"Yao Chehou, if you are injured today, he will pay it back ten times a day. ”

"My Kunlun slave will take some interest first, and I want the Su family to die!"

In the land of the Three Kingdoms and Two Demons, Kunlun Nu has an innate sense of superiority.

He is a Ming man, even if he is just a slave, he is still above everyone in the land of the Three Kingdoms and Two Demons.

Except for Wang Numiao, he doesn't take anyone in his eyes......

"It's just a game, it's just a game!"

Kunlun Nu laughed loudly: "Even if I am a slave in the Ming Dynasty, I am higher than you, you are all just the descendants of the rebels, you have to fight to death to have a unified king, understand how glorious it is to be a Ming people to recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors! I am a slave, but I am still one level higher than you!"

"I am a citizen of the Ming Dynasty, a Ming person!"

"A 'Ming' word is branded on my body, wherever I go, all living beings are worshipped, I don't care about your hard work!"

"Only you, Su Jiazi, you have the courage to kill the incarnation of Luo!"

"Dead !!!!!"

.........

Chehou Yaoyong was already crazy, he seemed to see Su Ang die in front of him, and the dignified Otsuka Jae was killed in front of him, Chehou.

It's more like seeing Wang Qing's angry appearance, and the Marquis of Che who has been exchanged for the blood of several generations of Hou Yao's family turned into smoke.

"No, I'm conscientious, I'm walking on thin ice, I'm trying to maintain the lintel of Hou Yao's house!"

"You can't just do it!"

Yao Yong spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his entire body turned a translucent golden color.

Under the skin, you can see the chivalrous liver and gall, you can see the heart and lungs, and you can see the iron bones of the spleen!

He has long been a king, desperately trying his best, he just squeezed the entire body that he had tempered during the heroic period, and the terrifying demon breath condensed into a cone-like spear, stabbing Kunlun Nu's chest fiercely.

"Otsuka is slaughtered, and you are also killed!"

"Let go of Otsuka Zai! Today, my Yao Yong is injured and injured, and his strength has plummeted by three percent, and your country has already earned it!"

"Let go of Otsuka Jae, ahhhhhh

Wang Xia's body was full of golden light, and Jinshi, Wang Xia, and the three-eyed Fangshi in the distance also flew madly.

Not to mention the charge of ineffective guarding, if something happened to any of them in the rear, either Chehou Yaoyong and Su Angli, they would not have to be generals in the army.

Where is the face!

"Just a few criminals, you also want to talk to me about the conditions of Daming Kunlun Nu?"

"Can you really kill me?"

Kunlun Nu took Yao Yong's cone-core spear, and the tip of the spear pierced into his heart without any hindrance, touching his heart.

But at the moment when his life was hanging by a thread, the iron ring on Kunlunnu's arm burst into a cold light.

"The slave of the Ming Dynasty, only the Ming Dynasty can be killed!"

There was a cold shout on the flat ground, and there was also the majesty of the sky.

Yao Yong's demonic breath spear shattered inch by inch and rolled backwards towards him.

But when Yao Yong spurted blood, the terrifying energy that was enough to blast the mountain and shatter the sky disappeared in an instant.

"The blood of the Ming Dynasty must not be hurt. ”

The light of the slave ring disappeared, and it became the most ordinary iron ring.

Kunlun Nu smirked and grabbed Su Ang's face with his palm.

"You and the descendants of the traitors, do you know the might of the Ming Dynasty?"

His five fingers were forceful, clattering Su Ang's skull, and he laughed extremely proudly.

But suddenly he froze, and the powerhouses of the Yao Kingdom who rushed were also frozen, looking at Su Ang's face stupidly.

The face had been crushed and the entire skull was distorted.

However, Su Ang, who looked like he was definitely dead, pulled a smile and said with a comfortable face: "The Son of Heaven guards the country, the king dies, and of course the mighty officials of the Ming Dynasty know." ”

Suddenly, the cold light flashed, and Su Ang shouted angrily: "Just a low-grade slave, dare to hurt my Ming bloodline?"

"Give you a sword, and count me as the grace of your master!"

"Sword and pestle Nanshan, the country is forever safe!"

The groaning sound sounded, but it was not the 'Su Ang' that Kunlun Nu was holding, but it came from the cold back of the city wall.

Almost at the same time, 'Su Ang' turned into a blue sword, and the blade of the sword drove the power of the poem, and shot through Kunlunnu's shoulder.

"Incarnation, sword as incarnation?"

Kunlun Nu wanted to cry without tears.

It turned out that Su Ang, who was talking to Chehou Yaoyong, was not himself, but like the incarnation of Wang Numi, he used special treasures to shape his body and used the sea dragon sword as an incarnation of his body.

He killed Su Ang, which was caught on the edge of the sword.

Kunlun Nu clutched his shoulders and roared bitterly, and then raised his hand to look at a sharp wound on his palm that released black smoke............

"Poisonous!"

He grabbed the hilt of the Sea Dragon Sword with one hand, and his body dispersed towards the void.

"Su Jiazi, you still use the incarnation in your own territory, you have no conscience!"

"You are still smearing poison on the sword, you you, your heart must be black!"

"My heart is darker than my face!"

The angry curses echoed one after another, and then gradually disappeared in the void.

Yao had the courage to scold: "Chase! Kill him! No, he has that strange iron ring, no one can kill him......! Chase! Still have to chase! Snatch back Otsuka's sword!"

"No need. ”

Su Ang's voice came again:

"The younger generation didn't expect this to cause the seniors to be injured, and they asked the seniors to rest more. ”

"The juniors still have official duties, and I will visit the seniors another day. ”

..................

The sea dragon sword was snatched away by Kunlun Nu, and Su Ang was not in a hurry at all.

On the contrary, it was a mountain of official documents, which made him frown.

Its practical incarnation chatting with Che Hou is also a very helpless move, as the saying goes, when the cannon goes off, the gold is ten thousand taels, and the matter of the national expedition seems to be boundless and majestic to others, but for him, it is military rations, baggage, hundreds of thousands of soldiers, and tens of thousands of young people.

The soldiers are to eat, to be clothed, to be tented, and to be paid, and these are all money;

How much maintenance is needed for logistics, how many days can it be reached, and how to distribute it when it arrives, this is all work.

The officials at the bottom have already been counted, but the detailed integration results need to be confirmed by him, one by one, which is enough to make ordinary literati feel white.

He was busy, and he didn't have time to go to the mountains with Yao Che Hou Kan.

"I didn't expect to be lazy and let Yi Ni help get an avatar, but it had such an effect, it's really ......"

Su Ang put down the slip and took a sip of tea, still feeling that it was a headache to deal with so many things, and he needed something more refreshing.

It would be nice to have a cigarette, but the dry tobacco pouch was thrown in the mansion.

Su Ang walked out of the camp tent and found that no one in his comrades smoked dry tobacco pouches, and those veterans who were closer to him had a high status, and even if they had been in contact with the generals all year round, they had all quit smoking dry tobacco.

When he wanted to smoke, he didn't have a cigarette pouch, and Su Ang felt that his mouth was dry.

When he walked out of the camp and stepped onto the road, it was already dark, but there were still more and more people on the road.

There is an endless stream of vendors who help with transportation, logistics pawns who serve in service, unkempt prisoners, and hurried officials.