Peerless Emperor Summoning System

"Come on, little Yun'er!

Don't worry, this old man won't kill you directly!

Will let you live, watching your majesty, your colleagues being treated as guinea pigs in the laboratory! "

Although Wu Meng is a cautious warrior, it is difficult for him to put Zhao Yun in his eyes no matter what.

With Chang Shan's research strength, he will keep some mice for research.

Most of the mice will die from drug poisoning.

There are also mutations, and death is still inevitable in the end.

It is not uncommon for Chang Shan to use humans as guinea pigs.

After all, humans are better suited for research.

Hearing Wu Meng's words, Zhao Yun's eyes suddenly revealed a strong killing intent.

With the gentian gun in hand, he walked towards Wumeng coldly: "You will pay for what you say!"

"snort!"

Wumeng snorted coldly, and suddenly his breath burst.

The surrounding ground shattered wildly.

The warriors around were all blown away by his terrifying aura.

"kill!"

He didn't need a weapon either, and directly slammed his palms at Zhao Yun.

The palm style is extremely sharp.

"This Zhao Yun is also out of his mind, no matter what his strength is, he doesn't take pictures of himself.

How dare you provoke the Great Elder, this time you won't survive! "

A Zhao family warrior smiled lightly.

"Not only will he not survive, but he will also be treated as a guinea pig. This fate is really tragic."

When he said this, the faces of the Zhao family warriors were all smiles.

No sympathy at all.

It seems that whoever the Zhao family in Changshan wants to use as a guinea pig, they all look down on whoever they want.

Wumeng didn't know what palm technique it was.

Waving it over, it was as terrifying as a mountain pressing down.

It made Zhao Yun's clothes shake wildly.

"Do you still think I'm the old me?"

A cold light flashed in Zhao Yun's eyes.

Not only did he not retreat an inch, but he also went straight to Huanglong with a spear in his hand.

A spear glow was brighter than the day.

Passing through the air in an instant, frightening sparks came out of friction.

The spear hit the palm wind, as if it had stabbed a piece of paper, and easily tore the paper completely.

"What!"

Wu Meng didn't expect Zhao Yun's strike to be so powerful.

The gun light has not yet arrived, but he has already felt the terrifying and sharp aura of several people, as if they were going to drill a hole out of his body.

Frightened, he had already clapped his palms several times.

Zhang Feng repeatedly tried to block Zhao Yun's attack.

But it didn't work.

A paper attack is a paper attack.

Under Zhao Yun's gentian gun, there was no resistance at all.

In an instant, the tip of the spear was in front of Wumeng.

laugh!

The protective essence was easily torn apart, and it couldn't resist it even for a moment.

"escape!"

He didn't dare to turn around, and retreated wildly.

But the strength still pierced his body irresistibly.

He just avoided the vital point at the critical moment, and the shot pierced through the heart.

Released from behind his back.

boom!

The warrior Chang Shan standing behind Wumeng was out of luck.

Dozens of them were instantly killed by this shot.

Seeing this scene, Chang Shan's warriors were completely stunned.

The sky-eyed scouts watching the battle from a distance were also dumbfounded.

This Zhao Yun's strength was only at the ninth level of the Divine Physical Realm about a month ago.

How could he suddenly be able to suppress Wumeng, a fourth-level warrior of the Soul Realm?

This is too exaggerated.

"Old man, do you still dare to fart now, do you want to make us into guinea pigs?"

Zhao Yun looked at Wu Meng with deep disdain and sneered.

Wu Meng looked at the scar on his chest, glared at Zhao Yun fiercely and said: "The old man really underestimated you.

However, do you think you are the only one with weapons? "

Wumeng didn't use weapons before, because he thought it was unnecessary.

To kill a little Zhao Yun, with a flick of his finger, the other party will definitely be wiped out.

But it's different now.

He raised his hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

The long sword is sharp and cold, and it looks like a good sword.

The moment Wu Meng took out the long sword, he rushed towards Zhao Yun again, wanting to get back on the spot.

The long sword pierced straight through, and the crazy sword energy was like a strong wind, destroying the ancients.

On the ground, a deep gully appeared.

"This is the Great Elder's trick!

Shadow attack!

Zhao Yun is out of luck this time! "

In the crowd, there was a voice.

Someone in Changshan Warrior regained his calm ahead of time.

As the speed became faster and faster, the figure of Great Elder Wu Meng directly turned into three afterimages.

"Is this a shadow attack? It's just a trick played by children!"

Ye Motian was a little disdainful.

This kind of thing has nowhere to hide under the eyes of his gods and demons.

Although Zhao Yun couldn't tell which one was real.

But his move is more domineering.

A dragon chant sounded.

The spear suddenly circled around the body.

Then a silver dragon appeared roaring.

Since the three figures are all gone!

It doesn't matter which one is true.

The silver dragon swept across, Wumeng let out a miserable howl, and the sword in his hand had been blown away.

The whole person vomited blood and flew upside down, falling heavily to the ground.

There was a terrible wound on his waist.

Chang Shan's martial artist was stunned again.

They couldn't believe the situation.

If Wumeng was knocked into the air for the first time, it was because Wumeng underestimated the enemy, but what is this now?

Wumeng even used the sneak attack at the bottom of the box.

Facing Zhao Yun, he was still vulnerable.

"Teng!"

Wumeng got up from the ground and tried his best to escape to the distance.

He is just an elder with a foreign surname invited by the Zhao family, so there is no need to sacrifice his life for the Zhao family.

It's not that Zhao Yun ate some treasures from heaven and earth, but his strength has become so terrifying.

He can't be the opponent at all.

Realizing this reality, he will naturally run away.

Otherwise, it will definitely be killed.

"Can you escape?"

Zhao Yun snorted coldly, and let go of the spear, like a silver light piercing the air.

Wumeng in midair couldn't dodge at all, he was pierced through and fell down from midair.

When Ye Motian heard the system's prompt, he knew that this guy was really going to die.

So far, all the three elders who stayed in Changshan were killed.

"Your Majesty, what about these warriors? There are still more than a thousand people alive?"

Zhao Yun looked at those who survived and asked Ye Motian.

"Take refuge or die, you decide for yourself!"

After killing the three elders, Ye Mo's weather disappeared a lot.

There is no need to kill them all.

After all, the Motian Empire is constantly expanding, and still needs a lot of talents, so it doesn't make any sense to kill them all.

"Bah! Our Changshan Zhao family is the royal family of Changshan Kingdom!

How could I trust you, a country bumpkin! "

A warrior roared loudly.

"The nobles of the royal family? Hehe, they are just wastes that have been robbed of the throne.

kill! "

Even if you don't surrender, there is no need for me to keep you.

Xiao Yan threw the fire into it, half dead in an instant.

"Is there anything else to resist?"

Ye Motian said coldly.

"We are willing to surrender, willing to surrender!"

The remaining more than 600 people knelt on the ground in horror, and many of them were scared to pee.

Ye Motian has seen such scenes many times.

"Gao Shun, these people are under your jurisdiction temporarily!

Let them be the vanguard when attacking the imperial city of Changshan Kingdom.

If you dare not, kill on the spot! "