I am born with 3,000 kilograms of divine power, and I am in the vast world of Qin Dynasty

Time passed little by little, and in the blink of an eye it was already dark.

The killing in Handan City is still going on!

Qin Jun's fierce killing and slaughtering without fear of death and Zhao Jun's unyielding death to defend his home country began a fierce collision!

However, the Qin army was numerous, and in an absolutely crushing way, the Zhao army was defeated one by one!

On the main road of Handan at night, there was already a terrifying scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

A group of Qin army soldiers, armed with spears, stepped on the corpses and advanced.

With the remaining 30,000 remnants of the army, Pang Yan retreated towards the palace behind him while being wary of the Qin army rushing to kill at any time.

In the rear of the Qin army, Wang Chong led a 5,000-strong crossbow team to rush quickly.

"Stop!"

"Get on the crossbow!"

The five thousand crossbow team received the order, immediately knelt on the ground, and pulled a crossbow arrow from the quiver behind it and held it in his mouth, pulling the crossbow string with both hands and feet, and finally placing the crossbow arrow in it.

"Put!" "Eight Six Zero" With Wang Chui's order, five thousand people pulled the organ together!

Only listening to a roaring sound, five thousand crossbow arrows flew into the night sky and flew straight towards Zhao Jun in the far distance.

Poof-

It goes without saying how powerful the crossbow is.

Anyone hit by a crossbow arrow either fell to the ground and died or immediately lost their ability to fight.

Almost instantly, a large area of Zhao Jun fell.

After a few rounds of crossbow arrows, the original 20,000 Zhao army was less than 10,000 left.

Pang Yu was unfortunately hit by an arrow, but fortunately he only hit the shoulder.

He gritted his teeth and pulled out his crossbow arrow, shouting at the surrounding Zhao Jun: "Hurry into the palace to hide!" "

Immediately, all Zhao troops retreated into the palace and quickly closed the palace door.

"Stop!"

Wang Yi shouted.

Wang Gong and the others looked at Wang Yi suspiciously and asked, "So many of us can completely attack it!" "

"No need to attack it." Wang shook his head.

Meng Wu frowned: "Why?" "

Wang Yi said meaningfully: "Because the general is inside." "

Wang Gong and others: "!! "

Inside the royal palace.

As soon as Pang Yan and the others entered the palace, they were startled by the scene inside the palace.

At this time, the royal palace has become a sea of fire!

On the ground, there were densely packed corpses, one by one, in a miserable state of death.

"I've been waiting for you guys for a long time."

Suddenly, an icy voice entered the ears of Pang Yan and the others.

Pang Yan looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw a figure sitting directly above the palace in front of him.

When he saw the appearance of the figure, Pang Yan seemed to see the god of death, and his body couldn't stop trembling.

The 10,000 Zhao troops around him were the same, looking at the man with a terrified face.

And that person is exactly Windy!

Sitting on the roof of the palace, a crescent moon half hidden by dark clouds loomed behind him.

His long snow-white hair fluttered gently in the air, even though he was covered in blood, his white hair was still so snow-white.

At this time, an adjutant general beside Pang Yu pointed to the palace under the seat of Huan Yu, and said in a trembling voice: "Then... It seems to be the king! "

Pang Yan stared at it, and suddenly changed color.

I saw that under the eaves of the palace, King Zhao was being tied by a hemp rope and his hands were suspended in midair.

And King Zhao's body was covered with shocking whip marks, and drops of blood dripped down his toes to the ground.

King Zhao is not dead, and there is still a breath left.

When he saw Pang Yan, King Zhao made a hoarse voice in his throat: "Help... Save..."

Pang Yan looked at King Zhao's miserable appearance, and his head was instantly covered with anger.

Pointing at Huan Lian, he roared angrily: "Huan Li! How dare you do that! "

King Zhao is the king of the Kingdom of Zhao!

A king who was treated like this was not just humiliating Zhao Ren.

It even rubbed the last trace of Zhao Guo's dignity on the ground!

"Hahahaha-"

In the face of Pang Yan's rebuke, Huan Li laughed loudly.

This laughter was so harsh in Pang Yan's ears.

"Then I'd like to ask!" Huan Liang's laughter stopped, and his eyes stared at Pang Yu coldly: "You Zhao Guo, why do you treat my Daqin's son like that!" "

"You—"

Pang Yan was furious, and at this time he finally understood that Huan Li was avenging the dead Wei Lian!

"The stranger is just a prince, but my king is the king of the Zhao Kingdom!" Pang Yu retorted.

"A son-in-law?" Huan Lian's face instantly became gloomy.

"Don't say it's Gongzi, even if it's an ant of my Daqin, whether it's dead or alive is also decided by my Daqin!" (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

"Well, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you."

In an instant, the magic yuan in the body was moved.

In an instant, a bowl-thick blood-colored tentacle spread out from Huan Lian's body.

Seeing this strange scene, Pang Yan had a bad premonition and exclaimed, "You... What are you doing! "

"Send you on your way!"

The voice just fell!

Blood-colored tentacles shot towards Pang Yu and the others.

Pang Yan hurriedly slashed with his sword, but the sword body passed through the blood-colored tentacles, and the blood-colored tentacles went straight into his chest....

Pang Yan looked at the blood-colored tentacles on his chest with a puzzled expression, and he did not feel a tingling sensation.

"Is it just an illusion?"

Just as Pang Yan thought this, there was an indescribable sense of powerlessness all over his body.

It was as if his spirit had been drained.

"That's not right! This thing is eating away at my life force! "

Pang Yan's face changed drastically, and he wanted to cut off the blood-colored tentacles with his sword, but he still pierced it like just now.

It was as if the blood-colored tentacles did not exist.

The surrounding 10,000 Zhao troops were also hit by the bloody shots and began to devour their life force.

As the vitality continued to pass, Pang Yu also lost his strength to stand, kneeling on the ground on one knee, his face turning pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You... You are the devil! You must be an evil demon! "

Pang Yu roared weakly at Huan Lian.

Huan Li ignored Pang Yu, at the moment he was immersed in the wonderful feeling of the soaring demon yuan.

In addition, the Shenyuan is also soaring!

Not long ago, after killing Zhao Sheng and the five thousand forbidden troops, he turned around and slaughtered all the members of the Zhao royal clan.

They also included concubines, palace maidens, eunuchs, and so on.

In total, nearly fifteen thousand life essences were obtained.

Eight thousand demon yuan and seven thousand divine yuan were transformed respectively.

Now the number of demon yuan is as high as 43,000 Dao, which is equivalent to 430,000 jin of strength!

And Shenyuan has 14,000 paths.

About a quarter of an hour later, Pang Yan and the others had turned into cold corpses.

Win2.6 once again obtained 10,000 life essences.

The increase in the number of Shen Yuan allowed Huan Li to barely control the distribution of life essence elements.

Subsequently, the divine core obtained eight thousand life essence elements, and the demon core obtained two thousand life essence elements.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't completely control it, he couldn't wait to give all these ten thousand life essences to the divine core.

Huan Li jumped down from the palace and looked up at King Zhao who was hanging in midair.

"Enjoy the most beautiful scenery in the world."

Leaving a word, Huan Li left the Zhao Palace without looking back.

With the moment he walked out of King Zhao's palace.

The palace collapsed with a bang, burying King Zhao completely!

It is not only King Zhao who is buried, but also the Zhao kingdom that has been passed down for one hundred and forty-four years.

All at this moment, turned into the dust of history...

(Zhao Guo is extinguished, the next is our political brother is born, and it depends on what kind of attitude the protagonist should treat him!) Ask for a monthly pass! ）。