Jing Ke was chasing Ying Zheng when he suddenly heard Meng Tian’s shouts and turned around suddenly. Seeing Meng Tian holding a bamboo slip and using it as a short sword, he attacked him.

Ying Zheng hid behind the thick cylinder, half-stretched his head, and looked at Mrs. Xu's dagger in Jingye with vigilance.

The blue color of the Dagger is revealed with a little green luster, like the fangs of a poisonous tongue. At this time, without reminding the ministers, Ying Zheng could understand in his heart that the dagger was covered with blood-threatening venom.

Meng Tian originally thought that Jing Ke was very skilled in martial arts, and even if he was not a top-notch master, he should at least be a top-notch master. When he was stabbing the bamboo slips in front, Meng Tian kept a careful look and kept a distance from Jing Ke, and did not rashly bully him.

The dagger in Jingye's hand made Meng Tian extremely afraid.

"Damn Qin Dog!"

Jing Ke screamed, held the dagger in his hand, and stabbed forward hard, trying to repel Meng Tian. This assassination of the King of Qin lost his suddenness. When Ying Zheng reacted, Jing Ke would never have a chance again.

"The traitor of Yan State, where can I leave!"

At this time, Meng Tian could not retreat. Fortunately, the bamboo slips in his hand were thick enough. After Jing Ke's dagger was cut, only a circle of bamboo pieces fell off.

After three or two rounds, Jing Ke's dagger assassination technique only took a few moves back and forth, and Meng Tian quickly found out Jing Ke's background.

Jing Ke, a well-known assassin in the late Warring States Period, was very calm and courageous in the face of the Qin monarch and ministers, but Meng Tian did not really appreciate Jing Ke's martial arts.

Meng Tian holds a bamboo slip in his hand, and Jing Jie holds the sharp Madam Xu dagger in his hand, but he is unable to break through Meng Tian's defense for a long time.

Meng Tian blocked Jing Ke, and Jing Ke was unable to pursue Ying Zheng for the time being. Ying Zheng, behind the pillar, breathed a sigh of relief and slowly came to his senses.

His highness's ministers also quietly exclaimed. If Meng Tian did not go forward to protect the emperor, the ministers in the hall would have to go forward to show their loyalty and fight with the traitors of Yan's country with bare hands.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Jing Ke's face became more anxious and his breath became a little disordered. Meng Tian grabbed one of Jing Ke's flaws, waved the blade of the dagger with a bamboo slip, clamped the dagger, and kicked forward with his right leg.

Jing Ke did not expect that Meng Tian’s kung fu could be used with both hands and feet. At this time, martial arts was still in the primitive stage, and Meng Tian beat him up unexpectedly.

With a "dong", Jing Ke fell back about five steps, rolled back a few times, and landed on the edge of the pillar at the other end of the hall. He suppressed his dizziness, supported himself with his left hand, and leaned against the pillar.

At this time, Ying Zheng walked out from behind the pillar with confidence and boldness, his eyes fixed on Jing Ke, with a complicated expression.

"King, be careful!"

Suddenly, Jing Ke's right hand suddenly raised and waved forward forcefully. A green light shot towards him and headed straight for Ying Zheng's position.

It was a long time to say that, and at that time, while Meng Tian threw out the bamboo slips in his hand, Ying Zheng suddenly jumped to the right, avoiding the direction where the dagger flew.

Mrs. Xu's dagger collided with the bamboo slips in the air and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound of "dangdang" like a drum, knocking on the hearts of the Qin monarchs and ministers.

With a "clang", Ying Zheng finally pulled out the long sword he was wearing, rushed forward and stabbed Jing Ke several swords one after another. Ying Zheng's kung fu was not bad, and he was very quick in his anger. He didn't kill Jing Ke with one sword, as if he wanted to vent his anger in his heart.

"Why are you coming to assassinate me?"

Ying Zheng held up the long sword in his hand, pointing directly to Jing Ke's nose, and the warm blood dripped along the golden bronze sword body toward the point of the sword, like a heavy raindrop on the eaves, ticking on the floor of Xianyang Palace.

At this time, the eyes of the ministers fell on Jing Ke one after another, breathing, fearing that they would disturb Ying Zheng's questioning.

The doctor Xia Wuqi, who rushed over after hearing the news, held the medicine box in his hand and his ears were raised high, waiting for Ying Zheng's summons at any time.

Meng Tian stood behind Ying Zheng and watched all this silently. Jing Ke assassinated the King of Qin. The final outcome is both in Ying Zheng's hands, but also in how Jing Ke performs. Meng Tian noticed that Ying Zheng's body trembled slightly, as if he was resisting the urge to kill Jing Ke with one sword.

No matter who he was suddenly assassinated from close range, chased in a mess, the anger in his heart was probably not understood by others. What's more, as the king of a country, Ying Zheng walked around the pillars in front of his ministers, almost unable to draw his sword, and he seemed even more shameless.

"Hahaha······"

The hope of assassinating Ying Zheng was completely shattered, and Jing Ke gave up his struggle, leaned against the copper pillar, crossed his legs, and smiled with his legs.

"Why should I kill you? Haha, you slaughter Zhao and destroy Han, destroy the people and the country, and everyone in the world wants to kill you. I, Jing Ke, are not doing it today, you are lucky, hateful and hateful..."

Jing Ke coughed a few times one after another, and the blood from the wound was drained of his vitality. He lamented in his heart that the assassins in the future wanted to assassinate Ying Zheng, and there was no chance to get close to the King of Qin like this.

Once you are bitten by a snake, Ying Zheng will definitely be able to guard against people from the six countries.

"Hmph, what kind of virtue do you have that can represent the people of the world?"

Meng Tian glanced at Jing Ke with contempt. He was most disgusted in his life and said that he would speak to others. The image of Jing Ke, the great assassin, had completely broken down in Meng Tian's mind. His martial arts skills were not good, and he didn't even practice the skills of an assassin well. What's the difference between a lack of strength and a reckless man?

"You have just received the favor of Prince Dan. You have received Prince Dan's gifts all year round and cannot repay you. Only your life is worthwhile. Now it is called "to open your eyes to the world, and I feel sad for you."

Meng Tian's eyes showed a pity. This kind of gaze made Jing Ke feel very uncomfortable. He once looked at a wounded yellow dog with such a gaze.

"Prince Dan raises you like a dog. When he shakes the reins, you will rush forward with a grin. Even if the person ahead is Yao and Shun, you will go up and take a bite. Your assassination is obviously just for Prince Dan's glory and wealth, so why not talk about the ambition of the people in the world..."

When Jing Ke heard Meng Tian’s scolding, he felt a little uncomfortable. Meng Tian’s words were right. In Prince Dan’s eyes, he might just be a dog raised.

"Ha ha······"

At this time, Ying Zheng took back his sword and smiled at the sky: "Ji Dan, Ji Dan, you are so unforgettable to me! I have been competing with a dog for so long."

Ying Zheng waved his hand, and the warriors rushed in outside the hall, holding long halberds, surrounded Jing Ke.

The sound of the halberd blade stabbing into the human body echoing in the hall for a long time...
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