Chapter 295 Dust
A cry of killing caused Lao Ai, who had closed his eyes to rest, to open his eyes.
Then, the originally quiet environment suddenly seemed to change, with sounds coming from everywhere.
With a feeling of chaos filling her heart, Lao Ai stood up and clenched the long sword that concealed the sun.
"Somebody come!"
Lao Ai shouted, but there was no response for a long time.
The thick tent door was opened, and a wave of air rushed in front of Lao Ai. The bloody air followed, and the situation was worse than imagined.
Everything became unimportant with the appearance of that boy.
At this moment, Lao Ai had many questions in her mind. However, he didn't say anything.
The boy was covered in blood and seemed to have participated in the battle. He found a place and sat down, looking very casual.
"Master Changxin, long time no see!"
The ordinary greetings seemed particularly harsh in the sound of bloodshed. Lao Ai smiled and waved the long sword in his hand, full of killing intent.
"Yes, long time no see."
Lao Ai walked step by step, very slowly, but full of power and oppression, as if she wanted to crush Zhao Shuang.
"I have always had a doubt in my heart. If my plan succeeds, you can also benefit. Why do you want to stand in front of me?"
"The benefit you are referring to is the separatist side?"
Zhao Shuang smiled, as if he was laughing at Lao Ai's childishness.
"The biggest beneficiary is obviously you. But neither Mr. Changping nor others will see such a result happen. Therefore, today you are not responding to everything, but being restrained in every way."
"How did you get your troops?"
Zhao Shuang's words made Lao Ai angry. He raised the sword in his hand, pointed it at Zhao Shuang, and questioned.
Whether it is Zhao Shuang's private soldiers or the army in the hands of the generals on his side, they are too far away from here to reach here so quickly.
The two nearest troops must belong to Fan Yuqi's tribe stationed in Hedong and Yang Duanhe's tribe stationed in Duanshi. However, it is impossible to hide the troops from Luo Sheng's eyes and ears.
The only possibility——
Thinking of this, Lao Ai became even more angry.
"Why should Lu Buwei help you?"
"Marquis Changxin, you are too naive."
Zhao Shuang's gaze made Lao Ai very uncomfortable and hurt his heart.
"I've already said that if your plan succeeds, you will benefit the most. Whether it's Lord Changping or Marquis Wenxin, will they watch you ascend to the top of power?"
"You used a huge secret to hold Marquis Wenxin hostage, but will he be willing to do it?"
"In this game, whoever can't hold on first will lose; unless you no longer care about failure and plan to abandon everything."
At this moment, Lao Ai felt a sudden feeling in her heart:
Lu Buwei calculated that he would not give up, so he used Zhao Shuang's power to lower the chips in his hand. Just like a gambler, the more chips he loses, the more reluctant he is to leave the gambling table.
"I always thought that Lu Buwei was old, but I didn't expect that 'Old Jiang' is very spicy."
"It's not too late for you to know now."
Zhao Shuang waved his hand, threw the Luowang scroll on the table, and found what he wanted - Luowang's undercover list of the Mo family.
"It's interesting. A few of them are actually under the net. I really didn't notice it before."
Seeing Zhao Shuang being so wanton, Lao Ai snorted coldly.
"Today is the day you die."
The long sword that covered the sun struck with a bit of cold light. Just when the sword edge was close, killing intent suddenly bloomed, the cold light disappeared, as if there were many shadows, covering everything.
Zhao Shuang didn't seem to feel anything. When the sword was about to come, he casually bent his head and flicked his fingers to deflect the sharp sword.
Just as Lao Ai turned around and struck back with his sword to slash Zhao Shuang, he saw a shadow of a sword cut through the tent, rushing straight in front of him, and the long black sword blocked the edge of his sword.
"Xuanjian, it's you again!"
Xuanjian smiled, feeling a bit of sympathy for this enemy he had just met not long ago.
"meet again!"
Zhao Shuang was taking the time to look at Luo Wang's files; after all, Luo Wang's files were not that easy to see.
"Xuanjian, play with him."
Zhao Shuang's attitude seems to have angered Zhanri. Do I, a top-notch assassin, have no respect for myself?
Lao Ai immediately used his sword to pick up the oil lamp, intending to scatter it on the box where the scrolls were placed, destroying Luo Yu's files.
However, his plan did not come true.
As the two top swordsmen in the world, Xuan Jian easily stopped Lao Ai in such a narrow space.
With a swing of the long sword, the oil lamp was split in half, and the oil scattered on the ground, setting off a flame. At this moment, no one could stop the flames from spreading.
Soon, it started to burn.
The pavement was covered with hot flames, but Lao Ai felt a chill on her skin. He didn't wear much in the tent, and the cold wind seeped in from the broken parts of the tent, blowing on his skin and making his body feel chilly.
The heat wave and the cold wind intertwined, and Lao Ai's face looked very red. He took a glance and saw that the young man sitting behind the desk seemed to have caught something interesting, and his eyes never left him for a moment.
He and Xuan Jian had already fought the battle of victory and defeat; the battle of life and death had not yet begun.
In this narrow place, Xuanjian's swordsmanship became more and more conservative. Lao Ai can open and close with ease. Xuanjian could only respond passively, which gave him a great advantage.
However, Lao Ai was never able to push forward.
The big tent was gradually burned down, and the surrounding vision gradually became clearer.
"how so?"
There were no more soldiers wearing Qin army uniforms on the surrounding battlefield, and the rest were all Zhao Shuang's men.
The advantage he felt during the battle was gone at this moment.
Xuanjian smiled and caught Lao Ai's psychological changes at this moment. The sword turned in vain, scratched the soft armor he was wearing, and stabbed into his shoulder.
Lao Ai groaned and took a few steps back when she heard Xuan Jian's voice.
"You're too careless!"
Lao Ai looked at the situation in front of her and knew that staying here would be of no use. He turned around and ran away, but Xuan Jian did not stop him.
Zhao Shuang stood up. He had read all the files left by Lao Ai.
"Lord, why did you let him go?"
"After all, he is a Chehou, and he must die in a dignified way. Take away the chips in his hand little by little, and eventually, he will go on the path that many people want to see him take."
Zhao Shuang smiled slightly, brushed his sleeves, shook away the black ashes stained on them, and walked outside the tent.
"Your Majesty!"
Lu Buwei's private soldiers came over and gathered around the tent, which was almost in ruins.
"At night, a giant bandit attacked General Ji's barracks. You saw the flames and came to the rescue. However, the gangsters were cunning and took advantage of the chaos to escape. You only found the remains of General Ji."
"I'll understand later!"