. However, His Majesty has orders."
He knew that Ying Su was the son that Emperor Shi valued the most.
How important?
Ying Su could enter and leave Xianyang Palace at night, but the other young masters and princesses had to ask for permission as officials before they could enter the palace.
There was also Ganquan Palace.
The other palaces were built on the original site of the palaces of the destroyed countries after the Six Nations were wiped out.
Only Ganquan Palace was built in the pre-Qin period for the Empress Dowager to live in. Later, Ganquan Palace was used as the front hall.
The meaning behind this was self-evident.
She simply treated the other young masters and princesses as stepmothers.
If Ying Su was in danger and he stood by idly, Ying Zheng would definitely skin him alive.
However, if the mission was not completed, and he had just boasted,
"Go and find someone. I will protect Young Master Ying Su.”
An indifferent voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Who was it?
Zhang Han suddenly turned around.
Realizing that the person who came was the Great Qin Sword Saint, he let down his guard.
"I remember that the Sword Saint has never done anything other than protecting His Majesty.”
"The owner of the wooden ox is in Ganquan Palace.”
Sword Saint Ge Nia's expression remained the same.
Zhang Han came to a realization and nodded."Then I'll have to trouble you, Sword Saint."
...........
He looked at the swords in the sky that were roaring like pear blossoms in the storm.
The entire Xianyang was stunned, especially the swordsman who couldn't control his sword. Cold sweat instantly flowed down his forehead.
"Each of these flying swords is a full-strength attack from a Third Stage expert. Can a Sword Saint take on these tens of thousands of swords?”
"Not to mention Sword Saints, even immortals would find it difficult to come. To be able to escape unscathed, one must be at least a first-grade top-notch expert!”
"So, the Palace of Sweet Spring must have been destroyed?”
"Sweet Spring Palace! Young Master Ying Su lived there! The Crown Prince of Great Qin! He doesn't have any cultivation at all."
"I hope the Sword Saint can save us in time. Otherwise, if the emperor is angry, millions of corpses will fall."
Some were happy, while others were sad.
Qin Shihuang swept away the six countries with his iron and blood style.
If Ying Su died under the rain of swords, and Ying Zheng could not find trouble with the Divine Roll, who could he find?
Of course, it was the owner of these swords!
Even if these swordsmen had no intention of killing Ying Su and did not participate, as long as their swords were stained with the blood of the royal family, they would definitely become the target of their anger.
The ones who were happy were the spies of the Hundred Schools of Philosophy in Xianyang.
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"The sword rain is fierce and unstoppable. If the Ganquan Palace is razed to the ground, how can there be an intact egg under the overturned nest?”
On the Heavenly Street of Xianyang, a fat chef saw the scene in the sky and couldn't help but feel happy.
The crown prince was the foundation of the country.
If Ying Su died, the Qin Country would be shaken!
He quickly picked up his pen and wrote a letter
The same thing happened in many places in Xianyang.
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
.......
Huhai felt extremely happy, but he didn't laugh out loud.
The Empire had spies all over Xianyang, so they couldn't show any joy at this time.
Huhai could only stroke the Cheng Ying sword in his hand, the corners of his mouth curling up.
"It seems real but not real, seems illusory but not illusory. It really is a divine sword.”
Just now, Huhai had also obtained a huge benefit from the Golden Roll.
It was a sword intent!
If he could completely understand it, not to mention Peak First Grade, entering the Connate Realm would be a piece of cake.
"Elder brother, you must not die. Otherwise, I will be very 'sad' at your funeral.”
Inside Xianyang Palace.
"The owner of the wooden ox is actually hiding in the Palace of Sweet Spring!”
Ying Zheng suddenly took two steps forward.
Previously, he was happy that this person was in Xianyang, but now he felt like he had fallen into an ice cave.
This rain of swords was so powerful that Ying Su didn't even have the slightest bit of cultivation.
Ying Zheng's gloomy face made all the guards present feel as if the sky was about to collapse, and they all knelt on the ground in fear.
"Sword Saint is the number one expert in the world. With him around, Ying Su will be fine.”
Even so, Ying Zheng was still worried, and said coldly,""Tomorrow morning, let Ying Su enter the palace.”
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Ganquan Palace.
"How troublesome. I just came back from the palace and haven't even laid down for a while before encountering such a trivial matter.”
The person who spoke had a cynical tone.
A young man stood on top of the palace.
His features had a faint shadow of the First Emperor, Ying Zheng, but his eyebrows were not raised like before. His entire person was less fierce, and more calm and gentle.
It was Ying Su, who was famous for his intelligence and lack of ambition.
A rain of swords filled the sky, each of them dragging a long trail of flames as they sliced through the sky.
The sky was covered by the silk, and the sound of it was so great that it illuminated the entire capital.
Sparks were reflected in his eyes. Ying Su was wearing a green robe and looked calm.
"If this place is destroyed, how much time would it take to find a flat place to lie down?”
Ying Su waved his hand lightly.
"Clang!"
Suddenly, a clear sword hum sounded in the bedroom.
The light cut through the night.
In the next second, the Divine Sword, the Wooden Horse Bull, which was ranked number one on the Divine Roll, flew into his hand.
Like autumn water, the sharpness stung the skin, and the sword intent was high in the sky.
However, this sword wasn't arrogant. It had a kind of sincerity towards the Dao, a pure sword heart!
If there were swordsmen around, they would definitely exclaim.
Just this move alone, with the sword in hand, without using any true qi, was already a sword immortal technique.
"Whoosh!"
The moment Ying Su picked up the wooden ox, his gaze seemed to have changed into a different person.
"It's quite interesting to not be idle occasionally.”
With a light laugh, the wooden ox flicked his finger.
The pure sword intent was scattered in the air.
Buzz!
Something magical happened.
The 10,000 swords that came charging at him menacingly seemed to have been hit by a curse.
At the same time, they were fixed in the air, not moving at all!
Outside the door, on the Heavenly Street.
Sword Saint Ge Nia's usually calm expression finally changed.
"Go back to where you came from!"
An indifferent voice that sounded like the might of heaven entered Ge Nia and Zhang Han's ears.
The entire Xianyang could hear it clearly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the swords that filled the sky flew back and scattered in all directions.
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