Until the long sword came close to Gu Nan's back, she still stood there holding Wuge. Vertex Novel Updates Fastest
Before the sword fell, the wind of the sword rolled over it first, curling up the corner of the white robe. The blade seemed to be distorted in the sweeping sword energy, and passed the distance between the two at an extremely fast speed.
The corner of Gu Nan's mouth curled into a smile, and the hand holding the black sword moved.
The clear sword light was fleeting, and no one could see clearly.
Standing in the distance, Chi Lian and Bai Feng just felt the figure in the white robe shake in their eyes, and their eyes flickered.
Wei Zhuang's sword stopped, and the swirling wind of the sword dissipated, and his sword hadn't touched Gu Nan yet.
But a slender sword was already on his shoulder, and the cool blade had reflections.
He didn't see clearly how the sword came out of its sheath, but he only knew that the sword had been put there and stopped when he saw clearly.
A fallen leaf that was swept up by the sword wind fell at this moment, drifted past the two of them, and split into two evenly.
Chi Lian stared blankly at the courtyard, his mouth slightly opened. Bai Feng stared at the sword placed on Wei Zhuang's shoulder, staring blankly.
They are all good players themselves, and in their eyes, Wei Zhuang's swordsmanship is already rare in the world. There should be only a handful of people in this world who can surpass him in swordsmanship.
But the white-robed man standing in front of the hall just used his sword and broke Wei Zhuang's sword.
And it was a sword that was so fast that they couldn't see it clearly. Without seeing any sword skills, it was as if they were simply drawing out the sword.
Are all the disciples of Guigu so scary
Chi Lian and Bai Feng thought to themselves that even after many years they met another member of the Guigu sect, it was because of this sword that they had a lot of shadows.
Gu Nan smiled lightly, looking at the dazed Wei Zhuang in front of him.
Wuge slipped into the sheath, reached out and patted his cheek.
"I have improved a lot in these years, but you still need to practice for a few more years to beat me."
Seeing his senior sister coaxing a child, Wei Zhuang reluctantly put away his sword.
"Ok."
Thinking back to the sword just now, if you practice for a few more years, can you block that sword
"It is rumored that senior brother was the number one swordsman in Qin, it seems to be a rumor." He can guarantee that Ge Nie can't block that sword.
"Xiao Nie?" Gu Nan said with a smile while hanging Wuge back on his waist: "His swordsmanship is already very good."
In fact, her swordsmanship is not much better than that of Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie, it should even be said that she may be weaker than them, after all, these two are also rare swordsmanship wizards. However, she has an inner strength that she doesn't even know how far she has reached, which also makes her sword extremely fast.
After hanging up Wuge, Gu Nan raised his head again, looked at Wei Zhuang and asked, "What are you looking for me today?"
"The rebellion of the old Korean prince should be tonight." Speaking of business, Wei Zhuang's expression became serious, although nothing could be seen on his basically expressionless face.
"Tonight." Gu Nan narrowed his eyes: "I see."
"Young Master, the letter has been sent to the old ministers everywhere, just wait for the Young Master to act, and the old ministers from all over the world will definitely respond."
The old man stood in front of Han Cheng, with a bit of excitement in his face. As a veteran of South Korea, he thought that he would never see the day of South Korea's restoration in his life.
Now the day of South Korea's revival is just around the corner, and it doesn't matter if you die in old age.
Han Cheng stood in front of the seat with his back on his back, watching the sunset outside.
The gatekeepers in the courtyard knelt there in armor and holding swords, and manpower had been deployed everywhere in the city. Just wait until nightfall, and attack and seize the city at night.
He seemed to be hesitating a bit, and asked in a low voice to the old man behind him, "So, can Korea succeed?"
"Young Master." The old man looked at Han Cheng firmly, nodded his head: "Korean Kecheng!"
"Yes." Nodding his head, Han Cheng tidied up his clothes.
"Come on."
The waiters on both sides came up with the armor in their hands, and hung the armor on Han Cheng's body.
A maid half-kneeled in front of Han Cheng, holding a long sword in both hands with her head lowered.
Han Cheng lowered his head and looked at the long sword, which was his brother's sword.
Stretching out his hand to hold the sword in his hand, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the disciples kneeling in the courtyard. He took a few steps forward, the armor on his body was a little heavy, he didn't know martial arts, so he walked a little bumpy.
It was already night outside, and the torches were lit in the courtyard, and the firelight illuminated the swords in the courtyard, bringing a chilly coolness.
Han Cheng's hand was on the hilt of the sword, and with the sound of gold and iron rubbing, the long sword was pulled out from the scabbard and lifted up obliquely.
Looking around, Han Cheng took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Return to Korea."
"yes!"
The doorman stood up.
Xinzheng's night was lit by flames.
There were chaotic sounds in the night, there were footsteps, and there was the sound of armor colliding. The light of the fire illuminated the mid-air, hiding the twilight of the stars and the moon.
On a pavilion, Chi Lian stood beside Wei Zhuang, looking at the flames in the street, he didn't know what kind of expression he had in his eyes, and his lips lightened: "Korean."
Wei Zhuang watched silently, watching the fire ignite, waiting for the fire to disappear.
South Korea has long since ceased to exist, and its remains should have been washed away by the big waves.
At the place where the fire did not shine, at the gate of Xinzheng, an army stopped. Standing there seems to be silent, the black armor is hidden in the night, the armor on the face shows a fierce look, and the pairs of black and white pupils under the armor are looking at the end of the street.
The sound of horses' hooves came, and a white-robed general stood in front of the black-armored army holding a bright silver spear, and grabbed the reins.
The black horse seemed to have sensed something, and its hooves stepped restlessly on the stone slabs of the street.
Han Cheng got on his horse and sat on the horse's back.
The old man came to him on horseback: "My lord, the old ministers began to attack the barracks, the general's mansion and the palace respectively. You can take the city wall to clean up the defenses in the city."
Han Cheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the hilt of the sword was a little cold in his hand, and nodded: "Okay!"
"Walk!"
The veteran was riding on a horse, and behind him were soldiers from the State of Qin standing at various corners of the street.
Seeing the flame rushing towards him, he raised his hand, and Chang Ge dropped, pointing forward.
In the light of the fire, a group of doormen in armor walked through the street, but they saw something standing at the end of the street. The cold light was reflected from the blade in the dark, and the disciples rushing in front wanted to stop, but they couldn't.
As the veteran's hand fell, there was a sound of killing.
The silence of the night was broken abruptly, shouts came from the streets, and the flames lit up.
People were awakened by the sound and saw the chaotic figures outside the window, as well as the occasional sound of swords clashing. Instead of looking, they locked the doors and windows and hid at home.
A child in a hut by the street opened the window and looked outside curiously. But then the adults in the family stretched out their hands to cover their eyes, pulled them back into the room, and closed the window.