The surprise in the heart of the Eight Tartars was even greater than that of Amun, and he did not spare his hand either.

Ba Xing and Fan Lang were awe-inspiring in their hearts, Batar was a well-known cultivator, who often practiced in a fifth-level Gangfeng zone hundreds of miles outside the city, and his true yuan was condensed and majestic, and his explosive power was very strong.

The face of the Eight Tartars did not change, a hint of belligerent excitement flashed in his eyes, and an extra tungsten iron spear appeared in his right hand between turning his hands.

At this time, Zhong Xiaoshan had already launched a heroic charge, and in the midst of the cheers, the top shield shot out, and the ground shook wildly.

The pupils of the Eight Tartars constricted, and the spear, which had not yet been raised, swung sharply, and the round shield was placed sideways in front of it in the forward charge.

'Drink, ——!'

Yatar's right arm swelled in the roar, his humerus shook, and his forearm remained steady.

'Pound!'

The roar of the two shields colliding was deafening, and the sound of bones being squeezed came from Zhong Xiaoshan's shoulder, and he was terrified.

The Eight Tartars were shocked, and when they were knocked out of ten meters, they kicked violently under their feet to stabilize their figures, and the spear was about to be lifted again, and their minds were suddenly dizzy for a moment.

Fan Lang didn't expect that the eight tartars would be knocked out ten meters by a short chick who was four levels apart, and the broadsword he cut out misjudged and blocked Amon's way by swiping obliquely.

Zhong Xiaoshan had already sacrificed the war hammer when he charged, adding strength to the collision, but he didn't expect that the shield skills of the Eight Tartars were so exquisite, and he only used the high-frequency tremors of the musculoskeletal combination with the true yuan to dissolve his impact, and formed a slight shock to himself, causing the whole body to be sore, and the hammer of his right arm was unable to perform the Holy Hammer slam at the moment when the Eight Tartars were stunned.

Wen Yiming was subtle in his focus on blessings, and admired the martial arts talent of the Eight Tatars. The Eight Tartars' shield technique shock is purely the cooperation of the body and the true element, not a martial art, but it gives birth to the effect of a martial art, and has the mystery of the overall roundness of his inner fist.

He knew that Zhong Xiaoshan was in danger, Amon was intercepted by Fan Lang ten meters away, Zhong Xiaoshan was too far away in the collision, and his right arm had temporarily lost his combat effectiveness, but Ba Xing stopped in time to meet him.

This is the disadvantage of heroic charge, if there is no follow-up means, or teammates are unable to follow, it is very easy to put yourself in a situation of fighting alone, and Zhong Xiaoshan is facing this danger at this moment.

He didn't share the focus with the three, which was a sign of respect for his teammates and opponents. ad_250_left();

The old crow's feet swayed, and the claws of the witch god in his arms split out a series of true yuan claw shadows, intending to contain Ba Xing.

Ba Xing turned around and skillfully swung away the claw shadow with a heavy hammer, and suddenly raised the heavy hammer and smashed it towards Zhong Xiaoshan, who had just recovered from his paralyzed state.

Zhong Xiaoshan couldn't use the Holy Hammer to slam his blow, his left arm was sore, his heavy shield hung on the side, and he could only turn the True Yuan wildly while retreating, throwing his arm and bombarding it with a four-edged war hammer, but his momentum was weaker than a notch.

Amon was in a hurry, and the blood-drinking knife fought with Fan Lang dozens of times.

'Poof——!'

There was another dull roar, double hammers banged, and Zhong Xiaoshan spurted blood and flew upside down.

Eight Tartars had recovered from his vertigo, without a trace of joy, his face was extremely solemn, because he was still unable to move, a circle of shadows under his feet imprisoned him and Ba Xing in it, the three claw shadows had just disappeared, and he clearly felt that Ba Xing had lost his combat effectiveness.

The three claw shadows all attacked Ba Xing's waist and legs, and an obvious putrid smell emanated from the wound, not only that, but the two True Yuan claw shadows slashed at Ba Xing's waist and abdomen at the moment when Ba Xing was imprisoned, and the blood flowed like a note, and the internal organs wriggling in the waist and abdomen could be seen.

Divine Weapon! Eight Tartars were sure in his heart that if it weren't for the round shield he accidentally obtained outside the Stone City when he was a child, he would also end up like this.

At this time, he understood how deep the city of the blonde young man named Lao Wu was, and why he had been delaying his move at a sufficient distance, but he had calculated that Ba Xing would turn around and attack Zhong Xiaoshan, who was deep in the enemy's territory, and a martial art would play its greatest role, imprisoning the two of them at the same time, not only keeping Zhong Xiaoshan away from the pursuit, but also taking the first step to reduce his own troops, and at the same time putting himself in a useless place again, which can be described as killing three birds with one stone, and exchanging Zhong Xiaoshan for such a big opening advantage with a serious injury.

Good calculation! The Eight Tartars were furious while admiring.

Wen Yiming nodded secretly, two hundred years of intelligence spirit beasts, with Lao Wu's character, can indeed create such beast methods, and see the overall situation so far. If Amon is changed, he will definitely not let Zhong Xiaoshan get into danger, this is the gap.

In fact, he agrees with Lao Wu's concept, which is stronger than himself in this regard, and will not be affected by emotions, which is the difference between a general and a handsome.

Ba Xing's face twitched, and at the moment when the confinement was lifted, he was cut into the neck by the eight tartars with a palm, and fainted. This scene made Wen Yiming, Amon and others suddenly respect.

The foot of the Eight Tartars did not move, the spear had been taken off, and the shadow of his hand flashed and threw three spears, and he was furious to the extreme, and he exploded with all his strength.

Zhong Xiaoshan was forty meters away, sitting cross-legged with a face like white paper, swallowing healing potions, the heavy shield and war hammer were not withdrawn, she was waiting to return to the battlefield.

Fan Lang was in crisis, and under the consumption of Lao Wu, he used the claws of the lich to imprison him, and even hit Amon with two True Yuan Virus Butcher Knives, and the dance of the broadsword was extremely heavy.

At this moment, the old crow's feet were like the wind, circling outside Fan Lang's sword, with a hint of obscenity in his vigorous body, and the two witch god claws flew over, like a gold mantis slashing wildly, claw films.

'Puff puff!'

Fan Lang's imprisonment was lifted, and he struggled to move under the sluggishness of the virus butcher's knife, and his body made a cracking sound again and again, and the forging body cultivation that was as strong as a military general was still difficult to resist the cutting of the witch god's claws, and blood was soaring.

Amon withdrew from the attack, wielding the blood-drinking knife and slashing the spear that had been thrown at him, his arm and the tiger's mouth aching faintly, and he also knew that the Eight Tartars were furious.

Fan Lang roared violently at the same time as the Eight Tartars threw their spear footsteps, and suffered the pain of a witch god's claw, and the broadsword rolled upside down, exchanging injuries for injuries and slamming the ground with a sword.

'Bang!'

A gray mist rose from the ground, enveloping Lao Wu, Fan Lang clutched his chest and slammed to the ground, and blood rushed out of the pool in an instant.

Old Wu felt heavy under his feet, and it was difficult to move, as if his joints were filled with lead.

Wen Yiming glanced at Fan Langgao, knowing that he was invincible, he still created an opportunity for the Eight Tartars at the last moment to use the control martial art 'Breaking the Road'.

The spear throwing speed of the Eight Tartars is extremely fast, and when he stopped throwing and strode towards Lao Wu, Amon was still struggling to chop the last three spears, which shows that the connection of his spear throwing has been tempered a thousand times.

In the midst of the old black cry, the lich's claw was released at his feet, and a cloud of shadows covered a three-meter range, trying to make the Eight Tartars' charge scruples. The Lich's Claw consumes the true element and spiritual power extremely much, and releasing it three times in a row is already his limit, although he has the true element, he does not have the powerful spiritual power of Wen Yiming.

The Eight Tartars snorted coldly, without hesitation under their feet, and walked straight into the shadow-covered area.

In the face of the attack of the Eight Tartars with a round shield, Lao Wu desperately retreated, and at the same time sealed his claws on his chest.

'Bang ——!'

The dull sound of the shield slamming, Lao Wu did not shoot out backwards, but froze in place, as if the eight tartars who jumped down smashed it into the ground with a round shield, and took root.

Wen Yiming knew in the oracle appraisal that this martial art was a control martial art of the Eight Tartars, but he didn't show what kind of effect it was, and he didn't expect it to be an absolute control like a confinement!

His eyes fell on Amun, who came to help, and Wen Yiming didn't know if Lao Wu could get out of trouble smoothly.