Wandering Sword Seller's Life in the Qin Dynasty

Watching the two men's actions, Xu Qing's expression remained unchanged; he simply raised his hand and waved casually.

In an instant, two crisp clanging sounds rang out, and the longswords in the hands of the two guards fell to the ground. Immediately afterward, their bodies went limp and they collapsed to the ground, lifeless, their fate unknown.

The more nonchalant and calm it seems, the more apprehensive it becomes.

Xiang Liang and Xiang Bo's expressions grew increasingly grim, and a chill ran through them.

In recent days, my father has suffered countless assassination attempts by the Luo Wang organization, and is now seriously injured and bedridden, all thanks to the Luo Wang organization; moreover, countless personal guards have died tragically at the hands of Luo Wang assassins.

Therefore, the two brothers stayed by their father's side day and night, and the defenses in the camp were extremely tight.

Even so, the people from Luo Wang still managed to break in, and the person in front of them was more mysterious and unpredictable than any Luo Wang assassin they had ever met before.

This means that his strength is far more terrifying than those assassins.

Clearly, they completely ignored Xu Qing's words and remained convinced that he was the assassin sent by Luo Wang.

Just as the Xiang brothers were filled with apprehension, Xiang Yan on the bed also stared intently at Xu Qing.

He was a first-rate expert. Otherwise, he would not have been able to survive the repeated assassinations by the Luo Wang, nor would he have been able to detect Xu Qing's faint aura. Even though Xu Qing did not deliberately hide it, being able to perceive this aura was already extraordinary.

"Who are you? If you're not a Luo Wang assassin, why did you infiltrate my camp?" Xiang Yan's voice was still weak, but it carried an undeniable authority. His gaze was like a sharp sword, fixed on Xu Qing.

Xu Qing remained calm, as if the attacks from the two guards were nothing more than fleeting clouds to him, and he had not taken them to heart.

His gaze remained fixed on Xiang Yan as he slowly spoke, his voice calm yet carrying immense power: "I have come here because I made a promise to the King of Qin: to take your head, Xiang Yan!"

One sentence exploded in the tent like a thunderclap, making Xiang Liang and Xiang Bo's eardrums buzz.

The two men's expressions changed drastically, their eyes instantly surging with overwhelming anger and killing intent. They shouted angrily, "Arrogant fools! How dare you utter such nonsense!"

"Guards!" Xiang Liang shouted sharply, his voice piercing through the tents and echoing throughout the central army.

In an instant, the tent curtain was flung open, and dozens of heavily armored guards carrying weapons filed in, instantly surrounding Xu Qing.

Dozens of crossbow bolts were aimed at the tent from outside, their arrowheads gleaming coldly. As soon as Xiang Liang gave the order, Xu Qing would be met with an extremely resolute killing intent.

Chapter 352 Taking the Enemy General's Head Amidst a Sea of ​​Troops

Why did it come to this?

Feeling the murderous intent coming from all directions, Xu Qing sighed softly.

"I came here in good faith to ask for your head, but your attitude really displeases me."

This makes it sound as if Xiang Yan was obligated to hand over his head.

You must understand that giving up your head is tantamount to giving up your life.

No one would accept such a thing.

Especially since the person in front of him was a Qin citizen.

As expected, after Xu Qing said these words, Xiang Liang and Xiang Bo became even more furious.

"Kill him!"

A sharp shout rang out, and in an instant, crossbow bolts swept towards Xu Qing.

Xu Qing's expression remained unchanged. Just as the crossbow bolts were about to strike his body, his body suddenly became blurred, blending with the light and dust, blunting the sharpness, and untangling the knots. In an instant, Xu Qing's body "transformed" again, and the arrows passed through his body and fell directly into empty space.

Upon seeing this, Xiang Liang and his brother Xiang Bo's expressions changed drastically.

From Xu Qing's earlier effortless dispatch of several of Xiang Yan's personal guards to this incredibly bizarre method, the assassins who came today are truly unprecedented experts.

Even so, they would not stand idly by and watch their father be killed in the central army camp, under the protection of thousands of soldiers.

Xiang Liang immediately drew his sword from his waist and thrust it at Xu Qing. The sword flashed fiercely, accompanied by a whistling sound, clearly indicating that he was using his full strength.

Xiang Bo followed closely behind, his long sword aimed directly at Xu Qing's vitals. The two, one on the left and one on the right, cooperated perfectly, each move deadly.

However, Xu Qing's body remained in that illusory state, and their swords easily missed their mark.

The light shimmered and shimmered, and Xu Qing's body reformed on the other side.

Seeing Xiang Liang and Xiang Bo continue charging forward, Xu Qing flicked his fingers in mid-air.

A thunderclap in the blink of an eye.

Click!

Both swords broke at the same time, and then Xiang Liang and Xiang Bo were also struck as if by a heavy blow and sent flying.

"Liang'er, Bo'er!"

Upon seeing this scene, Xiang Yan, lying on the bed, immediately became furious.

If it weren't for his severe injuries, forcing him to lie in bed, Xiang Yan would have loved to fight Xu Qing for eight hundred rounds with his sword.

It can only be said that Xu Qing still failed to fully understand people's hearts, otherwise he would have told Xiang Yan that she was overthinking things. Someone like her couldn't even last eight rounds, let alone eight hundred.

Even in dreams, it's not done that way.

After seeing Xiang Liang and Xiang Bo fly out.

The rest of Xiang Yan's personal guards also rushed over one after another.

As a result, before he could even get close to Xu Qing, he was thrown into the air and fell to the ground.

Xu Qing's body flashed, and he appeared in front of Xiang Yan. Looking at Xiang Yan, whose eyes were bloodshot and who was furious to the extreme, he calmly said, "I don't know, have you thought it through? If you are willing to obediently offer up your head, I can spare the lives of your two sons!"

Perhaps because Xu Qing mentioned his son, Xiang Yan gradually calmed down. He looked at Xu Qing and understood that it would be extremely difficult to defeat him, but surrendering was obviously impossible.

The only hope right now is to hold out until reinforcements arrive.

The commotion has already spread, and more guards and soldiers will soon arrive here. At that time, he may still have a chance to survive. Moreover, although he is seriously injured and bedridden, it does not mean that he has no ability to fight back.

He quietly grasped the hilt of the Owl-Turtle Sword.

Then, feigning composure, he said to Xu Qing, "I, Xiang Yan, have spent my life fighting on the battlefield, killing countless enemies. I have long since disregarded life and death. If you want to take my head, then come and take it. But there is one thing I don't understand. Since you are not a Luo Wang assassin, why are you helping the Qin state? The Qin state is ambitious and treacherous, destroying the six states and harming the people. Aren't you afraid of divine retribution for aiding and abetting evil?"

Xu Qing noticed some of Xiang Yan's subtle movements but didn't point them out. He knew Xiang Yan was probably stalling for time, but he didn't take it to heart. He didn't mind answering Xiang Yan's question, his tone calm and unwavering: "Divine retribution? I've never believed in fate, much less divine retribution. Qin's destruction of Chu was an inevitable trend, beyond our control. My assistance to Qin wasn't to aid the wicked; I simply didn't want to see 300,000 Qin soldiers die in vain, nor did I want to see the people of Chu suffer the ravages of war again. Xiang Yan, you dedicated your life to Chu, loyal and admirable, but ultimately you couldn't stop the tide of history."

"An inevitable trend?" Xiang Yan sneered, his eyes filled with resentment and indignation. "What inevitable trend? It's nothing but Qin's ambition! How can the people of Chu allow Qin to slaughter us? Even if I, Xiang Yan, die, I will never let Qin easily crush Chu!"

As he spoke, hurried footsteps came from outside.

Xiang Yan immediately knew that her opportunity had come.

He let out a sharp shout, wielding the Owl-Turtle Sword. The heavy sword energy pierced the air and swept towards Xu Qing in front of him. At the same time, many of Xiang Yan's personal guards attacked from all directions, heading towards Xu Qing.

Previously, assassins from the Luo Wang organization, including those of the highest rank, had come to Xiang Yan's location several times, but had failed to succeed and instead perished here themselves.

Besides the heavy guards surrounding Xiang Yan, Xiang Yan himself was also a master.

Although he is still recovering from serious injuries, he still has the strength to deliver one or two blows.

A blurry black tortoise flew out from the Owl-Tortoise Sword and blocked Xiang Yan's way. At the same time, the guards, armed with weapons, attacked Xu Qing, while others went towards Xiang Yan, preparing to take her away from this place.

After so many assassination attempts, Xiang Yan had gained experience and developed a complete set of countermeasures.

Unfortunately, his methods were still ineffective when facing Xu Qing.

"Certainly!"

Xu Qing spoke softly, and Xiang Yan's personal guards seemed to be stuck in a swamp, unable to move forward even an inch.

This technique is quite similar to the "loss of color in heaven and earth" of the Taoist Heavenly Sect. The Heavenly Sect's "loss of color in heaven and earth" can cause the surrounding world to lose its color and become stagnant. The corresponding technique is the "rejuvenation of all things" of the Human Sect. The technique that Xu Qing is using now is a technique of the Yin-Yang School, but it is even more powerful.

Even Xiang Jun, an elder of the Yin Yang School, would have his powers silently sealed and be unable to move when faced with such methods, let alone Xiang Yan's personal guards.

After easily dealing with these people, Xu Qing looked at the illusory image of the Xuan Turtle in front of him.

"It's such a pity that such a famous sword has been covered in dust!"

As he spoke, Xiang Yan suddenly noticed the sword in his hand vibrating and trembling. In the next instant, it flew directly out of his hand and towards the person in front of him.

Xu Qing raised his hand, grasped the Owl-Turtle Sword, looked at the utterly horrified Xiang Yan, and calmly said, "It is fate that this sword fell into your hands, but today, I have no choice but to end this fate."

"Who exactly are you?"

Upon discovering that Xu Qing had easily snatched the sword from his hand, and that Xu Qing's words seemed to indicate that he recognized the sword and had some connection to it, Xiang Yan was shocked and asked a question.

"This sword was forged by me!"

Xu Qing spoke calmly, and in the next instant, amidst the horrified gazes of Xiang Yan's personal guards, those who had arrived one after another, and Xiang Yan himself, the person involved, he wielded the Owl-Turtle Sword. This sword was heavy, but it was not simply a defensive sword. Although it could unleash sword energy to conjure a black tortoise, forming a powerful shell to block enemy attacks, as a sword without the "non-killing" attribute, it could still kill.

In Xu Qing's hands, the sword's power far surpassed that in Xiang Yan's hands, and it was immediately unleashed to its fullest potential.

An ancient, black tortoise flew out of the sword and headed towards Xiang Yan. As it approached Xiang Yan, it opened its mouth.

The turtle bit me!

In the next instant, the black tortoise transformed into a sword aura.

At the same time, a thin thread appeared in Xiang Yan's throat.

Click!

The sound of bones cracking rang out, and Xiang Yan's mouth moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Its head fell, and scarlet blood gushed out like a spring. But before Xiang Yan's head could hit the ground, it was pulled by a strange force and flew into Xu Qing's empty left hand.

"General!"

"General!"

Seeing this, Xiang Yan's personal guards who had rushed to the central army camp finally realized what was happening.

As if they hadn't seen what had happened to the people before them, they charged towards Xu Qing one after another, wanting to kill Xu Qing to avenge Xiang Yan, and even more so, to take back Xiang Yan's head.

"The person is already dead, so what's the point of all this?"

Xu Qing spoke softly, and gently swung the sword in his hand.

Like wheat ears blown by the wind, these guards of Xiang Yan fell to the ground one after another.

Then, Xu Qing lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his figure instantly vanished, heading towards the entrance of the camp.

As he stepped outside, he heard hurried footsteps approaching, and a dark mass of guards surged in from all directions like a tide, each wielding a weapon and their expressions filled with extreme grief and indignation.

The fighting and commotion inside the tent had already spread far and wide. They rushed over with all their might, but they were too late. As soon as they arrived at the tent entrance, they caught sight of the blood-stained head in Xu Qing's hand, and Xiang Yan's headless corpse on the bed inside the tent.

"General!"

A heart-wrenching cry pierced the sky. The head of the guards had bloodshot eyes, his long sword clenched so tightly it cracked, and tears mixed with rage gushed from his eyes.