Chapter 1010

Around him, many Zhao soldiers were shot and killed at this time.

But they dared not waste any time.

They fled quickly.

And on the other side, Zhao Xing, after receiving a heavy punch from Xiang Yu.

He was already on the verge of death.

His eyes were wide open, watching the people around him die one by one.

Finally, he could no longer endure it.

He roared: "Liu Zheng, you brat, I will be irreconcilable with you!"

His voice was filled with endless resentment.

Yet, just after his voice fell.

A scorching sword light flashed, and the Flame Lord and Zhao Xing clashed together.

Among those of the same rank, the other party feared no one.

The patriarch of the Zhao family also joined the battle at this time.

However, the two of them were simply no match.

After dodging three rounds of arrow rain, Zhao Xing launched a lethal attack on the Flame Lord.

He was prepared to risk his life.

The Zhao family was the foundation of his lifelong struggle.

If this place were destroyed, he would never be able to recover.

And just as he attacked.

The Flame Lord also met him at the same time.

The giant hammer in his hand swung out, making a banging sound.

Zhao Xing's blade aura dissipated instantly upon contact.

Then, Zhao Qingyun's neck was pierced through.

Blood splattered out.

The patriarch of the Zhao Tribe had fallen.

And there was nothing left of his corpse.

This made Zhao Xing understand in his heart.

He had lost.

But he was not reconciled.

His figure leaped up.

The curved blade in his hand sliced through the firmament, wanting to kill the Flame Lord...

The giant axe slashed out.

A powerful force blasted out.

Zhao Xing's figure was blasted away.

At this moment, a bloody hole appeared on his chest.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

But he still insisted on standing in place.

"Han Emperor, I, Zhao Xing, swear that one day I will take revenge.

I curse you to a miserable death!"

Zhao Xing roared.

And just after his voice fell.

Xiang Yu's eyes revealed a solemn look.

Because he felt a powerful essence surging from Zhao Xing's body.

He knew too much about such things.

Zhao Xing was clearly not reconciled to his failure.

And wanted to use a secret technique to improve his cultivation.

If that were really the case, he might not be able to stop it.

Thinking of this, his gaze could not help but shrink.

However, he immediately shouted savagely.

"Zhao Xing, you cannot blame me; it was you who betrayed me first, blame only yourself for not having to rely on the alien demons."

After his words fell, he took a step forward.

A massive palm print was slapped out.

Zhao Xing's eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at the Flame Lord: "Fall!"

The Flame Lord fell immediately, smashing a large pit into the ground.

And Zhao Qingyun also fell into the dust.

But just at this moment, Xiang Yu's voice sounded again.

"Kill!"

Just after his voice fell.

The army charged down directly.

The Zhao Tribe was reduced to ruins in an instant.

Zhao Xing and the Flame Lord also clashed in the battlefield.

The Flame Lord's strength was peerless, not even a bit inferior to Zhao Qingyun.

The Zhao Tribe at this moment.

Had already been completely occupied.

The surroundings were full of the corpses of the Zhao clansmen.

A thick blood mist permeated the air.

"Your Majesty, the Han Emperor, you cannot do this; my Zhao family has no enmity with you, why must you kill us all!"

Zhao Qingyun's terrified voice rang out.

At this moment, his eyes revealed a look of horror.

"Haha, shouldn't all you people of the Zhao family die?

Zhao Qingyun, I will exterminate your entire clan!"

At this moment, Xiang Yu was like a demon god.

The Painted Halberd in his hand swept across.

Zhao Qingyun's head flew high into the air in an instant.

Then, it was collected into a space bag by Xiang Yu.

The people of the Zhao family, except for Zhao Xing, were all slaughtered.