Invincible Emperor Summoning System

Fang Sisi and several companions around raised their heads with a feeling.

"It's him, Weng Jin!" Fang Sisi gritted her teeth, the old hatred welling up in her heart.

Murong An said with a gloomy face, "Hehehe, this guy is here too."

Weng Jin is the third rank of the King of War and possesses several level 5 magic weapons.

Fang Sisi and other members of Yue Chen's personal guards, because they were the first to break through to the War King, gained experience in a series of subsequent battles, and were successfully promoted to the third rank of the War King.

"Hahaha, we meet again." Weng Jin laughed loudly, grabbed a black spear with his right hand, and smashed it down hard, enveloping Yue Ling and the other five people.

He is confident that with one against five, he can also maim them all in an instant.

"Good job!" Fang Bin raised his shield suddenly.

"Childish!" Weng Jin snorted coldly, as if seeing the scene where Fang Bin was smashed into a mass of flesh and blood with his own shot.

"Dang!" The loud sound of the metal impact was deafening, and Weng Jin's pupils suddenly widened.

He found that his blow did not break the opponent's shield...

This scene shocked him extremely.

The next moment, Fang Sisi, Murong An and others flew up, parallel to Weng Jin, Fang Sisi raised the sword in his hand, and slashed down fiercely!

The combat power erupted, and terrifying power poured into the sword like a tide, and the sharpness of the sword was exposed, and the sword light was extremely dazzling.

"War King, how is it possible?" Weng Jin roared in disbelief.

On the other side of him, Murong An held the gun with both hands, the gun was sharply lit, and the body of the gun slammed down hard.

Another battle king.

"This is impossible..." Weng Jin shouted again.

At the position of the head, Xu Ming raised his long knife and slashed down fiercely.

Weng Jin suddenly turned around, turned his back to the ground, and blocked the black gun in front of him, resisting the attack of the three men.

"Boom!" Three attacks slammed on the black gun, smashing Weng Jin from the sky into the ground, creating a huge pit.

Severe pain came from behind, and Weng Jin couldn't help spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Weng Jin lay in the pit and opened his eyes, and saw Fang Sisi and four other people appeared on the edge of the pit.

The four held weapons and stabbed down fiercely.

"No!" Weng Jin roared, watching the four magic weapons pierced into every part of his body.

A sword pierced the heart, and a gun pierced the throat.

Weng Jin spit out blood in the deep pit, his eyes were full of unwillingness and disbelief.

Just now, he was still in high spirits, and wanted to kill everyone with his own power.

In a blink of an eye, he was about to die instead.

Unwilling...

Weng Jin's body gradually became motionless, his eyes widened and he could not rest in peace.

"presumptuous!"

A roar exploded between heaven and earth, and King Dingjiang was furious when he saw the tragic death of his beloved disciple.

This is one of his favorite disciples, who has the strength of a war king at a young age, and is also the most likely second war king in Jiang country.

In addition, Weng Jin's cruelty won his heart.

The loss of this disciple made him heartbroken, and at the same time, his anger erupted like a volcano. He wanted to take action himself to wipe out all the troops below.

Then slowly torture Yue Chen to death in order to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

King Dingjiang gritted his teeth and grabbed with his right hand, a silver spear appeared in his hand.

The light on the silver gun exploded, aiming at Fang Sisi and the others below from afar.

At this moment, King Dingjiang felt threatened, raised his head suddenly, and smashed out the power accumulated in his hand.

"Dang!" An arrow collided with the silver spear, and it hit King Dingjiang's tiger's mouth with a slight pain.

In front of the building boat, a young man in silver armor stood proudly.

The black pupils, as bright and dazzling as obsidian, shone with awe-inspiring heroism.

There are eagle-like eyes hidden under the seemingly calm eyes, which are even more imposing when paired with a handsome face that is upright and strong, with a deep contour like a carving.

The silver gun, the silver boots, the silver armor, the silver aura billowing out, it's soul-stirring!

Even though King Dingjiang had seen countless Tianjiao, he couldn't help being slightly absent-minded the moment he saw this young man.

In King Dingjiang's heart, this person seemed to be a sharp spear, fierce and unstoppable.

Looking at his young face, King Dingjiang's heart was slightly settled.

No matter how talented, but...too young.

"Report your name, and no one will die under this king's gun." King Dingjiang shouted, with a murderous look on his body.

He hasn't done it himself for a long time.

"Yue Guo, Zhao Yun!" Zhao Yun held a silver gun and bowed slightly, with an indifferent expression and a fighting spirit.

King Dingjiang yelled grimly: "An unknown person dares to block the old man, no matter what, the old man will let you know first, and block the end of the old man."

The silver spear in King Dingjiang's hand shook lightly, and infinite spear light suddenly emerged, and the gun in his right hand turned into a stream of light and shot out suddenly.

For a moment, the sharp gun light shook the sky and the earth, as if it wanted to pierce the sky.

Zhao Yun's face turned pale, and a flash of disappointment flashed across his face. Immediately, he held the gun with one hand, and the silver gun was shot out suddenly.

The body of King Dingjiang, who was flying fast, suddenly appeared, and the silver spear in his hand blocked Zhao Yun's spear point, and Zhao Yun slapped him fiercely.

"Boom!" King Dingjiang's body hit the ground like a meteorite.

A huge sinkhole appeared.

In the tiankeng, the ground on King Dingjiang's back split open, and there were dense cracks like spider webs.

King Dingjiang couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

With just one move, he was completely defeated.

King Dingjiang still wanted to stand up and fight again, but the severe pain in his body told him that he had completely lost his fighting power under the opponent's blow.

On the top of the deep pit, Zhao Yun fell slowly, pointing his spear at King Dingjiang's throat, and said indifferently: "If you resist again, you will die!"

King Dingjiang looked at Zhao Yun unwillingly, and couldn't help exclaiming: "You... how can you have such strength. You are so arrogant, why follow Yue Chen."

Zhao Yun said indifferently: "If it hadn't been for His Majesty not ordering, the blow just now would have killed you. Don't talk too much, it will make His Majesty displeased and increase your sins."

"What, what. It wasn't your all-out blow just now..." King Dingjiang's pupils widened, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Zhao Yun said disdainfully: "You are not qualified to let me do my best..."

Lying in the deep pit, King Dingjiang watched Yue Chen's subordinates smash Tuo Boye into the air with a punch, and put several long knives on Tuo Boye's neck.

The great general who protects the country, the disciple of King Dingjiang, was wounded and captured alive.

The soldiers under Yue Chen's command erupted with unimaginable power for King Dingjiang. Such a powerful force could easily destroy Jiang's army.

Now, Jiang Yunhe finally understood why Yue Chen was so confident that he personally led an army of five thousand.

He finally understood what it meant for Yue Chen to kneel and surrender without begging for mercy. It turned out that he really had such confidence.

pity myself...

Originally, Jiang Guo and Yue Guo were relatively harmonious on the surface.

It was he who wanted to suppress Yue State, take Yue State's land into his pocket, and maintain the dignity of Jiang State, which caused the war to break out.

For this, Jiang Guo prepared for half a month and spent countless national power.

But in a blink of an eye, his preparations became a joke, and he went to the foot of Fenglei Mountain full of confidence and strength, but was defeated like a mountain.

Looking at Zhao Yun's young face, Jiang Yunhe sighed softly. He knew that no one in the east of Chuzhou could suppress the rise of Yue Guo.