The time has just entered, and the bright moon is already hanging high!

The delicate carriage crisscrosses the city, heading towards his mansion, all the way, there is silence, the lights are not visible, only endless darkness, and the extreme eye can vaguely perceive one or two beautiful sounds in the Dongcheng District.

Shaking his head gently, this is today's South Korea, surrounded by enemy countries outside, and powerful ministers at home, at the moment of crisis, instead of working hard, they are becoming more and more degenerate, and those in power are like this, what can the people do?

In the car, Han Fei frowned, and was engrossed in playing with a small wooden box, walking out of Qianlong Hall, all the way, thinking about how to open this wooden box.

In the Qianlong Hall, you can see its origin at a glance, the real name of this wooden box is called Xuanmu Tianbao Box, which is composed of seven seven and forty-nine rectangular wooden strips, once closed, it is natural.

It is said that each piece of wood is restrained by each other according to the vertical and horizontal way, the so-called pull a hair and move the whole body, the person who knows the way to open it effortlessly, and there is no way to start if you don't know.

Of course, there is also the most straightforward method, that is, to split the wooden box with an axe, however, such an arrogant approach is not what Han Fei wants, and it is even more insulting to himself.

Moreover, for its opening method, I have seen it in the library of the small sage village, for hundreds of years, Confucianism has collected hundreds of classics, except for the Zhou king's storage room, the small sage village is the place where the literature gathers.

Although the owner of this wooden box has a lot of background, as far as he knows, he ...... It seems that he has been waiting for himself in the city for a long time, and now in Xinzheng, all he can wait for is himself.

Looking at it over and over, he took his finger and kept clicking on the wooden box, slowly, slowly, the smile on Han Fei's face became more and more prosperous, but with a hundred and ten breaths, a crisp sound burst out with the wooden box in his hand, and all the vertical and horizontal wooden strips shifted, as if the middle door was opened.

Smiled lightly again, lifted the lid of the wooden box, and the things inside floated straight in the depths of his eyes, and a pale golden light loomed.

I don't lack this thing!

But with his intuition and eyesight, the things that can be put into this wooden box are absolutely extraordinary, perhaps, he hasn't figured out anything yet, and there must be something that he has missed.

******

At the same time, on the other side, Zhou Qing also walked out of Qianlong Hall, shrouded by spiritual sense, ignoring the traces of Yan Dan and Dongjun, locked on Jing Ke, waved his hand to avoid the carriage prepared by Qianlong Hall, and walked into the depths of Xinzheng City with an inky black heavy sword in his hand.

Jing Ke, just a swordsman in troubled times who doesn't know the general trend, in the future life, may have some reputation, but at best he is just a dangerous social element who values righteousness, maybe kill Jing Ke now, and there will be A Ke in the future.

However, on top of this, there is another point that Zhou Qing thinks is more important, as the bloodline inherited from Yingzheng, since he likes Gongsun Li, then he will give him a flawless Gongsun Li.

Ying Zheng has not been established so far, and he has buried the tragic introduction of the old Qin people, so maybe there will be changes, yes, Gongsun Li is a patriot, but he will be a person of Zhuxia in the future.

The incomparably strong spiritual power spread, and Jing Ke's traces in the city were manifested, and he did not get into the carriage prepared by the Qianlong Hall, but directly and tactfully, crossed the city wall, and went straight to the outside of Xinzheng.

"Well, he sensed danger?"

Restrained the breath of his body, only a faint spiritual sense shrouded, the gods melted the heavens and the earth naturally, and it was difficult to find himself unless he was close to his own cultivation, but now Jing Ke's movements undoubtedly showed that it seemed that he had developed his own existence.

In other words, he sensed the danger, thinking of this, Zhou Qing smiled slightly, a little interesting, I haven't seen him for a year, even if the other party's cultivation is refined, the spiritual sense is so powerful, it is even more incredible.

That is to say, the Wind Resisting Body Method operates, flying in the air, since the other party has sensed the danger, then he will give him the danger, the cultivation of the innate realm, after dozens of breaths, is under the moonlight, find the traces of the other party.

With the swing of the heavy sword, a thick sword qi burst out, falling from the air, and slashing directly towards Jing Ke!

"Who are you?"

A few miles away from Xinzheng City, there are already some low hills all over, thick trees on both sides of the road, under the reflection of the bright moon overhead, Jing Ke's body moved, directly avoiding the sword qi falling in the air, the cold light was shining, a long sword in his hand, his body was tense, and he looked at a certain place behind him.

Didn't give him nonsense, a quick solution is the right thing!

Raising his hand, there was another sword qi with more powerful power, the sword light was differentiated, one corner was six, and the method of sealing Jing Ke's vacancy and movement, each sword qi was enough to severely damage the martial artist at the peak of the innate peak.

However, after three breaths, Zhou Qing's eyes flashed, and he dodged his two attacks in a row, and his body style looked very good, although his strength was still some distance from the innate peak, but with the blessing of this body method, it was difficult to say that his combat power was not good.

Again and again, I won't give him time again!

The next step was taken, the ink-black heavy sword in his hand was inserted into the earth, his hands turned tactfully, and the mighty power in his body came out, and he shot out with one palm, completely sealing the void of heaven and earth, and the pressure in the ten regions was surging.

The violent palm force invaded, this time, no matter how Jing Ke moved, no matter how dazzling the protective body Xuanguang around his body was, he couldn't move for half a minute, and he sensed the domineering palm print in front of him, and he definitely had the ability to erase himself.

The sword in his hand trembled, since he cultivated the Huluo Sword Technique, his strength has improved rapidly, is it possible that he is going to fall here today, and the voice and appearance of the master, senior brother, and junior sister flashed like lightning in his mind.

A trace of resoluteness flashed on his handsome and uninhibited face, his fingers quickly moved around his body, the true qi in his body was boiling, he held a sword in one hand, and spurted essence blood from his mouth, this set of Nie Zheng's swordsmanship, which was inherited two hundred years ago, may be gone today.

But he was never willing to die like this, his spiritual sense was integrated into the essence and blood, blessed the sword body, his mind and spirit were one, and he forcibly improved his realm and combat power, ten times the previous attack power, and the bright sword light crossed and touched the palm print that rushed to him.

Burst!

One blow to the collision, there is no resistance, the sword light is worn out, the body is impacted by the violent force, the whole body is cracked, the seven orifices are shocked, the blood is flowing, the whole body is pale, although it is not dead, but the foundation does not exist, it is already a wasted person, and naturally there is no resistance.

One step forward, sensing Jing Ke's vitality was still there, and a palm was blatantly punched out!

"I didn't think I'd be a step too late!"

In an instant, a brighter sword light flew from a distance, like an arrow from a string, no, even an arrow from a string, directly a sword light slashed towards Lu Qing's palm print, and his body stood horizontally in front of Jing Ke.

Perceiving Jing Ke's current situation, he couldn't help but sigh, and in a flash, the violent momentum around his body flowed, and the assassin who belonged to the level of the god was prominent, and a sword stabbed at Zhou Qing, and at the same time rolled Jing Ke away.