Lord God Xiaoyao

Ji County, Yan Palace!

This place was built by the Yan kings of the past dynasties. There are no kings in one state, but there are many who dominate the four or five states.

The official residence of the Kingdom of Yan is only part of the palace of the Yan King.

As a palace, it is like a city within a city.

Since the city of Jixian County was broken, Zhao Xianling and Zhao Xianzong gathered their troops and directly retreated to the Yanwang Palace, wanting to fight back to the end with this place.

In the Yan Palace, it was extremely chaotic at this moment, and the defeated soldiers who retreated to the Yan Palace had already lost the order of the past.

The heavily guarded and solemn Yan Palace is now in chaos.

"Feng Yong, my Zhao family treats you very well, I didn't expect that it was you who would be the first to oppose you,"

"Zhao Guangren perversely acted so badly that the people of the Li people were disgraced. Wei Guogong prospered the king's master and cut tyranny. This is God's will. I, Feng Yong, only responds to people in the sky. How can I rebel," Feng Yong wears silver armor, the sun is swaying, reflecting The silver light, matched with the gentle appearance, has a dignified appearance.

When anyone looks at it, they know that they are loyal.

"Now that Zhao Guangren is dead, the 100,000 Yan army has been disarmed, and the Yan Palace has been sealed off by a large formation. A fly can't escape, so why should Brother Zhao resist?"

"Don't think about yourself, but also think about your children. I remember that Brother Zhao's eldest grandson is just fifteen years old this year. It's a great time."

"Shut up, wanting me to wait for surrender, Zhou Lang is a daydream," Zhao Xianling yelled, his tone firm, with no room for half-turn.

"Presumptuous, the name of Wei Guogong is also what you can call, why bother talking nonsense with him, since he wants to die, fulfill him," Chen Qing sneered, his tone was full of coldness.

He looked around, and he looked at King Yan's palace, where he was surrounded by soldiers and horses of his own. Basically, there were the Yan army, and the Wei army was behind.

"Brother Feng knows that when I surrender, I will not be trusted by Wei Guogong. If we want to gain trust, there is only one way to go to the end. Use this Zhao brother's head in exchange for the trust of you and my brother."

"Brother Chen is right. Now Wei Jun is in the rear. This is intentionally draining our troops and let us fight with the Zhao brothers."

"This battle is just for fame, no mercy. The harder you fight, the more soldiers and horses we consume, the more we can trust Wei Guogong." Wang Zun's tone was slightly unwilling, but he did not resist. Meaning.

"The current situation is different from the past, and Wei Guogong has become a general trend. There should be no more unwillingness to resent, otherwise I can't blame Feng Yong for not talking about brotherhood," Feng Yong looked at Chen Qing and Wang Zun in a cold tone.

"Kill!" Chen Qing was silent for a quarter of an hour. He suddenly violent, raised the spear next to him, and rushed to the Yan Palace first.

"Broken the Yan Palace and killed the Zhao brothers," Wang Zun also followed out, responding to Chen Qing.

The Yan Palace is full of forbidden methods and formations. The scale of formations and forbidden methods is even higher than the guardian formation of Ji County. This is not because Yan Palace is important, but Ji County is too vast.

A Jixian County does not know how many Yanwang palaces are equivalent to it. The layout of this formation is naturally difficult. Besides, the Yanwang palaces have also had their lives for the sake of their lives. The Yanwang Palace's law formations and prohibitions are stronger than in Ji County.

But now this formation and prohibition did not produce much effect. Jixian was suddenly cut off from aura and the gate of Jixian was broken. I dare not say that all this happened between the electric light and flint, but there was not much time before and after.

Zhao Xianling and others in the Yan Palace had just successfully retreated to the Yan Palace and sealed the Yan Palace. They had no other preparations.

For example, the formations and restrictions of the Yan Palace are not as good as the real activation.

However, even if it is activated, there is not much power. This formation and prohibition surpasses Ji County, but they all need resources to supplement, and there are still a lot of manpower to maintain.

Buildings like the Yan Palace have always been idle for the big man. There is no king of Yan, Zhao Guangren will not be the king, and he dare not use all of the Yan Palace.

He only used part of it and repaired this part of the formation.

The real Yan Palace has its own formation system. Even if the aura is cut off, it will automatically start to give birth to the aura to maintain the formation because of the prior resource reserve.

None of this is happening now. Zhao Xianling and other remnants rely only on the defense of the Yan Palace.

Between two or three steps, Chen Qing had already traversed the head of King Yan's palace. The spear shook like a dragon, sweeping in all directions. Sergeant Yan was like wheatgrass. He was instantly cut open and fell one after another.

"Traitor, **** it," Zhao Xianling's burly figure appeared in front of Chen Qing. He held a thick stick in his hands. The stick was made of steel, and he smashed it down fiercely.

The breath of his body increased rapidly, and the power of the original spirit began to burn.

With a bang, the spear in Chen Qing's hand was bent and snapped, and Chen Qing's hands trembled, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Burning the soul, Zhao Xianling, you are crazy, you can't live." Chen Qing's face was ugly. Just now, Zhao Xianling broke out and hit him off guard.

"It's enough to take away you group of chaotic officials and thieves before you die!" Zhao Xianling's face was grim, his aura suddenly grew to a terrifying point, which burned the soul in exchange for the glory of the last few breaths.

Chen Qing no longer speaks, his figure retreats swiftly, wherever it is right now, as long as he flees and delays a few breaths, Zhao Xianling's martial arts spirit burns out, and he can die no more.

"Rebellious, you can't run away," Zhao Xianling took a step forward, moving directly behind Chen Qing as if changing his shape and changing his shadow. The iron rod in his hand was swung high and dropped.

The energy is scattered, like a steel knife with a handle, cutting everything in the square.

The Yanwang Palace’s city wall is built with hillock rocks, using the finest pieces among the hill rocks~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Each piece is not ordinary, and ordinary swords and guns cut and pierce them, leaving no traces at all.

At this time, like tofu, it was easily cut open, and rock fragments continued to fall.

A look of despair rose in Chen Qing's heart. If he burned the soul just now, he would be able to escape, but he had no desperate heart, and he had already missed the opportunity at this moment.

"Trash!" Indifferent yelling sounded, but the ferocious iron rod changed its direction and bombarded the bluestone ground.

A deafening roar sounded, and a deep hole appeared on the bluestone. Han Pu was already standing next to Chen Qing, with blood dripping from the tip of his long sword.

There was a blood stain on Zhao Xianling's neck.

Even if the soul was burning, Zhao Xianling was still easily killed by Han Pu.

Chen Qing looked at Han Pu's starry light, surrounded by essence, as if a star king is coming to the world. He had a look of horror. This one was a Yang Shen not long ago, and now he has such a fighting power to break through the soul.

There is no place for them in this world.