"Come on, Xiao Yun'er!

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

will keep you alive and watch your majesty, your colleagues being treated like guinea pigs in the research lab!"

Although Wumeng was a cautious martial artist, it was difficult for him to take Zhao Yun in his eyes no matter what.

Changshan's research strength will raise some mice to conduct research.

Most mice die from drug poisoning.

There are also mutated ones, and in the end they still inevitably die.

Treating humans as guinea pigs, Chang Shan has not done it before.

After all, humans are better suited for research.

Hearing Wumeng's words, Zhao Yun's eyes suddenly revealed a powerful killing intent.

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

"Humph!"

Wumeng snorted coldly, and his breath suddenly burst.

The ground around it shattered wildly.

The surrounding warriors were all shocked by his terrifying aura.

"Kill!"

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

The palm wind is extremely sharp.

"This Zhao Yun also has a hole in his brain, what strength he has, and he doesn't pee and take pictures.

Dare to provoke the Great Elder, this time he can't survive!"

A Zhao family warrior chuckled.

"Not only can't you survive, but you have to be treated as a guinea pig, this fate is really tragic. ”

When he said this, the faces of the Zhao family's martial artists were full of smiles.

There is not the slightest hint of sympathy at all.

It seems that whoever they Changshan Zhao family wants to use as guinea pigs, they are all worthy of whom.

Umeng didn't know what kind of palm it was.

Swinging it over, it's as terrifying as a mountain pressing down.

made Zhao Yun's clothes shake wildly.

"Do you think I'm the same person I used to be?"

A hint of coldness flashed in Zhao Yun's eyes.

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

A spear was brighter than day.

Instantly passed through the air, and a terrifying spark was rubbed.

The spear slammed into the palm wind, as if it had stabbed a piece of paper, easily tearing the paper completely.

"What!"

Wumeng didn't expect Zhao Yun's blow to be so powerful.

The spear had not yet arrived, but he had already felt several terrifying auras, as if they were about to drill a hole in his body.

In his panic, he had already clapped his hands several times.

The palm wind continued to try to block Zhao Yun's blow.

However, it didn't work.

The attack of papier-mâché is papier-mâché.

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

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

Laugh at!

The True Element of the Body Protector was easily torn apart, and it couldn't resist even for a moment.

"Run!"

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

But the force still couldn't resist piercing his body.

He only avoided the key point at the critical moment, and the shot grazed the heart.

Unleashed from his back.

Rumble!

The warrior of Tsuneyama, who was standing behind Umeng, was unlucky.

Dozens of them were killed in an instant by this shot.

Seeing this scene, Changshan's warriors were completely stunned.

The Sky Eye Scout, who was watching the battle from a distance, was also dumbfounded.

This Zhao Yun's strength was only nine levels of the Divine Body Realm about a month ago.

How could he suddenly suppress Wumeng, a fourfold martial artist of the Divine Soul Realm?

That's an exaggeration, isn't it?

"Old horseman, do you still dare to fart and make us guinea pigs?"

Zhao Yun's eyes showed a thick disdain, and he looked at Wumeng and sneered.

Wumeng looked at the scar on his chest, glared at Zhao Yun viciously, and said, "The old man really underestimated you.

But do you think you're the only one who has a weapon?"

Umeng didn't use weapons before, because he didn't think it was necessary.

Kill a little Zhao Yun, as soon as he moves his fingers, the other party will inevitably be destroyed.

But now it's different.

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 he took out the long sword, Wumeng rushed towards Zhao Yun again, and he wanted to get back to the field.

The long sword stabbed straight through, and the crazy sword qi destroyed the ancient decay like a violent wind.

On the ground, a deep ravine appeared.

"This is the Great Elder's trick!

Shadow Strike!

This time Zhao Yun is unlucky!"

In the crowd, voices rang out.

Someone from Toyama Warrior regained his composure in advance.

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

"Is this a shadow attack? It's just a kid's trick!"

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 see through which one was true.

But his moves are even more domineering.

A dragon groan rang out.

The spear spun around its body in a sharp circle.

Then a silver dragon roared.

Since there are three figures, they will all be destroyed!

It doesn't matter which one is true.

The silver dragon swept, and Wumeng howled miserably, and the sword in his hand had been knocked out.

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

A terrible wound appeared on his waist.

Changshan's warrior was stunned again.

They couldn't believe it.

If the first time Umeng was shot away, it was because Umeng underestimated the enemy, but what is this now?

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

In the face of Zhao Yun, he was still vulnerable.

"Teng!"

Umeng got up from the ground and fled as far away as he could.

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

This Zhao Yun didn't eat any natural treasures, but his strength became so terrifying.

He simply can't be an opponent.

Recognizing this reality, he will naturally run away.

Otherwise, you'll be killed.

"Can you escape?"

Zhao Yun snorted coldly, and the spear took off his hand, like a silver ray breaking through the air.

Wumeng in mid-air couldn't dodge at all, and was directly pierced through the heart and fell down from mid-air.

Ye Motian heard the prompt sound of the system, and knew that this guy was really dead.

At this point, all the three elders who remained in Changshan were killed.

"Your Majesty, what about these warriors, and how many people are still alive?"

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

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

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

There's no need to kill them all.

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

"Phew, our Changshan Zhao family is the royal family of Changshan Kingdom!

How can I take refuge in you hillbilly!"

A warrior shouted.

"The royal nobles, hehe, it's just a waste that has been taken from the throne.

Kill!"

If you don't surrender, I don't need to leave you behind.

Xiao Yan threw the fire into it, and half of it died in an instant.

"Is there anything else to resist?"

Ye Motian said coldly.

"We are willing to submit, willing to submit!"

The remaining 600 people knelt on the ground in horror, and many were frightened.

Ye Motian has seen a lot of such scenes.

"Gao Shun, these people are temporarily assigned to your jurisdiction!

Attack the Imperial City of Changshan Kingdom, let them be the vanguard.

If you don't dare, kill on the spot!"

(End of chapter)