Super Asura System

Looking at the retreating enemy, Zhao Yiming suddenly heard the voice of the system. He didn't expect the system to release the mission at this time.

"Congratulations to the host for triggering a random task to kill the leader. As a true master, he must have the ability to kill generals in the chaotic army. It is required to kill at least one prince. The task completion rewards a super lottery. A random deduction for failed tasks skill."

Zhao Yiming was very depressed when he heard that, but he had no choice but to confess to the others, and the whole person threw out like a Dapeng bird.

Tevez became his preferred target. This guy didn't expect anyone to chase it out. He didn't retreat with the giant whale legion, but commanded the tiger shark legion, where he kept clamoring.

At this time, it can be said that the scene is chaotic. Even the generals of the Grandmaster Realm are fighting separately there, and they can't be connected into a unified whole.

Zhao Yiming grasped the opportunity very well, using the magical powers of his finger to shoot and kill the soldiers who were blocking him, and soon rushed to Tevez.

He slapped it with a palm of his hand, and Tevez was no more than a master-level cultivation base. Facing Zhao Yiming who had gone all out, he almost had no chance to struggle, so he was cooked.

After Tevez was killed, the whole scene became even more chaotic. Guan Lianshan gritted his teeth and commanded the elite army to rush out. This was completely adding fuel to the fire, and the whole mess became a pot of porridge.

Misfortunes never come singly to the Sea Clan. The Iron Legion, which was originally expected to appear tomorrow morning, suddenly appeared behind them, forming a combined attack.

Adebayor originally wanted to take someone to avenge Tevez, so he just emptied the troops behind him. This time, the Chinese army was left out, and the whole army did not fight.

Zhao Yiming belonged to the type of not having enough money. He saw that he had a chance this time, and he rushed towards the army, planning to kill another prince together.

With his supreme cultivation base, he is invincible in the chaos army, if the opponent's army is neat, there is absolutely no such courage to rush over.

But now it's chaotic like a pot of porridge, and it can't organize effective resistance. He is doing whatever he wants here, and no one can stop him.

After he slapped a few generals to death, he was getting closer and closer to Adebayor, but at this time, a person stopped in front of him, the old turtle Gong Yingming.

The two didn't do it at all, because Zhao Yiming directly gave up the idea of ​​doing it. This old tortoise was superior to him. Thinking about it, a pig had practiced for more than a thousand years, and that was also a master.

Gong Yingming smiled and said, "Master Zhao is indeed the dragon among the people. This time I really thank you for your generous gift. If you kill the Ninth Prince, our Sea Clan will definitely not let it go."

Zhao Yiming smiled and said: "Anyway, I never thought about going out to sea. How can you help me? If you have the ability to come to me in the desert, I must first ensure that I will not be killed.

Our Ming City is not like the Red Sun City. Even if your Sea Clan is dispatched, I can hold it. Then you can give it a try. For your face, I will let this prince go this time. "

Gong Yingming also said with a calm face: "There are many treasures in our sea. Most of your human races are the people who are greedy for fame and fortune. When the time comes, you will not blame us."

Zhao Yiming curled his lips in disdain and said, "The most feared thing this man is threatening. If anyone dares not to open his eyes so much, I will just shoot that **** to death.

A very strange scene appeared, surrounded by scattered troops shouting and killing each other, killing each other, and among them, there were the old and the young, who were chatting here with stalking.

Just over half an hour later, Adebayor took the corpses of the Whale Legion and Tevez slowly back to the sea. This battle was a heavy loss.

But in a sense, it can be considered to have completed the established strategy. It should be said that after this battle, the Red Sun City is also in dilapidated condition.

Although the loss in the city is not great, the loss of the people is not small. A big city that has lost nearly half of its people will not be able to recover in ten or eight years.

The three of Ying Wenlong also rushed to the Red Sun City. Although he is a cultivator, it does not mean that he is stupid. He soon reassures the people on behalf of the royal family and expresses gratitude to everyone.

Feng Qingyun sat quietly in her study, with all the information in front of him, besides a letter.

This is the personal letter written by the Sixth Prince, in which he severely reprimanded him, and at the same time expressed deep dissatisfaction with him.

At this moment, he actually used this kind of trick. He was completely a sinner of the human race. Ying Kai's words were extremely fierce. He even publicly stated that if he could one day ascend to the throne, he would definitely be sentenced to justice.

He sat there with a wry smile. He didn't expect his fame in his first life to end up like this. When he knew that the Tongcheng army had rushed to Hongri City, he knew that he was completely finished.

In the future, I will definitely have a strong stroke in the history books, but it is the title of a traitor to the human race for thousands of years, and I am afraid it will be an eternal shame.

At this time, the door of the study opened, and the old servant who had followed him for many years walked in. The old servant still had a letter in his hand, but his face was very ugly.

Feng Qingyun said calmly, "Who is this letter from? What is on it?"

The old servant sighed and said, "This is a letter from the Zong family. Although the old slave doesn't know what it says, the sender's face is contemptuous and he refuses to accept the reward, saying that he is afraid of staining his hands. "

Feng Qingyun snorted in his heart, and then fell into peace again. This letter was exactly what he thought, expelling him from the clan family, and at the same time moving the tablet of his father's generation from the ancestral hall.

Wen Jing walked in again. The old servant glanced at the woman with disdain, then bowed and said, "The old slave can no longer serve the master. After all, I also have children and grandchildren. They are all pointed out when they go out. I don't want them. Living in the shadows all my life, the old slave family left."

Feng Qingyun nodded and said, "I'm sorry, Uncle Niu, I haven't had much money in these years. I only have a few sets of Confucian classics. I will give it to your old man!"

When the old servant walked past Wen Jing, he vomited a mouthful of phlegm on her feet, with disgust in both eyes. Of course he knew who made this idea.

Wen Jing said with a sad face: "I am the one who killed the master. I really cannot blame him for death. I dare not ask the master to forgive me, but just come over to visit the master."