Ji County, Yan Royal Palace!

This place was built by the King of Yan in all dynasties. There was no one who could claim to be kings in one state, and there were many who could claim to be kings in four or five states.

The Duke of Yan State’s Mansion only opened part of the Yan Royal Palace.

As a royal palace, it is like a city in a city.

Since the city of Ji County was broken, Zhao Xianling and Zhao Xianzong gathered their troops and retreated directly to the Yan Palace, hoping to resist to the end with this place.

The Yan Palace was extremely chaotic at this moment. The defeated soldiers who retreated to the Yan Palace had long since disappeared.

The Yan Palace, which was heavily guarded and solemn, is now in a chaotic situation.

"Feng Yong, my Zhao family treats you well, and I didn't expect that you would be the one who turned against you first."

"Zhao Guangren acted against the enemy, and the people were in trouble. The Duke of Wei promoted the king's army and attacked tyranny. This is God's will. I, Feng Yong, just follow the heavens and responded to others. How could I rebel?" Feng Yong was wearing silver armor, and the sun shone, reflecting silver light. With his gentle appearance, he was very handsome.

Whenever you see it, you will know that he is a loyal and righteous person.

"Now Zhao Guangren is dead, the 100,000 Yan troops have been removed, and the Yan Palace has been blocked by a large formation. Even a fly cannot escape. Why should Brother Zhao resist?"

"Don't think about yourself, you should also think about your descendants. Remember Brother Zhao, Changsun, is only fifteen years old this year, and it is a great year."

"Shut up, I want me to surrender. Zhou Lang is dreaming in the daytime," Zhao Xianling shouted, his tone was firm, and there was no room for turning around.

"You can call the name of Duke of Wei. Why talk nonsense to him? Since he wants to die, let him do it," Chen Qing sneered, his tone filled with coldness.

He looked around, and he saw that there were soldiers and horses outside the Yan Palace, basically the Yan army here, and the Wei army behind him.

"Brother Feng knows that when we surrender at the last minute, we will not be trusted by the Duke of Wei. If we want to gain trust, we can only go one way to the end and use the heads of the Zhao brothers to exchange for the trust of you and my brothers."

"Brother Chen said it right. Now the Wei army is in the rear. This is intentionally consuming our troops and let us fight with the Zhao brothers,"

"This battle is a letter of surrender. You should not show any mercy. The more ruthless the fight is, the more troops consumed by our headquarters, the more trust the Duke of Wei will have in us." Wang Zun's tone was a little unwilling, but he did not mean to resist.

"The current situation is different from the past. The situation of Duke of Wei has been established. You should not say anything unwilling to be resentful. Otherwise, I, Feng Yong, blamed me, for not talking about brotherhood," Feng Yong looked at Chen Qing and Wang Zun, and preached in a cold tone.

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

"Break the Yan Palace and kill the Zhao brothers," Wang Zun also came out and responded to Chen Qing.

The Yan Palace is full of forbidden methods and formations. The formations and forbidden methods are based on the scale, and are more important than the guardian formation of Ji County. This is not because the Yan Palace is important, but because Ji County is too broad.

I don’t know how many Yan Palaces are equivalent to in Jixian County, so the arrangement of this formation is naturally difficult. In addition, the Yan kings of all dynasties have also cherished their lives, so the magic circles and restrictions of Yan Palace are stronger than Jixian.

But now the formation and the ban have not produced much effect. Jixian was suddenly cut off his spiritual energy and the Jixian gate was broken. I dare not say that this happened between lightning, but there was not much time.

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

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

However, even if it is activated, it does not have much power. This formation and ban surpass Jixian, but both require resources to supplement it, and there are still a large number of people to maintain it.

Buildings like the Yan Palace have always been idle in the Han Dynasty. Without the Yan King in charge, Zhao Guangren did not become the king and did not dare to open all the Yan Palace.

He just used part of the formation to repair this part of the formation.

The real Yan Palace has its own system of formations. Even if the spiritual energy is cut off, it will automatically start to produce spiritual energy to maintain the formation due to the prior resource reserve.

All of this is not available now. Zhao Xianling and other remaining soldiers rely on the defense of the Yan Palace.

Within two or three steps, Chen Qing had already crossed the top of the Yan King Palace. His spear trembled like a dragon, sweeping across all directions. The Yan soldiers were cut open like wheat grass, and fell down one after another.

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

His aura grew rapidly, and the power of his soul began to burn.

With a roar, the spear in Chen Qing's hand was bent, and with a click, it broke directly. 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 survive." Chen Qing looked ugly. Just now, Zhao Xianling burst out and caught him off guard.

"It's enough to take you group of traitors away before you die!" Zhao Xianling's face looked ferocious, and his breath suddenly increased to a terrifying level. This was the glory of burning the soul in exchange for the last few breaths.

Chen Qing stopped talking, his figure retreated quickly. At this moment, it was not the time to fight hard. As long as you escape and delay a few breaths, Zhao Xianling's martial arts soul was burned out and he would die, and he could not die again.

"Rebellion, you can't escape," Zhao Xianling took a step forward, as if he had changed his shadow, and moved directly behind Chen Qing, and the iron stick in his hand was swung high and smashed it down.

The energy scattered everywhere, like a steel knife, cutting everything in all directions.

The city wall of the Yanwang Palace was built of granite stone, and it was made of fine products among granite stones. Each piece was not an ordinary product. Ordinary swords and guns were chopped and pierced, and there would be no trace left at all.

At this time, it was easily cut open like tofu, and granite slags kept falling.

Chen Qing felt despair. If he had burned his soul just now, he would have been able to escape, but he had no desire to fight desperately and had missed the opportunity at this moment.

"Waste!" A cold rebuke rang out, but the ferocious iron rod changed its direction and bombarded the bluestone ground.

A deafening roar sounded, and a deep pit appeared on the bluestone. Han Pu was already standing beside Chen Qing, and blood was dripping from the tip of his long sword in his hand.

A blood mark was shining on Zhao Xianling's neck.

Even though he burned the soul, Zhao Xianling was still easily killed by Han Pu.

Chen Qing looked at Han Pu's starlight as if it was surrounded by substance, like a star king on the mortal world. He was shocked. This man who was still a yang god not long ago, but now he has broken through the soul, so he has such combat power.
Chapter completed!