Ying Zheng's face was cold, and the first thing he saw in his eyes was a map that could be described as a waterfall.
The sharp sword light that followed closely behind caused his eyes to feel like they were pricked by needles.
In a life and death situation, even Ying Zheng found it hard to maintain his dignity.
At this moment, his face instantly turned pale. In a daze, it was as if he had seen a terrifying scene in the underworld.
Countless soldiers of the six dynasties roared.
If he fell into it, he would probably be torn into pieces in a breath's time.
However, everything happened in an instant.
Under the determined alliance formation, even if it was an illusion, it was hard to maintain.
In the next moment, Ying Zheng came back to his senses.
At this moment, even though he was carrying a sword, he did not try to pull it out to kill Jing Ke.
The assassin in front of him already had the terrifying strength of a great grandmaster in a breath. If he drew his sword and confronted him, he would only be courting death.
With that thought in mind, Ying Zheng turned his body to the side, pushed the sheath of his sword against the throne, and jumped behind the throne.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye, just as Ying Zheng escaped.
Zhao Gao attacked brazenly from the side, his body exuding a feminine aura.
Suddenly, they turned into black chains.
He wanted to stop Jing Ke in front of the throne.
However, the chains that were strong enough to imprison a Grandmaster were as thin as paper in front of Jing Ke's sword. They could not withstand a single blow.
Beng, beng beng!
With a few clear sounds, the black shadow chains had already turned into smoke and dissipated.
Of course, Zhao Gao had more tricks up his sleeve.
The shadow behind him quickly spread and split.
Each shadow turned into a Grandmaster's shadow. It was the Six Sword Slaves!
When the Six Sword Slaves attacked, they were six in one, each with their own duties.
At this moment, the Six Sword Slaves attacked with all their strength. Some of them even used a secret technique to sacrifice their lives!
The Six Sword Slaves all relied on Zhao Gao, and Zhao Gao was also bound to Great Qin's warship.
If Ying Zheng was assassinated, the Six Sword Slaves would also have a miserable ending.
The combat formation was formed, and the aura of a grandmaster permeated the air. The Six Sword Slaves attacked with their full strength.
Clang!
Clang! Clang!
Clang! Clang!
Six sword-wielding figures collided with Jing Ke, although Ying Zheng was the only one in Jing Ke's eyes.
However, the martial grandmaster's tyrannical strength spread around his body.
The Six Sword Slaves who formed an array could even make ordinary martial grandmasters retreat a little.
But at this moment, Jing Ke wanted to assassinate the King of Qin.
When Jing Ke held the sword hilt, he already understood that he could not retreat in one piece.
Only by killing the King of Qin could he live up to the kindness of the Crown Prince Pill. At this point, Jing Ke, who had attacked with all his strength, had the will to die.
At the moment of risking his life, he thrust out his sword.
In a trance,
The bottleneck that had been stuck in the Great Grandmaster Realm for a long time seemed to have loosened a little.
A new force emerged from the sword.
Although it did not reach the unparalleled suppression of Celestial Being Realm, it was still beyond the scope of what ordinary large sects could grasp.
Under this new strength, the Six Sword Slaves 'terrifying killing move was even more shaken away!
After six crisp sounds, the Six Sword Slaves staggered, and the famous swords in their hands were broken.
Although the Six Sword Slaves 'attacks were ineffective, the momentary harassment had already slowed Jing Ke down.
To a true martial arts expert, the slightest change was enough to determine life and death!
The short delay gave the other experts in Zhangtai Palace time to attack.
"You little rat, how dare you assassinate the king!"
Meng Tian's aura surged.
The murderous aura of the battlefield spread out and gathered into killing weapons.
Some were swords, some were halberds, some were spears, and some were spears. They all rushed towards Jing Ke.
However, the realm of a Great Grandmaster was not something that could be easily figured out. Even if Meng Tian attacked with all her might, it was still difficult for her to catch up to Jing Ke's desperate slash.
Seeing Jing Ke's sword light flying, Meng Tian was burning with anxiety.
The power of a Grandmaster surged continuously, and the killing weapon formed by the baleful aura was also dyed with a ferocious scarlet color.
At the same time, a black figure dashed out from the shadows of Zhangtai Palace.
It was Zhang Han, who was hiding at the side!
At this moment, Zhang Han's eyes were scarlet red. In his pupils was Jing Ke's peerless sword.
Zhang Han held the Xiang Dragon in his hand and unleashed the power of a grandmaster.
He had even used a secret technique and was already at the peak of the Zongshi realm, infinitely close to the Great Grandmaster realm!
But even so, it was still difficult to catch up to Jing Ke's peerless sword move.
Clang!
The sound of a sword clashing rang out as Ge Nia drew his sword.
As Ge Nia's sword intent surged, the aura of a great grandmaster poured out, just like Jing Ke.
The sword intent in Ge Nia's body surged and attached itself to the rainbow.
A flash of sword light flashed across the body of Yuan Hong's sword, followed by a tremble, and it was about to leave his hand.
It was the Hundred-step Flying Sword of the Criss-cross Sword Technique!
Within a hundred steps, the flying sword would seal the throat of any blood it saw, and even ghosts and gods would avoid it!
However, even Ge Nia's peerless Hundred Steps Flying Sword was unable to display its might, because everything happened in the blink of an eye!
Facing a swordsman who was also a martial grandmaster, Ge Nie understood that normal sword techniques would not be able to stop Jing Ke.
Only the Hundred-step Flying Sword could instantly kill experts of the same realm!
However, the Hundred-step Flying Sword was not an ordinary sword technique. It required one's own sword intent to control it.
Even if Ge Nia was a Great Grandmaster, he would still need a few breaths to summon his Hundred-step Flying Sword, but how could Jing Ke's Life-Risking Strike stop?
At this moment, Jing Ke subconsciously sensed the new power. The sword in his hand did not stop, and even sped up!
The thrones that had been tempered for thousands of years fell apart under the sword intent of the Great Grandmaster's Life-Risking Strike.
After the throne was shattered, Ying Zheng's face was filled with rage.
"You dare to stab me!"
Ying Zheng's voice was trembling. Although there was a hint of panic in his voice, it was mostly filled with rage.
"Violent Qin wreaked havoc and killed without restraint!
As a tyrant, you should bear the karma. Today is the day you die!”
At this moment, Jing Ke's black hair had turned white, and his body was slightly hunched.
He was sacrificing his life force to produce a sword!
"Violent Qin?"
"Tyrant?"
Hearing this, Ying Zheng's heart was filled with rage, and even suppressed the life-and-death crisis in front of him, and found it funny.
"The seven kingdoms are divided, and there are countless wars.
I've raised up the remnants of the Great Qin and Six Dynasties to end the troubled times. In your eyes, I'm a tyrant?
This feat was not much inferior to the achievements of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.
But now, such a grand plan is going to be ruined in the hands of an assassin…"
Ying Zheng's gaze swept across the entire Zhangtai Palace, and right before his eyes was Jing Ke's sword.
Behind Jing Ke was the scarlet killing weapon formed by Meng Tian's baleful aura.
On the other side, Zhang Han was chasing after them with the Xiang Dragon in his hand.
Beside him, Ge Nia was also holding an Abyss Rainbow.
The Great Grandmaster's sword will surged. The deep rainbow in his hand shot out like a vast rainbow and stabbed towards Jing Ke.
However, it was too late…
Jing Ke seemed to have lost half of his life. His beard and hair were white, and his body was hunched.
More than half of his life force had already fused into this peerless sword.
This sword was filled with the splendor of life. It was also…
Cold death!
"Will I really not be able to escape this calamity today?”
In a trance, Ying Zheng's heart was filled with endless sorrow.
At this moment, the tip of Jing Ke's sword was only inches away from him. The cold and murderous sword Qi was spreading.
Ying Zheng could even feel the sword intent piercing into his face.
But even so, Ying Zheng's eyes were still wide open in anger!
As an emperor of the ages, even if he died, he would die in a clear manner and would not be killed!
Just as the cold sword light was about to pierce into Ying Zheng's forehead, a golden figure suddenly appeared in front of him, as if it was tearing through the void.
"Ziheng?"
In a trance, Ying Zheng recognized this figure at a glance.
It was his former qilin son, Ying Ziheng.
Before he could think of anything else, Ying Ziheng spoke. His tone was calm and cold,
"You've crossed the line!"
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