"Damn! That's a certain big brother! Yamamoto said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, you are based on your height?" Yu Chi Baolin took two steps forward, looked down at Yamoto Lang, and asked deliberately.

"Look for death!" The people of the Japanese country are generally not high, Yama Ben Lang is even worse, only more than four feet (one meter four), he hates others the most in his life to say that he is short, Yu Chi Baolin is more than half of five feet tall (more than one meter eight), his move, so that Yama Ben Lang is angry, more angry than the dead eldest brother, shouting, swinging a knife and chopping.

Yu Chi Baolin did it completely deliberately, so he was prepared, and he blocked the double knife with the spear in his hand.

"This Wei Chi Baolin doesn't look like his father, and this character is the same." The conversation between the two just now spread far away in the silent school field, and almost everyone could hear it clearly, not only did they find it funny, but even the eldest grandson of the mother and the world couldn't help laughing.

"This is the characteristic of the Wei Chi family, the face is careless and careful, Wei Chi Baolin is deliberately provoking the opponent, from the very beginning, this Japanese man lost." Li Shimin explained to his wife with a smile.

Things turned out to be as Li Shimin expected, Yama Ben Lang was angry and crazy attack, Yu Chi Baolin has been stubbornly resisting, after thirty moves, Yama Ben Lang's true qi consumption is too great, calm down, his hand movements are slow, and Yu Chi Baolin, who is inferior to his true qi level, was injured, and used a decisive move to clamp the whip, and a whip broke his head. The battle ended, but Yu Chi Baolin was unable to fight again.

After losing two games in a row, the coalition army felt that there was no light on their faces, and Gao Jianwen secretly scolded the Japanese people for not being angry, and after discussing it again, it was decided to let Silla Hualang Kim Yongxi fight.

Kim Yong-hee is the most outstanding Hwalang of this generation of Hwarang Dao, with outstanding swordsmanship, this time he fought with the heart of victory, and walked into the school field very calmly.

Luo Shixin looked at the few people who were eager to try, and deliberately ordered Qin Huaiyu, who was the oldest and looked the most stable, to fight.

This battle is more dangerous than Li Ke, both of them are in the middle of the prefecture level, one has extraordinary swordsmanship, one is a family heirloom, one is like a flower, and the other is calm.

The two met opponents in chess, but Qin Huaiyu was better at horse fighting, and the foot combat was slightly weaker, and after a hundred moves, he used a 'killer move' to shoot down Jin Yongxi's long sword.

Qin Qiong is known as the Divine Fist Taibao! Qin Huaiyu naturally has a deep biography, the two have no weapons, Jin Yongxi is still an opponent, he was knocked over by three punches and fainted to the ground, but Qin Huaiyu was also scratched by the long sword a few times before.

"Let's make Tai i this time!" Li Tai's blood was boiling, and he reached out to get the hammer.

"Later, Lord Wang, this time it is better to give way to the next, you I pressure the formation." Situ Changfeng held the spear and said with high fighting spirit.

"It's okay, King Wei presses the formation, it's safer this way." Luo Shixin knew Li Tai's strength, but he didn't know much about Situ Changfeng, so he agreed with his opinion.

"Datang Situ Changfeng is here, who will fight with me!" Situ Changfeng couldn't wait under the stimulation of several battles, and the overlord gun "poofed", inserted it into the ground, clasped his hands on his chest, and said proudly and loudly.

"Roar! Roar! Roar! Although Jin Wuwei didn't know Situ Changfeng, he also applauded his performance.

"Baekje Yan Yuchuan, I will meet you before!" Baekje rode out with a broadsword in his hand.

"You want a horse fight?" Situ Changfeng asked?

"Yes, the little doll can admit defeat if she is afraid, so as not to have casualties." Yan Yuchuan saw that Situ Changfeng's face was immature, and he deliberately said loudly, wanting to scare him.

"As you wish!" Of course, Situ Changfeng was not afraid, and someone immediately led his snow-stepping rouge horse over.

"Good horse!" Yan Yuchuan couldn't help but blurt out admiration when he saw the snow treading rouge that was a head taller than his war horse.

You must know that his war horse is already a rare good horse, but compared with Situ Changfeng, it is like the gap between a mule and a BMW, which is not a grade at all.

"Kill!" Yan Yuchuan's eyes were red and jealous, and he waved his big knife and killed I.

"Kill!" Situ Changfeng lightly knocked the horse's belly, and the snow rouge horse rushed forward at great speed, and when he approached, he shouted loudly, and the overlord spear swept out.

Yan Yuchuan didn't expect that the snow rouge horse would have such a fast speed, and in a hurry, he had to block it horizontally.

With a "bang", Yan Yuchuan was shaken off the horse, the big knife was bent, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

"I throw in the towel! I throw in the towel! Yan Yuchuan saw Situ Changfeng's spear pointing at him, and hurriedly admitted defeat loudly, for fear that Situ Changfeng would not hear it, so he shouted twice in succession.

"Humph!" Situ Changfeng withdrew his spear and continued to stand proudly on the spot.

Seeing that Situ Changfeng was still standing and not retreating, it was clear that he wanted to continue fighting, which was to look down on everyone, and he was immediately angry.

"Young man, you are so arrogant! Baekje Buyeo Yong is here! Baekje Yeonokcheon's performance was embarrassed, which made him feel embarrassed and couldn't help but come forward.

"If you are not vigorous, how can you be a young man, do you want to be like you, young, like an old man in the twilight, lifeless!" Situ Changfeng said disdainfully.

"You...... Hum! This king does not have a war of words with you, but he dares to dismount and fight! Fuyu Yong asked with a cold snort.

"As you wish!" Situ Changfeng replied, jumped off the war horse, patted lightly, and the snow rouge horse trotted towards Zheng Liwan by itself.

Fuyu Yong saw Situ Changfeng dismount and fight, and couldn't help but be secretly happy, he thought that Situ Changfeng had won just now, but the horse was fast, and he was caught off guard, and he was divided into winners and losers with just one move.

Buyeo Yong is also a very famous figure in Baekje, he is the younger generation of the Baekje royal family, the first master, with great strength, and there are few complete corpses under the axe.

"Be careful, young man!" Fuyu Yong pretended to remind him, kicked under his feet, and rushed up with a cruel smile, and the long axe drew a circle on the top of his head and slashed down diagonally.

"I'm good!" Situ Changfeng had no fear and met him hard.

With a "bang", the two of them each took two steps back.

"It's so strong, you can actually take eighty percent of my strength." Fu Yu Yong's shoulders shrugged, so that his slightly numb arm recovered, and he exclaimed loudly in surprise.

"You're not bad either!" Situ Changfeng replied, he wouldn't say that he only used sixty percent of his strength, after all, his marksmanship was still flexible and fast.

"Look at the move!" Passive beating, but it is not Situ Changfeng's character, with a low shout, the overlord gun drew out six plum blossoms, and shot first.

Five Tiger Soul Breaking Gun, Gun Breaking Human Soul, as soon as the shot is endless, I saw the plum blossoms blooming, withering, reappearing, endless.

"Ahh Buyeo Yong didn't expect to miss the first move, so he faced the stormy attack, so he had to shout, dance the big axe, and resist with all his might.

All of a sudden, the sound of clanging bells, like striking iron, sounded intensively and quickly.