For a Prosperous World

Until the long sword drew behind Gu Nan, she still stood there holding Wuge.

The sword hadn't fallen yet, the sword wind rolled over first and rolled up the robe's horn. The blade of the sword swept across the gap between the two at a very fast speed.

There was a smile on Gu Nan's mouth, and the hand holding the black sword was moving.

Qingming's Jianguang flickered, and no one saw anything clearly.

Standing in the distance, Chi Lian and Bai Feng just felt that the figure in the white robe shook a bit, and the eyes were bright and dark.

Wei Zhuang's sword stopped, and the rolling sword wind spread, and his sword had not touched Gu Nan.

But a long and slender sword had already crossed his shoulder, and the icy blade was reflective.

He didn't see how the sword came out of the sheath, only he knew that the sword had been put there and stopped when he saw it clearly.

At this time, a fallen leaf rolled up by the sword wind fell down, drifted past the two of them, and split into two halves flatly.

Chilian stared blankly at the courtyard, her mouth slightly open. Bai Feng stared at the sword on Wei Zhuang's shoulder.

They themselves can be regarded as good hands, in their eyes Wei Zhuang's swordplay has been considered rare in the world. The number of people who can surpass him in swordplay in this world should be few.

But the white robe man standing in front of the church just used a sword and broke Wei Zhuang's sword.

And it was almost a sword that they could see clearly, without seeing any swordsmanship, it was like simply pulling out a sword.

Are the gatekeepers of Ghost Valley so terrible?

Chi Lian and Bai Feng secretly thought that even after many years they met another Guigumen who also had a shadow because of this sword.

Gu Nan smiled softly, looking at the dull Wei Zhuang in front of her.

Without a sheath, he reached out and patted his cheek.

"It has improved a lot over the years, but you still have to practice for a few more years to beat me."

Seeing Shi Shi's appearance coaxing a child, Wei Zhuang reluctantly put away his sword.

"Ok."

Looking back at the sword just now, if you practice for a few more years, can you stop that sword?

"Brother Gaiden was the first swordsman of Qin State, and it seems to be a rumor." He can guarantee that Gai Nie could not block the sword.

"Xiao Nie?" Gu Nan said with a smile while hanging Wuge back to his waist. "His swordsmanship is already very good."

In fact, her swordsmanship is not much stronger than Wei Zhuang and Gainie. It should even be said that they may be weaker than them. After all, these two are also rare swordsmanship wizards. However, she has a body that she has no idea what kind of internal cultivation she has reached, which also makes her sword extremely fast.

Hanging up the grid, Gu Nan looked up again and looked at Wei Zhuang and asked, "What are you doing here for me today?"

"The rebellion of the old lord of South Korea is tonight." Speaking of business, Wei Zhuang's look became serious, although nothing could be seen on his face, which was almost expressionless.

"Tonight." Gu Nan narrowed his eyes. "I see."

"My son, I have called the book to the old ministers all over the place. Just waiting for the young son to act, the old ministers everywhere will respond together."

The old man stood in front of Han Cheng with a bit of excitement in his complexion. As an old Korean minister, he could not see the day of the reunification of Korea for this life.

Today, the resurgence of South Korea is just around the corner, and the elderly will die.

Han Cheng stood in front of his seat with his back on his back, watching the sunset twilight outside.

The doormen in the courtyard, wearing armour and knives, knelt there, and manpower had been deployed everywhere in the city. Just wait into the night, night raid to capture the city.

He seemed a little hesitant, and whispered to the old man behind him, "So, is South Korea possible?"

"My son." The old man looked at Han Cheng firmly and nodded: "Korea can be successful!"

"Yes." Nodded, Han Cheng sorted his clothes.

"Come here."

The waiters on both sides came up holding the armor and hung it on Han Cheng's body.

A maid half-knelt in front of Han Cheng, holding a long sword in both hands and lowering her head.

Han Cheng lowered his head and looked at the long sword, which was his sabre of his brother.

Reaching out to hold the sword in his hand, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the doorman kneeling in the courtyard. He walked a few steps forward, his body armor was a bit heavy, and he was not able to learn martial arts, and walked a little bumpy.

It was night at night, and a torch was lit in the courtyard. The fire light illuminated the sword in the courtyard with the coldness of Mori.

Han Cheng's hand was held on the hilt of the sword, and with the sound of a friction of gold and iron, the sword was pulled out of the scabbard and lifted obliquely.

Looking around, Han Cheng took a deep breath and said quietly, "Return me to Korea."

"Yes!"

The guest stood up.

The night of Xinzheng was lit by flames.

In the night, there were chaotic sounds, footsteps, and the sound of armor collision. The light of fire illuminated the mid-air, and the glimmer of the stars and moon disappeared.

On a pavilion, Akari stood next to Wei Zhuang, watching the flames in the street, and didn't know what to look in his eyes. His lips lightened: "South Korea."

Wei Zhuang watched silently, watching the fire light up, waiting for the fire light to disappear.

South Korea is long gone, and its body should be washed away by that big wave.

Where the fire was not shining, an army stopped at the gate of Xinzheng. Standing there seemed to be no sound, the black armour was hidden in the night, the armour on his face was a fierce look, and a pair of black and white pupils under the armour looked at the end of the street.

The sound of horseshoes came, and a white robe would stand in front of the Black Armor with a bright silver spear, holding the reins.

The dark horse seemed to feel something, and the horse's hoof stepped restlessly on the street slate.

Han Cheng turned over and sat on the horse.

The old man came to his side on a horse: "My son, the old ministers have begun to break into the barracks, and the palace and the court. The son can take the city wall to defend the city."

Han Cheng swallowed a spit ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The sword handle was cold in his hand, and he nodded: "Okay!"

"go!"

The veteran rode on the horse, and behind them were a number of Qin soldiers standing at various street intersections.

Watching the fire rush, he raised his hand, and Chang Ge dropped and pointed forward.

In the fire, a group of doormen dressed in armor crossed the street, but they seemed to be standing at the end of the street. The blade of light in the dark reflected the cold light, and the doorman who rushed in front wanted to stop, but could not stop.

As the veteran's hand fell, a shout sounded.

The silence of the night was smashed by the Tang suddenly, shouts came from the streets, and the fire was full.

People were awakened by the sound to see the chaotic figures cast outside the window, and the occasional sound of knife strikes, and they locked the doors and windows instead of looking and hid at home.

A child in a small house on the street opened the window and looked curiously outside. But then an adult in the family reached out to cover his eyes, pulled back into the room, and closed the window.