In the Great Qin Dynasty, I, the Unruly Commander, begin by dual-cultivating with Yan Ling Ji.

The young man with the scars on his face traced his fingers along the longsword and chuckled softly.

"Gai Nie, the chief swordsmanship instructor of the Qin state, how does he compare to my Qian Sha?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a hidden arrow suddenly flew out from Qian Sha's sleeve and shot towards Ying Zheng.

Gai Nie snorted coldly and cleaved the sneak attacking arrow with a single sword stroke.

Qian Sha's body suddenly disappeared, and the next second he collided with Gai Nie's longsword.

In an instant, the two had exchanged dozens of sword strikes, their blades clashing. Sparks flew everywhere.

Gai Nie unleashed a heavy sword strike, sending Qian Sha flying backward, a deep, bone-revealing wound appearing on his abdomen.

Gai Nie pointed his sword at Qian Sha and said calmly:

"The so-called top assassin group, the Eight Linglong, is nothing special."

Qian Sha sealed off the surrounding acupoints and meridians, and several poisoned needles flew out.

Gai Nie's sword energy surged, and poison needles flew out. He walked towards Qian Sha with his sword in hand.

"Isn't the Eight Linglong supposed to be a top-tier assassin group? How come they're so weak?" Ying Zheng asked, somewhat puzzled.

Ying Ziqing shook her head and said calmly, "That person hasn't come out yet."

"Who?"

"Top-tier assassin, Black and White Xuanjian."

These Eight Linglong are actually eight people united as one. Each time someone dies, one of their souls dies as well, and the last one to die is Hei Bai Xuan Jian.

At this moment, Li Cunli, dressed in white robes, approached Ying Ziqing with his arms tucked in, and whispered:

"General, the other rats have been dealt with. I've already killed this Qian Sha six times. If he dies one more time, Hei Bai Xuan Jian will appear."

Ying Ziqing nodded slightly and turned to look in the direction of Qian Sha.

Gai Nie plunged his sword into Qian Sha's chest. Just when everyone thought it was all over,

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the long sword stuck in his chest and pulled it out. Qian Sha was suddenly enveloped in wisps of black energy, and a powerful aura forced Gai Nie back several steps. A look of shock appeared in Gai Nie's eyes.

At this moment, the black mist dissipated.

An ordinary-looking middle-aged man appeared in everyone's sight, holding a white sword in his left hand and a black sword in his right, and slowly walked towards Gai Nie.

Gai Nie's pupils contracted. The black sword was for offense, and the white sword was for defense. This was the Black and White Mystic Sword!

At this moment, the aura unleashed by Hei Bai Xuan Jian far surpassed that of Qian Sha, who was at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm, and had reached the peak of the Innate Realm.

Just as Li Cunli was about to make a move, Ying Ziqing stopped him with her hand.

With a flick of his longsword, Gai Nie unleashed his killing move, the Hundred-Step Flying Sword.

Faced with an enemy a level above him, Gai Nie could only hope to strike decisively.

The longsword, propelled by Gai Nie's surging internal energy, transformed into a roaring white dragon that charged towards Xuan Jian.

Xuan Jian's lips curled into a smirk, and he suddenly slashed out with his black sword, knocking the longsword away with a single blow, leaving himself almost unharmed.

Gai Nie was secretly shocked. How come this guy is so much stronger than before?

Just as Gai Nie was preparing for a desperate battle,

A thunderclap suddenly erupted from the ground, a deafening roar resounding above Xuan Jian's head. A bolt of golden lightning struck, and the blazing divine flames of the sun instantly incinerated Xuan Jian's body, turning both Black and White Xuan Jian into ashes.

Gai Nie stood there stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do, while Ying Ziqing took the lead and walked out of the courtyard.

"I'm leaving. Before returning to Xianyang, there's one more place I need to settle."

—The dividing line for fainting and collapsing—

On the official road, Ying Ziqing held Jing Ni in his arms as they rode together on a horse.

Ying Zheng, Li Cunli, and Gai Nie each rode a horse and followed behind.

"General, are we the only ones returning to Xianyang like this?"

Ying Zheng couldn't help but ask.

Ying Ziqing shook her head, but did not speak.

After the group traveled into Qin territory, they arrived at a military camp that was relatively close to the border city.

Ying Ziqing turned to look at Li Cunli and asked calmly:

"is it here?"

"That's right, Commander. Intelligence indicates that Commander Wang Yi is in charge of the defense of this military camp."

The group arrived at the foot of the military camp. Gai Nie threw out a special token, and the guards hurriedly summoned the centurion.

The centurion, wielding a long spear and clad in black armor, opened the gate and knelt before Ying Zheng on one knee, saying:

"Commander Meng Tian greets Your Majesty."

Ying Ziqing, standing to the side, had a sudden thought. So this was Meng Tian, ​​the future Supreme General of Qin.

A hoarse voice came from behind the mask:

"General Meng, are you aware that there are people in this military camp plotting a rebellion to assassinate the King?"

Meng Tian's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice:

"Is this true? If so, I urge Your Majesty to leave this place immediately."

Ying Zheng glanced at Ying Ziqing, and seeing that he did not react at all, he spoke:

"General Meng, please follow me for now."

Meng Tian was about to say something when Wang Yi, the commander of the army camp, led a group of soldiers in black armor over.

He said respectfully, "This humble general, Wang Yi, pays his respects to Your Majesty."

"General Wang, what is your intention in bringing so many black-armored soldiers?" Ying Zheng asked calmly.

Wang Yi said solemnly, "Of course I will protect Your Majesty. I have heard that Your Majesty has been assassinated along the way. I will definitely protect Your Majesty's safety here."

Ying Ziqing gave a cold laugh.

His fiery golden eyes fixed on Wang Yi, and he said mockingly:

"Didn't General Wang want to avenge Lord Wu'an, Bai Qi? Why has he changed his mind and now wants to protect the King Zhou?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Yi's face darkened, and the fake smile on his old face disappeared.

"Very well, how did you know about my plan?"

The black-armored soldiers slowly surrounded them, while the soldiers on the camp walls set up Qin crossbows.

Wang Yi chuckled and said confidently, "Your Majesty, you'd better surrender obediently, and I will guarantee your safety."

Meng Tian pointed his spear at Wang Yi and roared, "How can we, as the ruler and his subjects, commit treason? The King will surely clear your names regarding the matter of Lord Wu'an. Why must we wage war?"

Ying Ziqing spoke:

"General Wang's actions are all for himself. His claim of avenging Lord Wu'an is merely a pretext to incite the soldiers. Am I wrong, General Wang?"

Wang Yi gave a cold smile and remained silent.

Ying Ziqing stretched his body and leaped off the horse.

There were faint arcs of electricity flickering in the back of his eyes.

"Now that the fish has taken the bait, it's time to wrap things up."

Ying Ziqing pressed down with his right hand,

Next second,

Dozens of blazing golden lightning bolts pierced the sky and fell, turning hundreds of black-armored soldiers in sight into ashes.

Wang Yi looked around and saw that there was no one there. His face showed surprise and anger. When did Ying Zheng have such a master by his side?

However, he did not panic too much, as he still had five thousand Black Armor soldiers under his command.

Ying Zheng was ultimately his for the taking.

He retreated to his camp, and more than 5,000 fully equipped black-armored soldiers slowly advanced towards Ying Ziqing and his companions.

Ying Zheng clenched his fists. How could he not be furious that the Black Armor Army, a force of tigers and wolves, had become a tool for Wang Yi's personal gain?

He turned to look at Ying Ziqing, "General, how do we defend against these five thousand elite black-armored soldiers?"

Ying Ziqing's eyes remained calm.

"Resist? No, the next step is slaughter."

He had a thought in his mind,

Suddenly, a powerful and long-lasting horn sounded from the hillside not far away...