The sun always sets very early in Guankou, making it so groggy and oppressive that people can't breathe.

Ziying's head was bandaged by a stable boy, causing it to grow twice as big. He endured the severe pain and struggled to lean against the tables, observing the fight between the two brothers.

Yang Hu had been stationed at the pass for many years and had great strength and agility. Yang Chen had been living in Xianyang for a long time and neglected to practice, so he was at a disadvantage from the beginning.

The two of them were fighting each other with swords and halberds in the Guan Tower. The space inside the building was too small and not suitable for the use of long weapons. Yang Chen, who was holding the halberd, had blood marks on his body. His gorgeous official uniform was in tatters, and Yang Hu's body was in tatters.

Unscathed.

"You are no match for me. If you continue to fight, you will die. It's too late to regret now!" Yang Hu pointed his sword at Yang Chen with contempt.

"A soldier will die for his confidant! Why not?" Yang Chen wiped the wound on his cheek with great effort, his eyes determined.

"Bosom friend? Bah!" Yang Hu said with a look of disgust on his face, "You were bribed by an official of the Xianyang Order. It really disgusts me."

"Anyone who wants to revive the Qin Dynasty is my confidant, Yang Chen." Yang Chen looked at the seriously injured Ziying with conviction, "I believe that the king will be able to do it."

The stable boy wiped away Ziying's tears. Ziying's face twitched and she forced out a smile, "I promise you, I will never let Great Qin die before me this time."

Yang Chen was not in the mood to joke with Zi Ying, so he rearranged his posture and prepared to challenge.

"Okay, I will send you two loyal ministers and wise kings to reunite over there!"

Yang Hu reached the limit of his patience and swung his long sword and slashed diagonally at Ziying's shoulder. If the blow had hit, Ziying would have been split in half on the spot.

Knowing that there was no escape, Ziying gritted his teeth and straightened his body, waiting for the last moment to come.

Ma Tong and Zhao Chen didn't expect Yang Hu to change direction. They were all at a loss and watched in horror as Yang Xiong's sword slowly fell.

Pa, bang——

There was a noise from the closed window, and Yang Xiong alertly sheathed his sword to defend.

I saw an iron claw hooked on the edge of the window, and a brown rope as thick as my little finger hung below.

Ziying was shocked. Could it be that Liu Bang was so angry that he attacked now?

But the window was facing Xianyang, so Liu Bang should have come from the south.

"Who dares to break into the Aoguan Tower?!" Yang Hu shouted.

The next moment, a thin black figure broke through the window and slowly put away the rope with his back to Yang Hu. He also had an iron sword tied to his body.

The aura inside the building suddenly changed, the temperature seemed to drop a bit, and Ziying's back felt numb, exactly the same as last night.

Was it him last night?

Yang Hu was furious. Breaking into the gate privately was an insult to him. This person dared to turn his back to him, which was simply arrogant.

"I'll ask you again who you are!"

The man in black turned around, his handsome face full of killing intent, "I, Chu Mo, Mo Chu."

Ziying narrowed his eyes. Is he Mo Chu?

Lingfen is the ninth generation giant, and the tenth generation giant is named Mo Chu. Ziying originally thought that Mo Chu was Lingfen's apprentice, but unexpectedly it was Bie Mo.

Ziying calculated the time carefully and found out that Lingfen should have become the tycoon the year before, and it was Mo Chu's turn to become the tycoon after the fall of the Qin Dynasty.

Lingfen is less than forty years old this year. Could it be that Lingfen would have died in the late Qin Dynasty?

Mo Chu and Ma Tong were similar in age, but in their twenties, and the aura emanating from them made Yang Hu feel a little uncomfortable.

"Mo family?" Yang Hu's momentum weakened by three points, "What are the people of the Mo family doing here? Shouldn't they be helping the rebels and the others to build ladders?"

Mo Chu said with a cold face, "There are three paths in the Mo family, the official path, the craftsman path, and my chivalrous path. The commander just mentioned the craftsman path."

"Xiatu? Could it be that you want to pass my barrier alone?!" Yang Hu slowly raised his sword. If so, then Mo Chu would be too arrogant.

"As long as I think about it, it's not impossible." Mo Chu sneered.

"Boy...you!" Yang Hu was furious.

Mo Chu ignored Yang Hu, looked Ziying up and down, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "If I had known that King Qin was in such a mess today, I would have given King Qin a happy life last night, and almost let King Qin die in the hands of others.

"

The stable boy quickly protected Ziying.

Ziying smiled forcefully, "Forget it, my head has been reserved for today. You can wait for another day."

"There is no way for the Mo family to let others do it for the people they want to kill." Mo Chu smiled sinisterly.

"Mr. Mo Chu, this commander can ignore your trespassing, but it's not your turn to take action, Ziying." Yang Hu's eyes turned cold, "How confident are you that you want to snatch food from the tiger's mouth?"

Mo Chu raised his right hand and touched the hilt of the iron sword, "No more, no less, exactly 100%!"

"Then try it!"

Yang Hu roared, and the two long swords collided, causing sparks to fly.

The muscles on Yang Hu's arms bulged, but the skinny Mo Chu didn't step back even half an inch.

"Does the commander of the Qin State have this much strength? No wonder the Qin Dynasty loses one after another."

Mo Chu exerted so much force that Yang Hu staggered back.

"I'm here to help you!" Yang Chen took a breath, picked up the halberd and stabbed Mo Chu.

Yang Hu was no match for Mo Chu. If both of them wanted to kill Ziying, it would be better to deal with the most difficult one first.

Ziying was dazzled by what he saw. Zhao Gao's guards at that time had the skills of any of these three people, and neither he nor Zhao Cheng could escape intact.

"The stable boy." Ziying came back to his senses and shouted, "Go down and call for someone right away. Tell them that someone has assassinated your commander."

"Okay, then please be careful, Your Majesty." The stable boy hurriedly ran down the gate.

Not long after, the stable boy rushed into the house with the guards, and Zhao Cheng took the opportunity to follow closely behind.

"Your Majesty, do you want me to go over and help?" the stable boy asked timidly.

"What else can we help?" Ziying was speechless, "Let's retreat quickly."

"Your Majesty, what is this?!" Zhao Cheng was frightened when he saw that Ziying was so seriously injured, "Who is so brave?"

"Let's talk about it after we return to Xianyang." Ziying wanted to leave this dangerous place immediately.

"Zhao Cheng, I want your head." Mo Chu shouted when he saw Zhao Cheng.

Yang Hu took the opportunity to make a sneak attack and almost stabbed Mo Chu in the ribs.

Mo Chu was entangled, and although he was not at a disadvantage, he still couldn't escape.

Zhao Cheng and the horse boy hurriedly picked up Ziying, walked slowly, and put Ziying on the carriage.

The stable boy turned around and started to go back.

"Gang Tong, why are you going back?" Ziying was helpless.

"Little man...little man..." Ma Tong's eyes were uncertain. Ziying heard Yang Hu's words and was afraid that Ziying would go back and take revenge.

Zhao Cheng grabbed the stable boy by his collar, threw him behind Zi Ying, and then followed him aboard.

"Open the door! Your Majesty is going back to Xianyang!" Zhao Cheng shouted.

The soldiers guarding the city only knew that Yang Hu was threatening the country, but they had no idea that Yang Hu wanted to assassinate someone in such a big way.
Chapter completed!