Although it was already known that Chunshen Road was aware of the movements of the Qin soldiers, it was still a bolt of thunder to actually say it now.
King Huanhui of Han still had a smile on his face, but his eyes gradually became deeper.
"Lord Chunshen, no, the King of Chu's kindness is so great that I almost can't accept it. But I will accept it this time. Once this is over, I will express my gratitude!"
The word "thank you" was said with gnashing teeth, and it looked particularly funny and a little gloomy with King Huanhui of Han's smile.
Chunshen Jun didn't seem to hear the gnashing of teeth in the voice. He smiled and exchanged a few pleasantries before apologizing and leaving.
King Huanhui of Han looked at Chunshen Jun's receding back, and the smile on his face gradually became ferocious. After the bedroom door was closed, he almost crushed the bed behind him.
"He's threatening you."
"You don't need to worry about him."
The bow and crossbow and the sword each spoke a word, and slowly emerged from behind King Huanhui of Han, looking into the distance.
"I know, but how can I not ask?"
King Huanhui of Han could no longer suppress his anger, and there was even some blood on his clenched fists.
"He was able to move 50,000 soldiers without making a sound. If he were to kill me, could you stop him?!"
The last sentence was full of sarcasm, leaving the bow and sword unable to utter any rebuttal.
King Huanhui of Han also realized that what he said was too serious. He calmed down a little, glanced at the crossbow, then at the sword, and then sighed and said, "I heard that you can sacrifice me myself, right?"
The bow and sword were stunned for a moment, looking at King Huanhui of Han, and asked, "Have you thought it through? We do not recommend you do this."
King Huanhui of Han laughed bitterly, sounding particularly miserable. "Do I have any choice? I can't run away! I can't run away!"
"If you want to run away, with our protection, no one can stop you."
The sword roared, and the flashing light caught King Huanhui of Han's eyes.
Bow and crossbow also agreed: "Yes, if you want to run, no one can stop you."
"Why didn't you answer the question I just asked?" King Huanhui of Han sneered again, and no longer wanted to pay attention to it, staring blankly into the distance.
The bows and swords stopped talking, and the bedroom was silent again.
I don’t know how long it took, but some debris fell from the sword, which seemed to be blood, or bones.
With just a muffled groan, the sharp sword fell to the ground.
The crossbow was not in much better condition. With the same loud bang, the bowstring broke and fell to the ground.
King Huanhui of Han originally had an expressionless face, but he was startled at first, and then his face turned ugly.
"Zhengcheng is gone! Gone!!"
The roar from the sword made it roar these words, and the mournful wail of the broken bowstring of the crossbow seemed to echo it.
Only King Huanhui of Han, only King Huanhui of Han, had an embarrassed expression, so ugly that it was hard to tell whether he was crying or laughing.
"It's better to be gone! It's better to be gone!"
King Huanhui of Han laughed heartily like a madman, but inconsistent with his laughter, he was now in tears.
The ancestral foundation was destroyed in an instant.
A thousand-year-old royal family is wiped out in one day.
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Xinzheng seemed to offer no resistance, watching the tiger claws fall and listening to the roars of the surrounding soldiers.
A light curtain condensed by the sword light blocked the tiger claws that were about to fall, and even cut off some flesh and blood.
The wounds were not big, but they were densely packed all over the tiger's paw, causing the bloody white tiger to roar in anger.
Bai Qi raised his brows slightly, but was not angry. He just gathered the murderous energy in his hand and formed a long sword.
This war is not a war between soldiers, but a war of fate.
Soldiers cannot kill these dead people holding weapons, but luck can.
This is a double-edged sword, the soldiers can't kill them, and they can't kill the soldiers. They can only attack Luck, to kill Luck, and thus let the soldiers die.
And the way they died was the same, it was their luck that killed them.
The soldiers under Bai Qi's command were all dead men with no luck, and Bai Qi had no luck either, so the people in Zheng City could not kill them.
But when this group of soldiers landed and gathered together under Bai Qi's power, they had military momentum, and this military momentum was the luck of this group of soldiers and Bai Qi.
The weapons in Xinzheng could shoot down these troops and thus kill hundreds of thousands of soldiers.
Bai Qi could also use the power of hundreds of thousands of soldiers to press down on the entire Xinzheng and crush their luck.
This is a battle of luck, and also South Korea’s most precious fortune.
If they were ordinary soldiers, or if they were led by Wang He and Meng Ao, they would have no other way out except death.
It was originally a foolproof defense, and even had the potential to counterattack the Qin State, but it collapsed with the appearance of Bai Qi.
Even Chen Xuan didn't know that Bai Qi, whom he originally created for Ying Zheng to use, would have such a great effect.
The resistance below didn't seem to pose any threat at all, and Bai Qi's already dull face looked even duller.
When something reaches its extreme, it becomes another level of fear.
Countless crossbow arrows flew, followed by countless sword lights, and attacked Bai Qi together, as if they wanted to kill him here.
"ridiculous."
The long sword condensed in Bai Qi's hand danced lightly, and then the world became silent, and the entire sky seemed to be dyed with blood.
An invisible sword light flew out, flying out in this blood-colored sky, only for a moment, only a moment.
The blood-red sky seemed to be shattered by the swords and crossbows, but after the fragments of the sky fell, the swords and crossbows were nowhere to be seen.
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