"Do you think it's crazy?"

Han Fei refused to comment, but just quietly glanced at the weird man beside him who claimed to be "Yellow Stone".

"If there was a time when people on the stage were so crazy, no one in the world thought they were crazy, what if?"

Huang Shi smiled, added the word "world" to his case file, and then said:

"No one thinks he is crazy, listen to it and believe it. All the land in the world is the land of this young man."

Huangshi's voice was very light, just like his usual lazy and calmness.

But when Han Fei heard this, he suddenly looked up and looked at the boy on the glass platform.

On the glazed platform, Zhao Zheng's finger gently stroked the edge of the long sword.

As Zhao Zheng's fingers slashed across the long sword, the bronze sword seemed to be stained with Zhao Zheng's power.

For a moment, a gust of wind blew in the entire Zixiao Palace.

"This feeling!"

Li Si narrowed his eyes.

The king chooses his ministers, and the ministers chooses his king.

That minister did not want his monarch to be a hero.

Drawing a sword seems to have the power of heaven, which has never been heard of in ancient and modern times.

"Is the power of the emperor?"

Xunzi's long gown was blown by the sword wind, and his eyes were fixed on the boy in front of him.

The long wind blew across the faces of the people in the palace building.

At this time, everyone standing opposite Zhao Zheng also realized that something was wrong.

"Zheng!"

With the sound of the long sword being unsheathed.

Everyone stood out their swords, and the sword tip tore the air.

Its momentum is as fast as the wind and as fast as the thunder.

Nine long swords became a storm and swept towards Zhao Zheng, ten feet away.

At this moment, Zhao Zheng's finger had just scratched the entire sword edge, and he whispered:

"Zheng, the sword he is practicing, the sword of the emperor."

A gentle sound echoed throughout Zixiao Palace, like the sound of heaven rolling.

After saying that, Zhao Zheng gently raised the long sword in his hand.

The bronze long sword seemed to wake up in an instant.

The sword force above the sword edge rises when the wind blows, as if it wants to ride the wind and waves.

The momentum is like fire and water, which seems to be in harmony with the heaven, earth and the people, and is in harmony with the sun, moon and the four seasons.

Like the wisp of gold at dawn, tearing down all the darkness.

It is also like the first drop of nectar that comes in spring, which contains hope for life.

Like a tornado cloud, a tiger carrying the wind, its towering momentum is unpredictable.

In the entire Zixiao Palace, under the thirty-six white marble stone pillars, everyone's eyes were gathered on the sword.

There is no more dazzling and dazzling moment than this.

The long sword is in the sky, and the wind is roaring.

"Is this the sword that Zheng'er learned?"

Zichu, who was sitting down, said in a complicated expression.

The Sword of the Emperor, with such a momentum.

On the high platform, nine long swords seemed to turn into nine buzzing mosquitoes and flies under Zhao Zheng's long sword.

It seems that the light of beads competes with the sun and the moon.

Under the light of the sun, where is the position of glimmer?

The first person who stabbed the sword couldn't help but feel: It's not because of my sword that is not good, but the young sword is too powerful, what can I do about it?

Zhao Zheng held the hilt of the sword and went down, as if God had used his hand to draw his sword.

At that moment, the sword was as powerful as a tide.

It is like the river flowing down the world, or it is like the Milky Way falling down the sky.

Just like the world's general trend is rolling, the thoughts of sentient beings are irreversible.

The rushing sword seemed to be one with the entire palace and one with the vast world.

The swords of nine sword-holding and sermons shattered inch by inch. They clearly didn't feel any force in their hands, but the long sword in their hands shattered inch.

The sword slashed across the body of everyone, like a torrent of sand and stone.

Everyone was swept off the glass platform and scratched the sword energy on their clothes.

The long wind blew across the entire Zixiao Palace, and everyone was speechless for a moment.

The burly man who stood up to question the first time before covered his chest and rolled on the white marble stone slab in pain.

The sword energy did not stab his chest, but he felt a severe pain in his chest.

It seemed that a long sword pierced his confidant.

"Sorry, it seems that you are not talented enough to meet my Master!"

On the high platform, Zhao Zheng was still wearing black black-clothed black bird patterns.

But at this time, none of them dared to regard him as a young child.

The tiger roared in the valley, and all the beasts were shocked.

Although there are few young people holding the sword of the emperor, who dares to deceive the young man and be poor?

Zhao Zheng slowly put the long sword into the scabbard.

"But you can appreciate it, how about the sword of the sword of the sect?"

Under the platform, the nine people who fell to the ground got up with difficulty.

The burly man, who was struggling to the ground several times before he stood up.

"The sword of the prince is powerful and domineering, unparalleled, unparalleled, and the villain admits defeat, so it is not enough to discuss the truth with the immortal, and the villain accepts it."

The sweat on his forehead was like rain, and his heart was tingling with pain. He forced himself to say this.

He was very sure that if this were not in the Taiyin Academy, he would have probably died long ago.

Even if the immortal disciple kept his hands in the Taiyin Academy, he would probably not be able to hold the sword for his whole life.

"I've given up!"

Zhao Zheng slowly hung the sword beside him, and then turned to Chang Wei and said, "I'm sorry, Uncle Chang Wei, send him down."

"promise!"

Chang Wei waved his hand, and immediately a palace servant came up to send the nine people off.

At this time, the people in the Layman Palace had a more complicated vision.

Is the grandson of the Qin King holding the sword of the Emperor really comparable to human power?

Everyone in the entire pure white hall looked at Zhao Zheng on the glass platform.

"The sword of the emperor that Zhuangzi said in the past has appeared!"

Huang Shi smiled gently, not seemingly surprised at all.

"When straight is in front, when lifting is in supreme, when taking the table is in the bottom, when running is in the opposite direction, to determine the clouds and the lower part of the world. With this sword, the princes will be able to overcome the world."

Han Fei whispered: "Is it impossible to argue with the six countries?"

He didn't notice that he didn't stutter at all at this moment.

Huang Shi gently wrote the word "Tao" on the bamboo slips and smiled and said:

"Then we need to see if the Spring and Autumn Immortals in the Taiyin Academy have stayed in the way of living in various countries."

After pausing, he said:

"If I hold my son and have the power of an immortal, all countries will be defeated and the world will be one."

"Is this God's will?"

Han Fei murmured to himself.

"God's will is the public's will, and the people's will is the will of heaven."
To be continued...