A sword light rose up along with a crossbow arrow, and a figure appeared.

The eyes of the entire Zheng City are focused here, on the king of this country.

King Huanhui of Han wore a long sword at his waist and a crossbow on his back. He was dressed in a green royal robe that bound him tightly. His eyes were lifeless, but his face was filled with countless smiles, making him look particularly creepy.

Bai Qi only took one look and knew that the person in front of him was probably no longer the King of Han. He had lost all his energy and spirit, and how could he still look like a human being?

"Are you the King of Han?"

Even though Bai Qi knew that the person in front of him was not King Huanhui of Han, he asked the question calmly because he had the appearance of King Huanhui of Han.

There is no respect, no respect for the identity of "king", only contempt.

"Are you Bai Qi?"

King Huanhui of Han also asked a question in return, and the bow, crossbow and sword on his body rang together. The three sounds mixed together, shaking the heaven and earth.

These words not only shook the heaven and earth, but also frightened Chunshen Jun, who had just been knocked to the ground.

After all, he had experienced that era, but how could the Bai Qi of that era have the majesty of the sky?

Although he bears the title of Man-Slayer, deep down, he is just an ordinary person.

But now everything is different. Bai Qi is so powerful that even if King Kaolie of Chu comes in person, he will not be able to hurt Bai Qi at all.

"Yes, I am Bai Qi."

Bai Qi looked at King Huanhui of Han, and his cold face suddenly turned into a smile.

"However, you are not the King of Han, but a useless waste without energy and spirit."

This is a satire, a satire on King Huanhui of Han for betraying his country and even himself.

King Huanhui of Han's expression remained unchanged, as if he hadn't heard what Bai Qi said. He simply drew his sword from his waist, pointed at Bai Qi, and said:

"If Qin wanted to borrow our passage, they could have just sent someone to say so. Why would they have to march so heavily, slaughter our people, and destroy our cities? They were originally here to destroy Han, so why would they need to find an excuse?

The ambitions of the Qin State are known to everyone in the world. It is true that the barbarians in foreign lands will never let go of their inherent barbarism.

This was also sarcasm, but the sarcasm was indeed a bit harsh, making Bai Qi's smiling face turn cold again.

It's not that Bai Qi is unsophisticated, he just found out the truth, so there's no need for him to take advantage of the situation.

In the final analysis, he is just a useless person with good fortune, and there is no way he can cause much trouble.

"He's quite articulate, but I wonder how much of it will be left if a fight breaks out."

Bai Qi condensed his murderous energy into a long spear and brandished it, saying, "Why should you interfere in the affairs of the Great Qin? Since you don't intend to pass through my city, I will destroy it and massacre the people. What do you think of me?"

King Huanhui of Han's expression did not change, except for the humming of the crossbow and sword on his body, but that was just a humming.

The sense of oppression arose from these two people and pressed down on the people below.

Whether it was the weapons of Zheng city or the soldiers of Qin, they were all pressed to the point of creaking and unable to move.

Chunshen Jun was about to bury himself in the ground, not wanting the people above to notice him.

Although he was reborn in the flames of Chu, the fear deep in his memory was recalled when he faced Bai Qi.

The current Chunshen Jun has returned to his former self.

The atmosphere has reached a freezing point and can explode with just one move.

No one moved, everyone was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that no one knew when it would come.

"call--"

I don't know where the breathing sound came from, or maybe it was the sound of wind in the sky, but just this one sound set everything off.

“Swish——”

The sky and the earth were covered with darkness, and a sword light rose up and headed straight for the White Tiger behind Bai Qi.

"Bang--"

There was the sound of bowstrings again, and a huge crossbow arrow was hidden in the darkness, approaching and flying silently.

The distance is so close, how long can it take?

This is just a short moment.

This head can be destroyed with just one sword.

This white tiger is just a sound.

Everything is happening under the dark curtain, and everything is replayed in everyone's eyes.

It was as if time was stretched out and everything was so slow.

Whether it was the sword light or the crossbow arrow, it was so slow, yet extremely fast.

In just a blink of an eye, the sword light that had just been sent out and the bowstring that had just sounded had already reached the head and the white tiger.

The long spear has not been moved, the white tiger has not roared, it seems that everything has been determined, and the outcome seems to be decided.

King Huanhui of Han could no longer hide the smile on his face. The crossbow on his body was vibrating, and the sword in his hand was humming, as if he had already seen the person in front of him being defeated and the Qin soldiers scattered in an instant.

But at this moment, the smile on King Huanhui of Han's face froze.

There was no sound, no movement, except that the dark sky was stained blood red.

The sword light was no longer white, the crossbow arrows were no longer flying, and everything in the sky was covered in blood.

Bai Qi acted as if he didn't see the sword light or the crossbow arrow, and just came forward with the White Tiger army.

The long spear in his hand did not move, and there was no evil spirit surging from his body. He just came forward like an ordinary person.

The sword light shattered upon contact, and the crossbow arrow disappeared before it even touched the white tiger's fur.

The silence between heaven and earth was eerily quiet.

Everyone stared at Bai Qi in a daze, watching Bai Qi slowly raise the long spear in his hand, watching King Huanhui of Han not move, and even offering his head.

With the dark curtain of blood in the sky, it felt like King Huanhui of Han's head was about to fall off in the next moment.

"Buzz—"

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