There was a sound of iron colliding. Bai Qi looked at the long sword blocking his weapon in front of him. He was not surprised, but just increased his strength a little.
The long sword could not withstand it at all, so it just held on for a while, and then dissipated in the sky and earth.
If the long spear falls again, where will the people be?
Looking at the horizon again, King Huanhui of Han was standing there panting heavily, with the long sword in his hand broken into pieces, as if it would disappear in the next moment.
How could it be that the sword blocked the attack just now? It was just the sword and crossbow incarnation that he sacrificed to escape.
"oh?"
Bai Qi was a little surprised at this time. After all, everything between heaven and earth was locked by his power just now. How could it move?
It seems that the fate of King Huanhui of Han is really interesting.
Bai Qi lowered his eyebrows and head, a gleam in his eyes. He did not move, but simply raised and lowered his long spear, saying, "Let me see how many of your attacks you can block."
The words were full of sarcasm, but King Huanhui of Han didn't even have the chance to refute.
I just used up a lot of thought and experience in escaping, and now I have to deal with another one. How can I handle it?
But his feet were weak and he couldn't move.
I saw a bloody spurt on the sky, and then a large head fell down, leaving an extremely magnificent arc.
King Huanhui of Han died.
King Huanhui of Han is dead?
The blood curtain in the sky has not yet dissipated, and King Huanhui of Han has not fallen. This situation, which should have been a foregone conclusion, seems to be changing unusually.
"It's really fate, great fate." Bai Qi also laughed, after all, it was indeed great fate.
Being dead is like being alive, isn't that a good fortune?
Even after losing his head, he was still alive, still able to stand, still able to hold up the sword in his hand, and still able to carry a crossbow on his back.
It has no mouth, but it still makes sounds.
Although he has no eyes, he can still see things.
It has no head, but it is still alive.
This has already surpassed many people's cognition. If the people of Zhengcheng had not all become puppets of weapons, it would probably be regarded as a miracle.
If there is still a good thing, it is probably the rise of another tragic hero.
"You are so unreasonable."
King Huanhui of Han's voice had faded, leaving only his bows, crossbows, and swords.
If King Huanhui of Han still had some soul left before, then at this moment, even that tiny bit of soul was gone.
King Huanhui of Han died, but his body still lived on.
In other words, the bow, crossbow and sword were keeping King Huanhui of Han alive.
"Why waste your words?" Bai Qi seemed to be in high spirits and added a few more words, "You are just a sparrow occupying the cuckoo's nest, what right do you have to say that I am unreasonable?
Why did someone want to massacre the city? Do you really not understand? Is there really a living person in Zhengcheng now?
Even you, the King of Han, have become a puppet of war, so how can anyone survive?"
“That’s their own free will.”
The bows and swords are still quibbling.
"They volunteered to give and sacrifice for South Korea. It's an honor, a pleasure for them!"
"If you say it was the King of Han's own free will, I would believe you. But your excuse is lame."
Bai Qi seemed to be tired and had lost interest. The long spear in his hand was flying. He just raised it lightly and lowered it lightly, but a power that could create the world came over him.
There was no place for bows, crossbows, and swords to escape, and there was no place for escape in the entire city of Zheng.
Chunshen Jun looked at the situation in front of him, and the fear in his heart had no place to hide, and it all burst out on his face.
Anyone who still has his or her own emotions and soul will have fear on his or her face.
There is only this one spear, just this one spear, and the world in front of me seems to be about to split apart. There is nowhere to hide and no way to hide.
Today's bows, crossbows and swords are no longer luck, they are just another incarnation of King Huanhui of Han.
They are different from the things that are incarnated, they are the main body of this destiny.
Just as Bai Qi is the main source of luck for these hundreds of thousands of Qin soldiers, the main body of these weapon puppets is King Huanhui of Han who sacrificed himself, or the bows, crossbows and swords.
Bai Qi's luck is the hundreds of thousands of soldiers under his command, and the luck of his bows, crossbows and swords is that group of weapon puppets.
Now it's just a showdown between the bodies, a matter of life and death is decided with just one sword strike, so how can there be any other logic?
If the bows, crossbows and swords cannot escape, it will be the time when Korea’s destiny will die, and it will also be the time when Korea’s army will be destroyed.
It seems that everything has become a foregone conclusion, it seems that there are no variables anymore, everything is about to end, dust to dust, earth to earth.
When Bai Qi's weapon fell, some were covered in blood and some were destroyed.
It seemed that South Korea was about to perish because of this, and the last person in South Korea who could still be called alive seemed to be about to die because of this.
But the change came so suddenly, and everything seemed to be completely destined.
There was neither the severe pain nor the relief as imagined. There was only the sound of weapons clashing and a faint sound.
"Mr. Bai Qi, are you getting impatient? Even if the King of Han is a problem, he should be transported to Xianyang, right?"
When the bows, crossbows and swords were raised again, they saw a man leading a group of weapons and armor, blocking Bai Qi's weapons.
Bai Qi looked at the person in front of him and knew at a glance that he was a mortal. The powerful one was behind him, among the pile of weapons and armor.
"Who are you to dare to ask what I do?"
However, no matter how powerful the weapons and armor were, Bai Qi did not take them seriously.
It's just a pile of dead things, how could there be any so-called threat?
Without human agility, most of the threats would be gone.
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