Quiet, the audience fell into an awkward silence.

Some warriors opened their mouths, but they didn't speak.

Wei Teng sneered.

The warrior's oath is nothing but a deceptive thing for children, where can it compare to fame, profit, and status?

A hundred years ago, the martial oath was written by Ling Tian Dazun on the shadow wall of the Kyoto Martial Arts Academy, and a hundred years later, the handwriting on the shadow wall has long been mottled.

Isn't it funny that you use such a childish method to motivate a warrior?

Wei Teng just waited to be ugly.

But at this time.

"We are the shield of the hot summer!"

An impassioned voice from far and near, clearly fell in everyone's ears.

"We use our bodies to protect every inch of Yanxia's land! Let Yanxia's mother no longer mourn, let Yanxia's wife stop crying!"

A purple figure came from the east, and this passionate oath was exactly what he roared with all his might!

"Let the children of the hot summer no longer lose their innocent smiling faces!

Let the people of the hot summer no longer swallow the pain of loss!"

"Martial God, another Martial God!" the Yanxia warriors couldn't help but exhale softly.

Tang Bowen's handsome image, with a high-pitched and majestic voice, has an excellent effect as soon as he appears, and the military uniform on his body also shows his status as a soldier.

No sooner had he settled down than another voice came from the west.

"We are the swords of the hot summer!

We cut the heavens and the earth with our bodies!

Dispel the bitter cold of the north and cut the smoke and dust of the west!

Smooth out the fog miasma in the south, and move towards the sea of stars in the east!!"

This is Mu Xiaofeng.

The three martial gods stood side by side, the purple qi of the three of them was swirling with each other, and the voices of the three of them were deafening.

The warriors of the hot summer were excited.

From the moment Mu Xiaofeng appeared, someone gradually whispered along with them and recited the forgotten oath.

The voices grew louder and louder, and by the time of the last sentence, almost everyone yelled.

In the midst of the roar, a fourth purple figure appeared.

At the same time, he also brought the third paragraph of the warrior's oath.

"We are the souls of the hot summer!

We use our body and soul to condense the spirit of everyone in the hot summer!

The sky in the hot summer, supported by the people in the hot summer, we are the most powerful arm!

The land of the hot summer is opened up by the people of the hot summer, and we are the toughest qu plow!

In the world of the hot summer, the people of the hot summer are democratically controlled, and we are the staunchest guardians!"

As soon as Zeng Xiaoxian's voice appeared, he was drowned in the earth-shattering roar.

Everyone remembered the beginning of the babbling and the solemn oath of the day.

The vow may drift away over time and be forgotten over time.

But this oath that has been repeated countless times, unconsciously, has already been engraved into the Yanxia warriors who grew up in the new hot summer.

As long as there is a certain moment, this memory that goes deep into the bone marrow will be awakened, stimulated, flooded, and out of control.

"We are the warriors of the hot summer!

We take the oath.

Do not bully the weak, do not be greedy for life and fear of death, forget righteousness without seeing profit, and never betray the motherland and the people!

We take the oath.

No matter how high or low your cultivation is, no matter how old or young, no matter the ends of the earth, whenever the country is in war, you will be called!"

"When the country is in war, there is a call!"

The roars of thousands of warriors rose into the sky, and unconsciously, the true qi in everyone's body was also mobilized.

The sound waves, infused with true qi, spread in all directions.

In the sky, the gloomy and heavy black clouds were also broken through by the roar, revealing a clean starry sky!

And the warriors who had not arrived here before heard the roar and moved closer to this side.

The warrior oath is repeated over and over again. The warriors who approached were agitated, and they also shouted out along with the roar.

The roar spread like ripples as quickly as the entire Yongjiang City.

As long as it is a martial artist in the hot summer, as long as it is a martial artist who grew under the oath, they all roared out the oath written by Ling Tian Dazun from the bottom of their hearts!

Yongjiang, which is already like hell, is like a giant in blood and fire, reborn from the fire!

The giant is roaring with the same voice with countless mouths and countless ribcages!

"There is a war in the country, and there is a call!"

The warriors of the hot summer scattered in Yongjiang, as long as they can move, have all gathered around the Joy Hotel.

They were either struggling to support or on the line of life and death.

The purple figure flashed, and the mutant beast in front of him fell to the ground and died.

While they were still gasping for breath, they heard this powerful call.

At the source of the sound, they saw a familiar purple figure.

They also saw the hot summer military uniforms on the four men.

Their roars grew louder and louder.

Their cultivation levels are different, their identities are different, and here and now, they have only one identity.

Warrior of Summer!Shield of Summer!Sword of Summer!Soul of Summer!

Mao Jie was also in the crowd, he was covered in blood, and his heart was desperate and angry.

His family, his co-workers, all died in the incident.

He was rescued by 'Zeng Xiaoxian'.

In the midst of this beast tide, he smelled a hint of conspiracy.

After waking up, he tried to contact all the martial artists in the Criminal Management Division, but without exception, all of them were lost.

What's even more strange is that the Provincial Martial Arts Criminal Management Branch in Yongjiang City was also wiped out.

It was as if they had been accurately named and beheaded, and in this beast riot, they were annihilated among the many dead.

If it weren't for 'Zeng Xiaoxian', I'm afraid that in the entire Yongjiang City, the forces of the Martial Arts Criminal Management Institute would be wiped out.

This will definitely not be a coincidence!

Endure the grief, he wants to clear up the truth and return justice to his family, colleagues, and countless victims in Yongjiang!

He stared at Wei Teng in front of him, if the major was telling the truth, this old man was the one who started everything!

The old man's face was as cold as ice now.

The scene before him was out of his control.

As soon as Tang Bowen, Mu Xiaofeng and the others appeared, Wei Teng found out that something was wrong.

Where did Yongjiang City get so many martial god-level masters?

What's more, he had just sent three third-level martial gods on the road the day before, and today there were four more eighth-level martial gods.

Is the martial god of the school-level officer the secret hand buried by the military department in Yongjiang?

If this is the case, then has their plan been detected by the military department a long time ago?

Thinking of this, the killing intent that was faintly difficult to suppress in his heart was forcibly suppressed by him.

The roar stopped, and the audience fell silent.

Wei Teng arched his hand and said: "Since this is the case, the old man will be this consultant." ”

With that, his figure gradually disappeared in place.

Xiang Jie jumped to a high place and raised his arms high: "Counterattack!!Drive the mutant beast out of Yongjiang!"

"Yes!"

Not to mention the changes on the side of the Yongjiang River, in the garden office of Kyoto North Castle.

Three old men were holding a diplomatic note with extremely harsh wording.

Veteran Fang threw the note on the table: "Isn't this a diplomatic note? This is obviously a declaration of war!"

Tang Lao said: "Meriel is too deceitful! Contact the Slote state, if Meriel dares to send troops, we will sign an agreement with Slote." ”

Fang Lao said: "Hmph, Meriel is still the same as a hundred years ago in our hot summer, a note will make us succumb?"

Before Gu Lao could speak, the door of the office was pushed open.

"Report, a diplomatic note just sent from Slote!"