Chapter 475 Sword God Wang Yue

The middle-aged man was unarmed, and he just stood there quietly, with the demeanor of a grand master, making people unconsciously trust him.

Seeing the appearance of the middle-aged man, Qiu Liju's heart immediately became agitated, and he took two quick steps to act as a corporal: "Dare to ask Mr. Gao's name, what can I teach Xiao Wang?"

"The name is originally a code name, and the Generalissimo can just call me nameless!" The middle-aged man spoke slowly, his voice refreshing like sweet springs.

If an ordinary person dared to pretend to be so aggressive, he would have been kicked out by Qiu Liju long ago, but the middle-aged man said this, and with his temperament of an outsider, Qiu Liju felt that it was very suitable.

"It turned out to be Mr. Wuming, who has admired his name for a long time!" Qiu Liju saluted quickly, talking nonsense that he didn't even believe.

Qiu Liju respectfully asked Wuming to enter the account, the two sat facing each other, and one of his subordinates offered fine wine and fruit for enjoyment.

"Mr. Wuming's words can solve Xiao Wang's troubles. I wonder if Mr. Wuming has a good plan?" Wuming was not polite, poured a glass of Wuhuan wine and began to drink by himself, but Qiu Liju couldn't help but speak first.

"I'm dissatisfied with the Generalissimo. I don't know anything about military strategies, and leading troops in battle is not my job!" Wuming smacked his lips, closed his eyes and savored the wine, and said slowly.

Qiu Liju's face darkened when he heard this, and anger surged in his heart.

He has been in a high position for a long time, and usually few people dare to speak to him in such a frivolous tone. If he is not currently in a desperate situation, he will have to be dragged out and beaten to death just because of his nameless and rude attitude!

"Oh? Then I don't know why sir taught me?" Qiu Liju took a deep breath to suppress the anger in his heart, and asked in a slightly cold tone.

Wuming didn't mind the change of Qiu Liju's attitude, and continued to drink fine wine, and just when Qiu Liju was about to burst out, he said slowly: "Has the Grand Marshal ever heard that you shoot people first, shoot horses, capture thieves first?" The king's reasoning?"

Qiu Liju frowned, and said hesitantly, "Sir, are you teaching me to capture thieves and kings?"

"good!"

"But sir, that Shang Ji is not only powerful in himself, but also has countless capable ministers and generals under his command. He is also cautious in his actions. No matter where he goes, he will be followed by soldiers. There is really no chance of capturing the king!"

This is true. Although Shang Ji started his career with personal bravery, he is not arrogant, and understands that there are many people who are stronger than himself in the flames.

Coupled with Sun Ce's "lessons learned from the past", Shang Ji is very concerned about his own safety. Whenever he travels, he must have the double protection of Yingyi Miwu and Black Armor Xuanqi personal guards. Historical generals. It is very difficult to assassinate Shang Ji, otherwise Qiu Liju would have done it long ago.

"What's so difficult about this?" Wuming smiled confidently, "Even though he has a high position and wears millions of armors under his command, he is no more than an ordinary person. How difficult is it to kill him?"

Qiu Liju looked at Wuming like a fool, wondering if he should drive this lunatic out now.

Wuming saw Qiu Liju's doubts, stood up and said loudly: "Yu knew swords at the age of three, learned swords at the age of six, and forged swords at the age of twelve. At the age of twenty, he began to travel around the world with swords, making friends with swords. Twenty-three Sui defeated all the swordsmen in the world with a sharp sword.

For more than 30 years, I have practiced sword skills hard and understood the principles of swordsmanship. Now I have reached the state where the sword and I are one and the sword heart is clear. "

Every time Wuming said a word, his momentum skyrocketed. After a while, he himself seemed to be a sharp unsheathed sword, making people short of breath and dare not look directly at him.

"Sir, you are...you are the sword god Wang Yue?!"

Qiu Liju opened his eyes wide, looking at the man in the tent in disbelief.

"Yes, I am Wang Yue!"

Wuming, no, it should be called Wang Yue now, nodding indifferently, admitting his identity.

"Mr. Sword God is willing to help me assassinate Shang Ji?" Qiu Liju was trembling all over, and asked loudly excitedly.

"I'm about to go to Liaodong!"

"Hahaha, God helped me so much. With Mr.'s help, I will definitely give Shang Ji a place to die without a burial!" Qiu Liju laughed wildly, and the haze that had been lingering in his heart for many days disappeared in an instant!

No wonder Qiu Liju was so excited, it was because Wang Yue's reputation was too strong.

Wang Yue, a native of Yanshan in Liaodong, was the number one swordsman in the late Han Dynasty, the master of Shi A, and the master of Cao Pi. It is rumored that there was once a glorious record of rushing into the rebellious Qiang rebel army alone, killing the handsome Qiang man with a single sword, and then flying away!

Many people in later generations dubbed him the sword god, the first person in the Three Kingdoms battle, the great master of martial arts, and many other titles!

If other people say that they can rush into the Liaodong army and bring back Shang Ji's head, Qiu Liju will only think that he is farting; but when the words come from the mouth of the sword god Wang Yue, Qiu Liju believes it firmly!

"Sir, if you can behead Shang Ji, you will be my Wuhuan's reborn parents. Sir, you will grant whatever you ask for!"

Qiu Liju suppressed the excitement in his heart, bowed to Wang Yue, and assured him with words.

With such a tempting promise in front of him, Wang Yue didn't have any obvious reaction, and his face was still calm. After a while, Wang Yue smiled lightly, and suddenly said, "I wonder if the Generalissimo has heard the story of Jing Ke's assassination of the King of Qin?"

"Jing Ke assassinated King Qin?"

Qiu Liju frowned. Although he was from Wuhuan, he had lived under the wings of the Han Dynasty for many years and was deeply influenced by Han culture. Of course he was no stranger to the famous assassination drama of Jing Ke's assassination of Qin Dynasty.

"Xiao Wang is a rough man, Sword God, please speak up, but you will always agree to your request!"

"Jing Ke made thorough preparations before assassinating King Qin. See Mrs. Xu's dagger that was bloody and decisive, the map of the Dukang area that won the trust of King Qin, and the head of Fan Yuqi, the traitor of Qin State!"

"Mr. Arsenal in the army can choose whatever you like, but you can take whatever you like; I will prepare a detailed map of the vicinity of Liucheng for you, and help you get closer to Shangji!"

As he said that, Qiu Liju frowned: "There is no Shang Ji traitor in our army, should this head be spared first?"

Wang Yue laughed when he heard the words: "The magic weapon can be replaced, and the map can be absent, but the head is the most important thing! How can I see Shang Ji without the head?"

"In your opinion, whose head do you think is the most suitable?" Qiu Liju had already made a secret decision in his heart, and if it was necessary to sacrifice a high-ranking nobleman, he would also win the trust of the merchant.

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Wang Yue's mouth, and he looked at Qiu Liju with a strange expression, staring at Qiu Liju until he felt hairy. Squeezing out a smile, Qiu Liju asked, "First, sir, what do you mean?"

"I feel that the head of Generalissimo is the most suitable! Shang Shijun will be happy to see it!"

"what?"

Qiu Liju was startled when he heard the words, and immediately flew back, shouting at the same time: "Come here! There are assassins!"

Wang Yue didn't seem to see the Wuhuan soldiers rushing in, but still stared at Qiu Liju.

"Borrow the head of the Generalissimo!"

Wang Yue bent his knees slightly, and flew towards Qiu Liju like a cannonball.

When the person was in the air, a flash of brilliance flashed at his fingertips, and a long sword made of pure energy appeared. The long sword is lifelike, and you can even see the texture on the blade when you observe it closely. The precise energy control of this hand alone is worthy of the reputation of the sword god.

"Sword World!"

Wang Yue yelled softly, and everyone in the big tent felt their breathing suddenly stagnate, and then their movements became slow and dull, as if the time had been greatly elongated.

Qiu Liju's personal guard watched Wang Yue leisurely walk to Qiu Liju, and raised the energy long sword in his hand.

Qiu Liju stared wide-eyed, revealing the meaning of pleading. Wang Yue was merciless, and with a wave of his hand, Qiu Liju's head rose into the air!

Wang Yue reached out to catch Qiu Liju's head, his figure flashed, a ray of light flashed across, and Qiu Liju's personal guards in the tent fell to the ground and died violently!

Careful inspection of the corpses reveals that there is a wound almost as thin as silk on the throat of these bodyguards. The wound is so small that it cannot be seen without close observation.

Moreover, there were more than 20 personal guards in the big tent, each of them had exactly the same wounds, exactly the same!

Wang Yue stretched out his hand and pulled a piece of cloth, wrapped Qiu Liju's head and carried it on his back, stretched out his hand and opened the curtain of the big tent, only to see a lot of soldiers outside, and countless figures swaying around, obviously the movement here has been alarmed the entire camp.

Facing the murderous army, Wang Yue was fearless. He smiled slightly at the army, narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his right hand and yelled softly, "Come with the sword!"

In a remote tent at the entrance of the camp, a simple long sword trembled suddenly, and then suddenly floated in the air.

"Whoosh!"

With a loud sound of piercing through the air, the long sword pierced through the big tent, and turned into a stream of light in the sky and quickly flew towards Wang Yue!

With a soft sound, the long sword stopped abruptly in front of Wang Yue, and then spun, like a wanderer returning home snuggling up to his mother, happily flew around Wang Yue a few times, and then fell into his hands.

Wang Yue stroked the blade lightly, as if touching the skin of a lover, with soft eyes and an intimate expression.

"Good friends, we are going to fight side by side again!"

The long sword trembled slightly, conveying his joy to Wang Yue.