The end of the world begins with the king

Chapter 420 The Son of the Plane
He had assassinated Zhu Jinzhang before, so Zhao Yanxun recognized Zhu Jinzhang's face.

But at that time he was hiding in the dark, so Zhu Jinzhang didn't know his identity.

The arrow took aim, and then shot out.

Seeing Zhao Yanxun raise his bow, he could feel that he was aiming at himself, and Zhu Jinzhang instinctively avoided to the right.

The arrow happened to be dodged by him.

But how could Zhao Yanxun let him go easily, the next moment, another arrow roared towards him.

At this moment, he was blocking a soldier in front of him. The man's chest was shot through on the spot, and the arrow galloped towards Zhu Jinzhang.

The last time Zhu Jinzhang was assassinated, he was injured because the arrow passed through the horse's body, which made him realize that flesh and blood could not stop such an attack at all.

Besides, just now Zhao Yanxun killed three with one arrow, which made Zhu Jinzhang clearly realize the power of the bow and arrow in Zhao Yanxun's hands.

So after dodging the first arrow, he got off the horse without any hesitation, allowing him to dodge the second one.

Immediately, Zhu Jinzhang retreated quickly, lying behind a big tree beside him.

Zhu Jinzhang roared angrily: "He has only one person, kill him... reward ten stones for food!"

At this moment Zhao Yanxun touched the quiver, it was empty.

"Damn it, I let you survive the last time, and let you dodge two arrows today, are you really a son of a plane? Fate?" Zhao Yanxun murmured in a low voice.

For a long time, Zhao Yanxun thought that he was the only person with great luck because of his identity as a traverser and system binding, but Zhu Jinzhang made him doubt it.

At this moment, more than 40 people on the opposite side rushed over shouting.

"He has only one person, whoever can kill him will be rewarded with ten stones of food!"

Zhu Jinzhang's roar encouraged his soldiers even more.

How good are your marksmanship?Dozens of people surround you closely, it is strange that you have a chance to survive... Everyone thinks so.

Zhao Yanxun was not afraid at all, but slowly drew his sword out of its sheath. Although the dozens of people were troublesome, he was still sure to defeat them.

But his main target was Zhu Jinzhang hiding behind the tree, so at this moment he urged the horse.

"kill……"

Facing the shout of killing from the opposite side, Zhao Yanxun brandished a knife and went forward to kill.

The blade is like electricity, and killing people is as simple as chopping melons and vegetables.

But these people are the elite of Zhu Jinzhang's subordinates, and they still brought trouble to Zhao Yanxun.

Although he is powerful in force, he is not a cultivator of immortals and Dao after all. Although he has killed several people in a row, the battle is in a state of anxiety at the moment.

And this was enough to startle Zhu Jinzhang.

More than 40 people besieged and killed Zhao Yanxun, but the key point was that the side continued to lose manpower. Is this fucking humanly possible?
As more and more people died under his command, Zhao Yanxun's advantage will become bigger and bigger. At this moment, Zhu Jinzhang can roughly deduce that his group of people can't take this person down.

According to the current situation, Zhu Jinzhang can basically judge that the groups of people who were wiped out before were probably all done by this person in front of him.

He got on his horse in a hurry, but Zhu Jinzhang didn't stop, turned his horse's head and fled to the north.

"Hold on, I'll move the rescuers!" Zhu Jinzhang said loudly.

He has a very high prestige among his personal guards, so no one present will suspect that Zhu Jinzhang is running away.

Only a few minutes passed, and Zhao Yanxun killed nearly half of the original 40 people, and Zhu Jinzhang also fled a hundred meters away.

There are more than 60 people in total, and the casualties are two-thirds at this moment. These soldiers of the Ming army finally collapsed.

Under the butcher knife of Zhao Yanxun, the god of murder, these soldiers who survived fled in all directions, leaving only a pile of corpses in place.

A fight was a great drain on Zhao Yanxun's physical strength, but now he has no time to rest, but chased northward with his horse.

Zhu Jinzhang is already alone, today is the best chance to kill him.

Relying on strong perception ability, even if Zhu Jinzhang has fled two or 300 meters away, Zhao Yanxun can still follow him steadily.

But maintaining perception is also a great consumption of Zhao Yanxun's physical strength.

"Host: Zhao Yanxun

Available Skill Points: 86245
Mental strength: 5+ (perception 50 meters, alarm 5 meters)
Arm Strength: 500kg+
Leg Strength: 500kg+
Physical strength: 25 points + (13:21)

Population: 78421"

When the distance between him and Zhu Jinzhang was reduced to 100 meters, Zhao Yanxun had only 13 minutes of physical strength left, only more than three minutes away from the red line he set.

"Damn it, I worked hard today..."

When Zhao Yanxun yelled this sentence, it meant that he would cross the red line of physical strength and vowed to take Zhu Jinzhang down.

After some chasing, the distance between the two of them has narrowed to 50 meters. It is no longer necessary for Zhao Yanxun to activate his perception at this distance, so his physical strength is slowly recovering.

"Rebel, you can't escape..." Zhao Yanxun sneered.

If he still has arrows in his quiver, he can shoot Zhu Jinzhang to death with one arrow.

But as soon as this idea came up, Zhao Yanxun murmured in his heart.

Even if there were arrows, Zhu Jinzhang would eventually dodge them for one reason or another.

As soon as he thought about it, he heard movement from the front, so he activated his perception ability.

"This..." Zhao Yanxun was surprised, and then increased the whipping on the mount.

A group of corpses appeared in front of them, and it was Zhu Jinzhang's men who attracted them.

Before, he thought that more than 1 zombies were not enough, so he sent them to the north to attract zombies, and they happened to meet them halfway.

Zhu Jinzhang must be killed quickly, otherwise, if he meets his subordinates, the matter may come to naught again.

While stepping up to catch up, Zhao Yanxun recognized his identity as the son of the plane a little more.

If such a person is not dead, how can he feel at ease.

However, Zhao Yanxun's horses were exhausted from fighting continuously, so they couldn't get up to speed at all.

At this time, Zhu Jinzhang, who was running ahead, saw his subordinates coming in the distance.

These more than 30 subordinates, followed by seven or eight hundred zombies, are running southward in overwhelming numbers at this moment.

Grasping the reins, Zhu Jinzhang glanced back, and finally said: "Strong man, as long as you submit to me, this king can ignore the past, and you can choose your position in the army as you like!"

At this time, Zhu Jinzhang was still thinking about his "rebellion", and Zhao Yanxun felt speechless for a while.

"I want your place, will you give it too?"

The words thrown by Zhao Yanxun made Zhu Jinzhang feel his ambition, and he also began to guess Zhao Yanxun's identity.

In the seventeenth year of King Yong, he was very powerful and good at archery...

The spy's report appeared in his mind, and Zhu Jinzhang suddenly realized.

"Zhao Yanxun...it turned out to be you!"

Zhao Yanxun was deeply surprised to be called by Zhu Jinzhang's name.

"Rebel, die!" Zhao Yanxun reprimanded loudly.

At this moment, the soldiers of the Ming army who guided the zombies also discovered the situation ahead.

"Go to a few people and see what's going on?" the leading officer ordered.

Immediately, five people rushed out on horseback. When the distance was close, they found that it was Zhu Jinzhang who was fleeing ahead.

"Behind is King Yong Zhao Yanxun, kill him...reward a thousand households!"

At this moment, Zhu Jinzhang offered a higher price, and he was about to create a new batch of scapegoats.

The position of Qianhu made these soldiers extremely excited, and they all drew their knives and killed Zhao Yanxun as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

Passing over his subordinates, Zhu Jinzhang turned his head again and saw Zhao Yanxun's frantic eyes.

But he didn't stop, but continued to go north, and there were dozens of soldiers a hundred meters ahead.

"My lord...what's the matter?" The leading officer also recognized Zhu Jinzhang.

But at this time, Zhu Jinzhang had no time to explain, because Zhao Yanxun chased after him again, and all five soldiers died under his knife.

(End of this chapter)