Wen Yiming believes that the team battle will not be defeated, although Zhong Xiaoshan is seriously injured, it is not to the extent that it is difficult to return to the battle, and Ba Xing and Fan Lang have completely lost their combat effectiveness.

But he always felt that the eight tartars still had hole cards, and the momentum of not admitting defeat made him feel familiar, which was the belief in moving forward.

Although Lao Wu was not dizzy, a thunderbolt shook his true essence away, and his internal breath could not be connected at all, and his claws were horizontal in front of his chest, and the only thing he relied on was that Amon could rescue him before his internal breath recovered.

Amon shouted, his body began to swell, and the blood-drinking knife slashed, and his momentum skyrocketed in the frenzy.

The eight tartars seemed to have seen through it, although they were imprisoned, their hands were free, the round shield was turning in the circle to dissolve the three claw shadows that came out from the bottom, ignoring the rescue of Amon, a thunderous roar erupted from the dusty throat, and the head of Moxigan, which was draped backwards, stood upright, as if beaten with chicken blood, and the fighting spirit was high.

The spear in his hand was nailed to the gap between Amon, and the round shield was picked up at the same time and quickly smashed at the old Wu who had no power to resist, which was actually a lose-lose fight.

Wen Yiming was shocked, this is especially Contra Douluo who has fought too much, and he is hairy!

The Eight Tartars not only have an image like Sparta, but this same way of playing is also enough for Sparta!

He subconsciously thought that Amon's siege of Wei to save Zhao was useless, and he had to return to defense, which was a feeling, and of course there was also a judgment of details.

The eight tartars took out their shields and smashed Lao Wu completely for speed, and Zhen Yuan did not attach much, and although the spear thrown was violent, it was not an all-out attack on Amun's vital point.

If everyone doesn't change the move, the result is that Lao Wu is shot away, because the internal breath is not smooth, it is likely to faint instantly, and the tendon fracture is definitely inevitable, but it is not a big deal, that shield blow is purely based on speed.

And Amon is at most pierced through the shoulder blade by a spear, which will not be fatal, of course, with the explosive power of the Eight Tartars, Amon is likely to lose an arm, but the Eight Tartars will be in a different place.

He could think of such a result, Amon and Lao Wu could also think of it, and the Eight Tartars also understood it, but he did it without hesitation, and it was impossible to rely on it.

Amon has entered a madness, and his sanity has been somewhat affected, and in the face of the eight Tatars' deadly style of play, if he returns to defense, he is still called a madman?

He only slightly tilted his left shoulder, and his left arm was flipped up at the same time, and he slashed towards the spear that shot through, and the blood-drinking knife was unstoppable, and he was bound to exchange his wounds for his life.

"Grass! are all fierce people!" Sai Yaren and Cui Lang in the audience swallowed their saliva, the fighting consciousness of the Dragon Soul team members has grown rapidly under Wen Yiming's long-term cultivation, so that they don't even have this knowledge. ad_250_left();

There were a few painful snorts and tremors from the school and Taiwan battle circle.

Lao Wu was slapped away with more fractures than Wen Yiming expected, Amon snorted, his left shoulder avoided the vital point, and grabbed the spear that pierced through the attack, and with the strength of his madness, the spearhead still penetrated into the shoulder, entering the flesh for several inches, and his spear grasping hand burst into the tiger's mouth, and the blood flowed like a pour.

The only thing that surprised the dragon soul was that when the Eight Tartars took the first step to fly Lao Wu, at the moment when the Blood Drinking Knife landed, a circle of red light floated on its body, as if blocking the fatal blow like an energy shield.

Lao Wu fainted and fell to the ground, Amon was forced back a few steps by the red mang's countershock and spear penetration, and the eight tartars were also slashed out nearly ten meters with a single sword, and surprise flashed in his eyes.

Wen Yiming paused, he almost sacrificed the dragon spear to rescue the Eight Tartars, although Ba Xing and Fan Lang's injuries were serious, with his current Holy Light Technique ability to treat them would not be a problem, but Amon's knife must have split the Eight Tartars in half.

It's not that he's benevolent, but that the fighting power and fighting style of the Eight Tartars make him extremely appreciative, although he was suppressed from the beginning, you must know that the other three have all control skills, and their actual combat power far exceeds that of the same level of martial arts cultivation, and it is not easy to be able to not lose in the two confinements of Zhong Xiaoshan and Lao Wu!

At this moment, Amon pulled out the spear on his shoulder, dropped off the school platform, and looked at the Eight Tartars, and his body began to continue to expand.

He is going to enter the absolute primary madness, and the Eight Tartars are a real rival, if they keep it and let alone win, it will be lucky to be undefeated.

The pupils of the eight tartars contracted, and the storage belt did not know how many spears were stored, and when he was shooting violently, three more spears appeared in his hands, and he shook his hands and shook his hands.

'Woooooooo

The sound of the wind was dull, like a howling winter wind.

Amon hedged with a knife, how could the madman retreat, and his momentum could not be suppressed.

In the midst of the slashing, scorching smoke appeared from his waist, and three flames faintly appeared.

Temple inheritance, painful burning activation.

"Come on!" a thick voice burst out of Amun's mouth, and he threw out the True Yuan butcher's knife against the eight tartars who jumped down.

'Bang——!poof!'

The figures of the two of them charged at a rapid speed staggered, back to back ten meters apart, the Eight Tartars turned around slowly, and their eyes were firmly fixed on the three black and red twisted flames coiled around Amon's waist;

The two of them actually broke out their control martial arts skills at the same time in high-speed hedging, controlling each other in no particular order, which made everyone sigh at the precise control of the fighter by the two.

It's not that the Eight Tartars didn't think about throwing spears to attack while turning, but he could feel the changes in Amon, as if the True Yuan's internal breath was not affected, but it was absolutely fixed by the lightning attack, which did not affect the defense of the True Yuan of the limbs.

Moreover, his movements are slow, and even if he throws a spear, the opponent is likely to release his immobilization, and he has an extremely accurate grasp of the control time of his martial arts.

Turning back to hedge twice, the situation was no different, and the two sides were hit by the opponent's controlled martial arts again, but the Eight Tartars tentatively threw their spears, making him understand that Amon's True Yuan Inner Breath did not have much effect, and it was only weakened in an instant.

Amon had some difficulty defending and projecting spears in his immobilization, the tiger's mouth was slightly cracked, and the eight tartars were not happy, and in the staggered passage, a large piece of his back was burned by the burning of pain, which was hot and painful, and there was a faint corrosive power, so that he had to separate the true yuan to suppress it.

As a madman, Amon was suppressed, and similarly, the Eight Tartars, who had been invincible at the same level for more than 20 years in Gangfeng Gorge, were also angry, and the two began to fight against each other.

Eight Tartars wandered and threw spears, full of his tungsten steel spears, every time Amon's virus butcher knife in his body was delayed, he launched a lightning attack to set Amon in the original setting, but the effect was not great, because he was afraid of being burned, he had to be careful and careful.

After Amon's second absolute madness, he no longer loses his mind, because the pony absorbs his negative emotions one by one in the school stage, and all that is left is pure combat power improvement.

Despite this, he is still not easy, both of them have control skills, their attributes have improved in all directions in the madness, and their physique strength is comparable to that of the Eight Tartars, but because of the lack of chain knives, it is difficult to give full play to their maximum advantages, if it were not for the Eight Tartars who are afraid of his painful burning, he will be even more difficult.

What bothered Amon the most was that every once in a while, red rays would emerge from the Eight Tatars' bodies, canceling out his True Yuan Butcher's Knife, which made him suffer several big losses.

The two of them did not flinch in the mutual control and fight from far and near, and they accurately controlled the control skills to contain each other at the critical moment, and at the first opportunity, they violently bombarded each other, did not retreat half a step, and the consumption was terrifying, but the battle intent in their eyes did not decrease at all, and from the killing intent and roar that erupted from both sides, everyone knew that the two had already played out of anger, and no one was convinced.

Zhong Xiaoshan stood up, lifted the heavy shield and slowly approached, the eight tartars were not afraid, and when they had time to raise their hands and throw spears to kill the two of them, their momentum climbed to the peak.

Amon slashed the spear with a knife, and in the mutual control, he gasped for breath and said, "Xiaoshan get out of the way, Lao Tzu has to let this guy lie down today!"

The Eight Tartars laughed wildly, pestle the spear and panted, "Come on, come on, Lao Tzu's spear can't be calm!"

Everyone was stunned, why didn't these two goods do it? The consumption was too large, and the dry saliva war?

Wen Yiming also rolled his eyes secretly, Nima, is this really Sparta?