Eight Tatars' words made the school platform in an uproar, this is a challenge in front of three thousand!

Jin Tang's face was dark, Batar was his subordinate, he was really afraid that Jin Meng would fly up and kick himself into the chaotic wind slope.

The three commanders are all people of the four ministers, and they are usually not afraid of the sky and the earth, but they still have a fear in front of the four elders and the old village chief, after all, they are all their own elders.

The other soldiers, on the other hand, shouted everywhere and became the spiritual pillars of the Eight Tartars, and some even repeated the words of the Eight Tartars in the ranks, shouting 'Dare, dare, dare'.

The fifth elder was indeed angry, Wen Yiming smiled faintly, asked them not to intervene, and said loudly to the eight tartars: "Eight tartars, if it's a wheel battle, don't say it anymore, it's not that I'm afraid but I don't have time, I want to accompany you in a team battle, and choose your teammates, but you'd better let all the soldiers elect a few teammates who can represent everyone." ”

Then he said, "By the way, can you represent the second squadron?" Your squadron leader still owes me an instructor, this is not the style of a soldier, you have to take root when you speak. ”

Batar glanced at Jin Tang with a complicated face, and Chaowen Yiming sneered: "Don't worry about it, the so-called no three is not a few, just come to a three-on-three team battle, and win or lose in one battle." ”

"Good!" Wen Yiming nodded and said, "Give you a quarter of an hour to elect!" ”

Yatar took off his heavy armor, revealing his shoulder leather armor, and said, "No need! Ba Xing, Fan Lang shrunk and made hair, come out! ”

Ba Xing is a scumbag man with a sallow face, Fan Langpu is ordinary, a pair of attractive ears are very special, both of them are great martial arts students eight-layer cultivation, the age is about the same as the eight tartars, when they walked out of the team, they had already taken off their heavy armor, wrapped themselves in a strong suit, standing on both sides of the eight tartars, their eyes were full of war.

Wen Yiming didn't ask again if the three of them represented the whole team, and from the discussions of the people below, he already knew that the three of them were very popular with everyone, and there was a hint of banter in the eyes of Jin Tang and Hou Jiayou.

The three of them are not the highest in the army, but their combat power is good, their feelings are also good, and their cooperation is quite tacit. The three of them fought not only to avoid their criticism of using military generals as oppressive people, but also to make Wen Yiming retreat.

They knew that Wen Yiming was overpowering the descendants of the four ministers, and this point could be barely done by the Eight Tartars, Gangfeng Gorge was full of forging body martial arts cultivation, and the combat effectiveness could not be based on the level of cultivation. In Wen Yiming's team, the highest cultivation is only the seventh layer of the Great Martial Arts, and she is still a little girl, even if she is not crushed in the face of absolute strength, it is a matter of time before she loses.

Hong Tao had no worry in his eyes, he saw the scene of Wen Yiming going crazy in the Tongtian secret room twice, especially the handprint that grabbed the mountain and threw the ground, even the four elders were terrified, even if Jin Tang and Hou Jiayou came on the field in person, they might not be able to please it.

But he didn't know that Wen Yiming's beetle snake mark had not been mastered at all, and it was unknown whether it could be successfully released at a critical time.

Under Wen Yiming's signal, the five elders and others retreated, using the 300-square-meter school platform as a battlefield arena. ad_250_left();

"Amon, Lao Wu, Xiaoshan, go to war!" Wen Yiming will be sonorous.

Under the appraisal of the oracle, he knew that Ba Xing was a 100% melee martial arts cultivator, and he was in the early stage of forging strength generals; Fan Lang is 80% melee combat, and has a control skill called Circuit Breaker, which can slow down the opponent's actions with true vitality and has a certain chance of stunning.

He originally wanted Yiqing to fight, but the cultivation of the seventh layer of the Great Martial Arts will definitely be set on fire by the three of them, and the shield skills of the Eight Tartars will be controlled, which is nothing to hide under the identification of the oracle, and it is difficult to work remotely.

The most important thing is that Amon didn't take advantage of the blade, and it was impossible to use the virus butcher's knife without limits, he had seen Lao Wu's confinement martial arts, and with Xiaoshan's heroic charge, it should have a surprising winning effect.

The three of Amon jumped onto the colonel's platform and sacrificed their blades without any contempt, they had already learned from Wen Yiming's mouth that the combat power of the Eight Tartars was not below any of them.

Eight Tartars looked at Wen Yiming and frowned, "What about you?" ”

The corners of Wen Yiming's mouth curled slightly, "If you win them, I will lead the dragon soul to leave Gangfeng Gorge immediately!" ”

Eight Tartars swept over the three of Amun and said, "You can add one more, we are three against four, or you can be one-on-one with me at that time, and let me see your individual ability." ”

Amon and the others were expressionless, and the long-term escape made them not despise any opponent, nor would they be angry because of a provocation.

Wen Yiming turned to the five elders and the others and said, "Please also ask the five elders, the city lord, and Commander Hong to be a witness." ”

Then he looked at the three of Amon, and the murderous aura suddenly exploded, making the air suddenly dull, and he drank: "This is the battlefield, there is no mercy, there are no rules, until the last person falls!" ”

The three of them frowned, feeling the killing intent on the other side, and put away their contemptuous sneer.

When Wen Yiming withdrew from the center of the school platform, Hong Xihou and several people were still looking at each other, and the audience also quieted down, and even the three of them were very surprised.

They all thought it was a fight, but they didn't want Wen Yiming to turn the atmosphere into a battlefield of slaughter with a single word.

The three of Amon clasped their fists together, stepped back, opened the distance, looked at the three of the Eight Tartars a hundred meters away, and only waited for Hong Xi to give an order before launching a charge.

The Eight Tartars offered a knee-high round shield, with an ancient inscription on it, glowing bronze like his skin, and a tungsten iron spear more than two meters long in his right hand; Fan Lang broadly pestled the ground, and Ba Xing used a heavy hammer.

"Don't take the enemy lightly, go all out!" Yatar reminded in a low voice, and also stepped back to distance himself.

In his opinion, if these people could really escape from Yutang Mountain under the pursuit of wanted warrants and robbery orders, their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated, and he asked himself if he could do it.

Hong Xi waited for a while to see Wen Yiming look over, nodded and announced loudly.

"Let's go!"

As soon as the order came out, six vibrating explosions sounded on the school platform, and the two sides did not hesitate to charge.

Amon bore the brunt of dragging the blood-drinking knife in front of the formation, the blade cutting a line of sparks and an unear-catching grinding sound on the ground; Zhong Xiaoshan did not sacrifice the war hammer, but only draped it diagonally with a heavy shield to reduce resistance; The old black's arms and witch god claws stretched and landed, falling last.

The two sides were two hundred meters apart, and the time for the charge was extremely short, and the Eight Tartars only took one step and soared out of fifty meters, raising their hands and shouting, and the tungsten iron spear roared out, followed by Fan Lang slashing out with a True Yuan sword.

The old black arc went around, and two claw shadows were harassed between the claws of the claws, and the steps under his feet had begun to deviate from the team, and the arc swam.

In the face of the spear throwing that came from the fierce attack, Amon did not dare to take it lightly, and the opponent that Wen Yiming valued was very clear, and he knew very well that he had to do his best without a chain knife.

In the middle of the low drink, Amon slashed diagonally, and Zhenyuan exploded with all his strength, and the lethality of the throwing martial arts was more devastating than the melee martial arts.

'Knort ——! ’

The spear flew away, and while Amun's feet were sluggish by the shock, his intuition paralyzed his arms, and even his shoulder joints were a little sore, and his heart was shocked, this guy's arm strength and true yuan were so strong.

Amon's figure was sluggish, and he hurriedly leaned over and stepped forward, making way for Zhong Xiaoshan to charge in a straight line.

The tacit understanding between them is honed countless times on the line of life and death, and there is no need for verbal communication at all.