More than 3,000 people on and off the stage of the military camp training ground secretly smiled and looked at Amon and Batar who were holding each other, but their expressions were quite admirable.

Anyone can see the consumption of the two, it is indeed after a desperate struggle, and they stand opposite each other on the school stage and do not admit defeat.

In addition to the high-level, the combat power of the Eight Tartars is well known, even Jintang and Hou Jiayou have praised each other, and are known as the invincible existence of the same level in Gangfeng Gorge, and Amon is one layer weaker than his cultivation, and he can actually fight against it, although his legs tremble a little when he stands on the stage, he is injured by the shield in many places, and his shoulders are also hit the surface, if he continues to fight, Amon will be defeated, but if he wants to win, he will have to pay the price.

This point was also clear to the Eight Tartars themselves, and he was quite shocked by this, and couldn't help but look at the plain Wen Yiming.

In his heart, not only Amon, but also Lao Wu and Zhong Xiaoshan are difficult opponents, and the gap between them and himself is just cultivation, and their combat power is actually not low.

He didn't think that Wen Yiming would be stronger than Amon, maybe for some reason that outsiders didn't know, so that Amon and the others followed willingly.

Sighing in his heart, his gaze swept over the Dragon Soul team members in the audience, and secretly said that it was indeed worthy of his reputation to be able to escape from the wanted and robbery order of the Wild Shadow.

Lao Wu woke up, walked to Zhong Xiaoshan's side to help him, and looked at each other with the eyes of the Eight Tartars.

"You've won!" Yatar's tone was bitter, but there was no taste of unwillingness.

He knew very well that it was already very difficult to completely defeat Amon, Zhong Xiaoshan and Lao Wu could return to the battle at any time, and in the team battle, they had already been defeated.

Team battles are not one-man battles!

His teammates are not bad, and they spare no effort in the battle, the only difference is the cooperation between each other, and the control of the battle situation, which he has to admit that in team operations, they are not lacking a star and a half.

Wen Yiming stepped forward and took out the healing potion and took it with Ba Xing and Fan Lang, waved his hand to release the Holy Light Technique, causing the two of them to wake up and look at the Eight Tartars in the complicated eyes of the two.

Eight Tartars were respectful, the battle was over, Wen Yiming did not heal his teammates first, details determine success or failure, it is no accident that Wen Yiming can let Amun, these talented martial cultivators, follow.

"Instructor!" Eight Tartars put away the round shield and spear, hugged his fists, his tone was emotionless, looked at the three Amun who walked off the school platform, and said, "You have a group of good teammates!"

Wen Yiming smiled faintly, he understood what Batar meant, and he was not convinced, he was only admitting defeat against his teammates, and he was not qualified to do so.

"Eight Tartars, although you lost the team battle, I still accept your challenge!" Wen Yiming stopped the Eight Tartars who helped Ba Xing and Fan Lang to the edge of the school platform, and under his surprised gaze, he took out the dragon spear and said with a smile: "But let me move my muscles and bones first, and let you recover by the way, I won't take advantage of you!"

Eight Tartars beckoned the two soldiers to help Ba Xing and Fan Lang get off the school platform, and re-sacrifice the blade, his consumption is indeed not small, but he is confident that he can take down Wen Yiming, who is only the third layer of the Great Martial Arts, in the remaining physical strength.

The three thousand soldiers in the audience smiled at the corners of their mouths, quite disdainful, thinking that Wen Yiming was going to take advantage of the Eight Tartars to consume the drama Liwei, Hong Tao thought about it, and his face changed.

Hongrong and Cai Yantong shook their heads and smiled bitterly between each other, and they also felt that Wen Yiming was a little bad at doing this, but the five elders had the intention of stopping it, but when they saw Wen Yiming's eyes fall on a towering pillar outside the school platform, they put away their thoughts.

On both sides of the school platform are two tall stone pillars with a diameter of three meters that connect the crust of the stone city, which have existed since ancient times, and the unevenness on them seems to be imprinted with the traces of time.

Batar also looked at the stone pillar two hundred meters away from him with Wen Yiming's gaze, and when he was puzzled, he saw him raise his arm and raise his gun and rush out.

'Poof——!'

The school platform exploded, there was a sound of vibration, and in a series of afterimages, a circle of shock waves suddenly erupted, and the air waves rolled, and almost at the same time, a roar like a fierce beast made people want to cover their ears.

"Uhh

The thunder of the battle howl roared! Wen Yiming admired the fierce Eight Tartars, but he had to stand up in front of the three thousand sergeants.

Without any hesitation, the sacrificial blow came up one after the other, exploding a drop of essence blood.

In everyone's eyes, Wen Yiming, who only shot out a distance of ten meters, suddenly burst out with a strong murderous aura, flipped his waist and raised his arms in the roar, and the Ziyan Dragon Spear roared out with a long Zixia tail.

'Ang ——!'

The dragon's roar almost made the air roar, and the dragon spear went straight to the stone pillar, as if it had traveled through time and space, and as soon as it was thrown out of his hand, the stone pillar two hundred meters away roared and vibrate.

'Boom ——!'

The artistic conception of the spear, the rainbow!

A puff of smoke rose from the stone pillar, as if the air had been torn apart in an instant, creating a scorching heat, and a mist filled the air.

There was silence in the school grounds, and as the smoke cleared, the eyeballs fell to the ground and were dumbfounded.

The stone city material that is difficult to leave traces on the sword, and the dragon spear head on the same pillar is not entered, although it is not deep, but the dragon spear is firmly nailed to it.

This is what the third layer of the Great Martial Arts can do? They couldn't believe their eyes.

The same is true for the five elders, the magic of the stone city they know that it is impossible to reach this step with Wen Yiming's cultivation, and the only possible thing is the dragon spear.

Even so, it may not be possible to do it in the early stage of the great martial arts or even the early stage of the generals, although they have long known Wen Yiming's strength, they are still shocked by his endless methods.

Eight Tartars held the spear tightly in his hand, and looked at the dragon spear humming on the stone pillar not far away, unable to calm down for a long time.

Only at this moment did he understand why Wen Yiming had to warm up first, just this shot, he couldn't catch it at all.

He knew that even if he fought hard in a state of complete victory, he might not be able to catch this shot, and even the three commanders would not be able to retreat with their whole body.

After a long time, he looked at Wen Yiming, put away his blade, raised his right fist flat, and smashed it on his left chest with a bang.

"Instructor!

At the same time, Ba Xing and Fan Lang in the audience were the same, although their tones were slightly weak, but they were full of sincerity.

Everyone admires the strong, not to mention that this is a military camp, except for what Wen Tao Wu strategy, the big fist can always make people look high, and even the three commanders are also admired.

From beginning to end, Wen Yiming's performance was recognized, although he was a little arrogant in his words, but after the defeat of the Eight Tartar Regiment, and the subsequent shocking blow, he confirmed to everyone what he said before, all the facts, not exaggerated.

What's more, Wen Yiming still has the blood of their Heavenly Ancestors, and they have a relieving grace for their relatives in Yutang Mountain, and the rejection in their hearts has suddenly subsided.

Wen Yiming nodded at the Eight Tartars, looked down, and said loudly: "It is undeniable that Lei Mingyuan values me! However, this is not the reason why we live here, it is not Wen Mou's promotion, your individual combat power far exceeds the same martial arts cultivation in the outside world, why do we want to be in a sideline, why should we be afraid of the Wild Shadow?"

"That's right, the Wild Shadow has thousands of years of heritage, but they don't have genius warriors like Ba Xing, Fan Lang, and Eight Tartars, Wen can tell you very responsibly, I created a natural disaster, and I will spare no effort to deal with the Crazy Shadow to the end in this life until its demise!"

"Or, I, Wen Yiming, disappeared into the Heavenly Continent! If I don't have this determination, Gangfeng Gorge will count me in vain!"