Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

Just looking at the armor on the face makes life cold.

It was she who held the sword in her hand.

Gu Nan looked down at the blood-stained blade in her hand. Jing Ke's sword was so fast that she didn't even have time to draw it.

Is it still a step behind...

Jing Ke looked at the blade in his hand unwillingly.

"Tick tock." The sound of another drop of blood dripping woke him up.

He knew that with this person around, it was impossible for him to kill King Qin.

In an instant, he drew his sword back and rushed out of the palace gate.

He looked back at the man in the white robe.

I'm sorry, sir, but you can't ask you to take Ke's head.

Ying Zheng came back to his senses, with a frightening chill in his voice, he almost squeezed out a sentence.

"Let the widow chase after him, and kill that person on the spot."

Jing Ke rushed to the side of the palace gate, looked at Gai Nie who was beside the palace gate, and rushed out with his sword in hand.

Gai Nie held the long sword in his hand, and finally chased it out.

Dozens of guards rushed out all of a sudden, completely chaotic the palace.

Seeing the bloodstains smeared on the map, Ying Zheng raised his head and looked at the hand blocking him, not knowing what to say.

"gentlemen······"

"Nothing." Gu Nan put down his hand, carried Wuge, and followed the guards towards the outside of the hall.

"I'll go after him."

With blood dripping from his hand, all the ministers avoided him one after another.

But Ying Zheng looked at the figure with a little ecstasy in his eyes.

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The guards surrounded Jing Ke circle after circle, and Jing Ke stood in the center holding his sword.

The robe on his body was stained with blood, his body was shaking a little, and there were more than ten corpses lying on his feet.

No one dared to approach, this man's sword skills were terrifying, and those who rushed forward were all killed just by meeting each other.

"what!"

Finally, someone couldn't bear the stalemate any longer, and charged forward with a sword in hand.

Seeing someone rushing up, the guards rushed forward.

The sword blade with a line of blood slipped through the throat of a person, blood flowed out, and the person fell powerlessly to the ground.

But the next moment a sword was slashed on Jing Ke's back, and the flesh and blood were ripped apart.

Jing Ke's face turned pale, he turned around and swept away the crowd with his sword, gritted his teeth, and stabbed out with his sword again.

The body of the sword was submerged in the light of the sword, so I couldn't see it clearly, I only knew that several people were killed as the swords passed by.

Jing Ke fought with the guards for a long time, while Gai Nie at the side never intervened, but stood aside and watched.

When the fight was over, Jing Ke spat out a mouthful of blood, but all the guards had already fallen to the ground.

He laughed dryly, the wound on his body split and blood flowed on the ground.

The blazing sun is in the sky.

He took out a small wine gourd from his arms, opened the lid with his thumb, put it near his mouth, and raised his head to take a sip.

Swallowing the strong drink, he stood staggeringly and looked at Gai Nie aside.

With a smile, he raised his sword: "Come on."

Ge Nie raised the sword in his hand: "Why did you do all this?"

He doesn't understand.

Jing Ke laughed, "Why..."

The voice stopped, and he couldn't speak clearly.

but.

He grinned and opened his blood-stained mouth: "There are so many reasons for a person to live forever?"

Isn't it enough not to break one's trust and not betray one's righteousness?

The blade in his hand was slightly slanted, and he made a sword posture.

Forcing the inner breath, the meridians seemed to be torn open, and the whole body seemed to be trembling in pain.

He put the sword in front of him, pointing at Gai Nie: "Brother Gai, be careful."

Gai Nie's sword was full of sword energy, and the sword in front of him forced him to deal with it with full concentration.

It should have been only a moment, when the two swords passed by, Jing Ke's figure disappeared, and reappeared, rushing to Gai Nie.

The bloody sword in his hand seemed to be a longer dagger, it slashed across the blade of the long sword in Ge Nie's hand, and a spark was wiped between the two swords.

Sparks made the two of them light up, and the blood line reached Ge Nie's throat, but stopped at the last moment.

Gai Nie's sword slashed across Jing Ke's chest.

"prick!"

After one breath, the winner has been decided.

Jing Ke leaned on Gai Nie's sword, the sword in his hand trembled and clanked.

A crack opened at the edge of the sword, the crack burst open, and the sword was broken from it.

"Dang." The broken sword fell to the ground, and Jing Ke's hand also dropped powerlessly.

Warm blood remained on Gai Nie's hand, Jing Ke raised his head to look at Gai Nie, and laughed hoarsely.