Invincible Emperor Summoning System

Yue Chen who clamped the tip of the gun smiled slightly and said, "It's fun, isn't it?"

Just now Weng Jin clamped Fang Sisi's sword with his hand, now Yue Chen clamps the tip of Weng Jin's spear with his fingers.

Weng Jin grabbed it with his palm, and the opponent was a little girl at the level of a war spirit. Yue Chen's opponent was Weng Jin.

In contrast, the judgment is judged.

Yue Chen's words were naturally returned to Weng Jin and humiliated on the spot.

Weng Jin shouted sharply: "Hmph, don't be complacent, do you think I didn't see it? You are also using martial arts, so why should you be complacent?"

The middle-aged referee on the side pursed his lips, his face was full of disdain, and secretly said that others were empty-handed, and you used a level 6 magic weapon, how dare you say that?

Yue Chen smiled coldly, and the sword in his right hand suddenly thrust out.

The gun was still held by Yue Chen's finger, and Weng Jin had no time to retreat, so he could only lift the gun barrel and swing Yue Chen's sword away.

"噗!" The sword moved forward against the barrel of the gun, bursting with sparks.

In the eyes of everyone, only the shadow of the sword is heavy.

The sword is too fast, too fast to see clearly.

"Huh?" A muffled hum came from Weng Jin's mouth.

Only then did everyone see that Yue Chen's sword pierced Weng Jin's wrist.

The sword did not stab deeply, but blood gushed out.

Weng Jin's tendon was broken.

"You, you!" Weng Jin half-raised his injured hand, looking at Yue Chen with a livid face.

"This is just the beginning!" Yue Chen sneered, and the next moment, Yue Chen's sword slashed at Weng Jin's other hand again.

Weng Jin had no choice but to give up the silver spear in his hand, and retreated quickly.

Yue Chen grabbed the silver spear and swung it fiercely behind him. The silver spear pierced into the stone slab of the ring, sank in half, and its tail trembled.

The sword light in Yue Chen's hand bloomed, turning into layers of sword shadows.

"Ah!" Weng Jin clenched his fist tightly with his right hand, and strength surged from his body, pouring into the armor on his body.

On the blue battle armor, a blue light burst out, turning into a thin mask to protect Weng Jin.

The magic weapon of protection is activated.

Yue Chen smiled disdainfully, the sword in his hand glowed again and landed on the mask.

Whether the magic weapon is strong or not depends mainly on the person who uses it.

Yue Chen's sword cut through the light of the blue armor like a shattering one, and his figure suddenly slid to the back of Weng Jin.

"Ah!" Weng Jin put his right hand on his body, and it was stained with blood. Not only the tendons in his hand were broken, but also a large piece of flesh disappeared.

The severe pain frantically stimulated his nerves.

"I, I want..." Weng Jin roared vigorously, he finally knew that Yue Chen's strength was far beyond his comparison.

He didn't want to continue to suffer, he wanted to admit defeat.

Yue Chen grabbed Weng Jin's forehead with his right hand, and pressed down hard.

With a sound of "Boom!", Weng Jin's face made intimate contact with the slate, and Yue Chen pressed back the words that Weng Jin had just brought to his lips.

The place where the face touched the slate was covered with blood.

This blow probably shattered the bridge of the nose.

It wasn't over yet, Yue Chen bypassed Weng Jin's feet, and stabbed hard with the sword.

The thigh was pierced and blood spurted out.

"Ah!" Weng Jin screamed.

Weng Jin at this moment is naturally extremely miserable, but everyone sees it, not only does not feel sympathy, but feels a wave of evil in his body is venting.

When Weng Jin treated Fang Sisi cruelly, he was labeled as a rebel in many people's hearts.

"Kill him!" I don't know who yelled that first, and soon the whole arena was filled with the sound of killing him.

The corner of the middle-aged referee's mouth twitched slightly. If the person was really killed, it would be his responsibility. Of course, this responsibility will not be too great.

"Stop!" King Dingjiang's face changed drastically, and finally he couldn't sit still anymore, and he got up and let out a roar.

The next moment, King Dingjiang jumped up from the stands and flew towards the ring.

Yue Chen grinned grimly, raised his sword, and pointed it at Weng Jin's legs.

Yue Chen ignored the flying King Dingjiang, and said fiercely to Weng Jin: "Didn't you just want to cut off my subordinate's legs? What you didn't finish, I will do it for you."

While speaking, the sword in Yue Chen's hand slashed down fiercely.

Weng Jin moved his lips, but because his mouth and face were seriously injured, he didn't make a sound.

"Stop!" King Dingjiang roared again in mid-air, grabbed the void with his right hand, and the billowing force rushed towards Yue Chen like a tide.

The middle-aged referee squinted at the flying King Dingjiang with dissatisfaction, and sneered in his heart: What's the use of you f*cking shouting to stop, you can only stop by calling me to admit defeat.

At the same time, the middle-aged referee suddenly clapped his palms, and powerful strength surged to meet King Dingjiang's blow.

As a referee, how can you let the outsiders interfere with the players on the field?

No matter how strong King Dingjiang is, in the eyes of the middle-aged referee, he is nothing more than an idler.

The palms of the two collided with each other, and King Dingjiang's body was knocked down from the air by the middle-aged referee, and fell to the ground of the martial arts arena.

"Ah!" A scream came from Weng Jin's mouth, his legs were cut off by the roots, and he let out a scream.

Only then did Yue Chen glance at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and then gestured to Weng Jin's arm with his sword.

Weng Jin looked at Yue Chen's movements from the corner of his eye, and felt even more astonished, and shouted: "Admit defeat, I admit defeat."

Yue Chen wanted to strike down with his sword, but this time, the middle-aged referee didn't let Yue Chen do what he wanted, and stood in front of Yue Chen, shaking his head at Yue Chen.

In the distance, King Dingjiang flew again. This time, the middle-aged referee did not stop him.

King Dingjiang landed on the ring, his eyes piercing Yue Chen like swords.

Yue Chen showed a bright smile, facing each other without fear.

"Yue Chen, yes, you are really good." King Dingjiang gritted his teeth and shouted every word.

"Thank you for the compliment!" Yue Chen grinned, as if he really accepted the praise.

King Dingjiang gritted his teeth again, and said word by word: "As neighbors, we Jiangguo will definitely take good care of Yueguo."

Taking care of the word, was bitten very hard.

"You're welcome!" Yue Chen said with a smile.

King Dingjiang didn't continue to pay attention to Yue Chen, as if he didn't bother to talk to him, he said to the referee: "This time we, Jiang Kingdom, admit defeat, the game is over."

The middle-aged referee nodded expressionlessly, and then shouted, "Yue Guosheng."

King Dingjiang threw it casually, and the flying boat floated in front of him. Under his power, Weng Jin and his broken legs flew up one after another and landed on the boat.

The rest of the players also jumped onto the upstairs boat one by one.

Compared with the self-confidence they had just arrived, the young players at this moment drooped their heads one by one, like dead parents, not daring to look up at King Jiang for fear of being angered.

The building boat soared into the sky, rapidly became larger in the void, and headed towards the east at high speed.

"Jiang Guo, hehe!" Yue Chen looked at the black spots in the distance and sneered.

After Dingjiang King Jiang Yunhe went back this time, he was afraid that he would start a war immediately while he was here to compete.

The war between the two countries is imminent.

The civil and military personnel of Yue Kingdom are still there, so Yue Chen is full of confidence...