As the heir of the four ministers, even if they crush the other party in the case of four to one, they will not be able to win the battle, and there is nothing to be proud of, and after more than half of the time, they are still deadlocked, and they have not been able to take advantage of much, which makes their faces feel hot pain.

Among the four, only Jin Jiang is going all out, but he is a defensive martial artist, and he doesn't have many offensive martial arts, all he can do is to suppress and contain the opponent.

Wen Yiming admired Jinjiang's humble young man, which reminded him of Tie Bi in the same gate in the two cities, and he was also a person who was so upright that he didn't have a wife.

If it weren't for Jinjiang's efforts to attack and defend, it would not be easy for him to deliberately hang the lottery.

Forty has passed, Cai Zhi went around behind the enemy, and the short dagger phantom exploded one after another, and at the same time angrily scolded his teammates, "Do you really want to make the four ministers lose face? Hou Ye, Hong Yuan, don't think about me if you don't make any effort in the future!"

Hou Ye's hearts tightened, and the strength that had already moved eighty percent suddenly broke out with all his strength, cooperating with Cai Zhi and Jinjiang to integrate attack and defense, and exerting their martial arts with all their might, not daring to stay any longer.

Wen Yiming's pressure increased greatly, although he was not in danger, but he didn't dare to take it lightly, the four great martial arts students of the eighth layer of martial arts he faced the enemy with his bare hands, in the situation that the other party did not leave his hand, although he wanted to win in the remaining time, although he would not break out the hole cards, he had to let go with all his might.

After a long time of fighting, he could see that the four people who had lived in seclusion in Lei Mingyuan all the year round were actually much higher than the same martial arts cultivators in the outside world in terms of combat effectiveness, but they did not have killing intent, and their combat effectiveness was sharply reduced.

Even if he didn't keep his hand at the moment, he still didn't feel Ling Yan's killing intent, and these were the core essence of combat power, just like a person's soul.

Everyone was silent at the moment, Hong Tong and Hou Zhao looked at each other speechlessly, Wen Yiming's acting skills were naked in the eyes of several of them, and he could force back the fourth-order peak mandrill with one shot, even if he was fighting the enemy with his bare hands, he would not be able to rub it for so long.

Hou Xiaochun stood with a group of plain women, their eyes were full of brilliance; the eyes of the Wuxiu villagers were full of amazement, as for the ordinary villagers, they just wanted to be lively, until the last moment, they couldn't see which was stronger and which was weak, of course, for one to fight four, they still felt that it was amazing, at least they knew the power of the four ministers.

Hong Tao's cheeks were hot, he felt a little unbearable, although he was only the peak of the ninth layer of the Great Martial Arts, he also saw that Wen Yiming had left his hands in many places.

At this moment, although Wen Yiming is a little clumsy, it is not a problem to survive the sixty numbers, he knows this very well, he is both relieved and slightly disappointed, is it true that the revenge of Sichen Village is hopeless? The leaders of the four young generations can't even help a low-level martial cultivator, what can they do to find revenge on the Shadow Legion?

Cai Shishi looked at the figures in the field shaking, her eyes flashed, and she said to Hou Dakui: "This child is young, and his fists have an artistic conception, old Hou, do you feel familiar?"

Hou Dakui snorted and said, "You can see it too, we still felt it when we watched the old village chief teach Hong Tao's spear skills eight years ago, but it's impossible."

Cai Shishi transmitted after a while, "It's very similar, but I always feel that the gun intent is broader than that of the old village chief, although he didn't use it with all his might." Oh, I didn't mean to get hurt this time, but to this kid, alas."

At this time, Wen Yiming took a step back, broke away from the four of them and gathered ten meters together, raised his hand to blow a strong wind in the shoulder well point, stopped a wound on his right shoulder, and a vicious aura flashed in his eyes.

Under the full strength of the four of them, he finally wanted to survive only sixty seconds to finish, but he didn't expect Cai Zhi to burst out with a strange body method, and almost cut his throat under the cooperation and suppression of the three people.

Wen Yiming was slapping himself in his heart, if it weren't for his tiger-shaped slashing and keeping his hand, Cai Zhi would have died half on the spot, he didn't think that this woman was completely crazy, she didn't appreciate it at all, and she wanted to exchange her injuries for death.

The four people who rushed forward instantly felt a chilling killing intent emanating from Wen Yiming's body, mixed with a trace of anger.

The quiet and wide archway site suddenly sounded a horse chirping and neighing, and the vocal cords were cheerful, and in an instant, I saw the little white horse that had just gone around following behind Wen Yiming, scraping his front hooves and squinting to enjoy the incomparably good.

'Sonorous', Wen Yiming's arms struck, the ash bracers shook, and when the wind under his feet burst out, Jinjiang took off and knocked the heavy shield over, Hou Ye's soft sword was one step behind, followed by Hong Yuan's spear stab, and Cai Zhi was left at the end due to the shock of the tiger-shaped split.

"Drink, ——!"

Wen Yiming roared, a red flashed in his eyes, and he punched the shield with his lunge, and the artistic conception of the lance was integrated, and it burst out with the sun.

'Poof——!'

Jin Jiang's figure shot out backwards, was blasted out thirty meters away by a punch, and when he landed, he vomited out a mouthful of blood.

"The marksmanship is good, but he has not gained the soul!" While speaking, Wen Yiming dodged to avoid Hou Ye, the wind and step violently, and he instantly stuck to Hongyuan, and with a tiger-shaped split, he split the rest of the dying spears into two with ash bracers, turned to face Hou Ye, who was killing, and kicked Hongyuan upside down into a rolling gourd with a tiger's tail foot.

"Soft sword, hum" Wen Yiming stretched his five fingers, and the selfless true yuan was densely covered in the palm of his fingers, and instantly grabbed the real body in the sword shadow, and the real yuan stepped close at the same time as he pulled back, and rushed out with his shoulders slanted.

'Bang ——!'

Hou Ye slid out dozens of meters close to the ground, watching Wen Yiming crackle and crumple his soft sword into a ball, smashing the short dagger in Cai Zhi's hand with a snort, the remnants of his body continued, and in an instant, he reached close, and his five fingers buckled on Cai Zhi's white and long neck.

Wen Yiming has passed through the three great treasures of the Lingyuan Crystal Essence, the Purple Night Grass, and the Dragon Yin Fruit, and these ordinary swords have been difficult to hurt him in the slightest, but in the eyes of others, they have been shocked beyond measure, and the same is true for the descendants of the four ministers.

Jin Jiang stared blankly at a dented fist mark on the heavy shield beside him, and it was almost pierced, what an explosive power at this time, how majestic Zhenyuan was.

Hong Yuan and Hou Ye looked at each other and shook their heads, there was shock, loss, shame in their eyes, and so on, it was very complicated.

Wen Yiming has a pony behind him who has been absorbing the anger, and his emotions are slowly calming down, he believed the words of the old horse, and entered the Great Martial Arts, the side effects of Rakshasa blood and questionnaires began to intensify, at that time, his mind was instantly full of violence and murder, a red mang, if there was no pony behind him, so that he could keep his sanity and be merciful, these three people had broken their tendons and fractures, and they had to lie down for at least ten days and half a month.

"Husband, calm down!" Fifth Qiuwen first uttered this unspeakable title, still in front of the public.

She has a Tianyin spirit body, and she can feel that Wen Yiming's reason is a little confused, if they kill Cai Zhi in Lei Mingyuan, they can't leave this place at all.

She was afraid that her voice would not be able to penetrate Zhenyuan and not be able to awaken Wen Yiming's out-of-control reason, so she could only use the title he wanted to hear the most to make him sober.

Wen Yiming really wanted to teach Cai Zhi a painful lesson to this unknown Cai Zhi, but when he heard the call of the fifth autumn girl at this moment, his heart was tender, and he even relieved his concentration for a while, let go of Cai Zhi and turned his head to speak, when he suddenly heard several people shouting in unison.

"Be careful!"

"Stop!"

"Don't ——! to your children"