There is a high mountain in the west of the small world, this place is the place where Lin Wanjun and the ancient Junjie fought a decisive battle, and today the successors of the Tielin Gang are gathered here again, and whether the results of the battle can be repeated.

The Jiaguang Senran Iron Forest Gang lined up neatly, and a solemn aura was coming, which was a grand occasion that had never been seen in all the teams in the small world.

The arrogant swordsman who also had the same fighting spirit as Xiao Xiaosun was standing on top of a chariot at this time, I really don't know where these people found these equipment, although there were only two hundred people, but they had a feeling of thousands of troops.

His name "Lang Qiong" is a well-known sword genius in the southwest region, and after joining the Tielin Gang, he directly became a captain in the freshman team, at this time the 200 members of the Tielin Gang were divided into two teams, one of which was led by him, and the other team was led by a female archer.

The female archer was wearing soft armor at this time, at first glance she was indeed heroic, looking like a female general, she looked at Lang Qiong on the side, and saw the young man next to her sword eyebrows raised a calm look, she looked at this empty area again, and suddenly had a trace of pride in her heart.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in a forest directly in front of them, and I saw nearly a hundred new students rushing out of the woods in a panic, and at the same time shouting: "Don't shoot arrows, we are here to run!"

The two captains standing in the carriage glanced at each other and waved their hands at the soldiers who had already bent their bows and arrows behind them, and the members of the Iron Forest Gang put down their bows and arrows.

"General Lang, General Ai, we are here to defect to you, and we are willing to do the work of dogs and horses in this battle!"

Nearly a hundred freshmen stood in front of the Tielin Gang's formation, giving a military salute to the two captains of the Tielin Gang, Lang Qiong and the female archer named Avril next to him glanced at each other, and the hearts of these two people suddenly swelled with wireless pride.

They looked at the magnificent West Mountain, and seemed to see the scene when they thought that a young man in his prime was standing on top of a carriage, commanding a team formed by freshmen to follow Gu Junjie to fight.

"In this battle, we must show our demeanor, even if we are broken bones, we must show our backbone, and we must not let these ancient heroes look down on us!"

Lang Qiong raised his arms and shouted, and the group of teenagers under the West Mountain raised their hands one after another, and as soon as they entered the small world, everyone was running away, how could they still have such a heroic spirit at this time.

"Hahaha, what a touching scene!"

I don't know when several figures began to appear in this clearing, and the leader was the fiery red-haired ancient Junjie, the soldier who had been ravaged by Lin Wanjun before carrying a double axe, and said to Lang Qiong who formed a battle formation with a hint of evil in his eyes at this time.

"Let's see, does this person look like Lin Wanjun back then!"

The fiery red-haired teenager said directly in the words of the outside world, although they have been sealed for a long time, it does not mean that they know nothing about the outside world, the annual freshman challenge is an opportunity for them to contact the outside world, although they have not gone out to experience it for many years, but they have a deep understanding of the outside world.

As they continued to move forward, more ancient heroes appeared at the end of the road, and there were about a hundred people who counted carefully, and the freshmen who had just defected all swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the pride that had just risen in their hearts disappeared with the appearance of ancient heroes.

He ...... They're coming!"

One of the youngest warriors, looking at the ancient Junjie in front of him, seemed to be a little unstable even holding the weapon in his hand.

The captain beside him suddenly choked with anger, although his legs also trembled slightly, but at this time, it was already a decisive battle, and there must be no cowardice.

"If you're afraid, get me out of the team as soon as possible, so that I don't have to retreat during the battle!"

The squad leader slapped the opponent on the back of the neck, and arched his hand at Lang Qiong, who was standing in the carriage, with an angry look.

"I ...... I'm not afraid...... I'm going to fight with you...... Even if I die, I have no regrets!"

The warrior whose hands were shaking just now seemed to have finally calmed down, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the sword he held in his hand finally stopped shaking.

A hundred Ancient Junjie stood in front of the array of the Tielin Gang, an invisible murderous aura spread between the arrays, and the fiery red-haired man pushed out an ancient Junjie with a sword, and said to him: "Go, give me a meeting with them, I want to see if these people have the ability of Lin Wanjun back then!"

After this ancient Junjie was pushed out by him, he naturally pulled out a heavy sword behind him, and with a sudden, blood-colored fighting spirit flowed on his blade, and he carried the huge heavy sword and slowly walked towards the front of the Tielin Gang.

"Who dares to fight me!"

Although this swordsman didn't have any tricks, he just walked towards the Tielin Gang with his sword in his hand, but a huge pressure made everyone gasp a little pressure.

"Huh!"

Lang Qiong pulled out a slender two-handed sword behind his back, but was stopped by a squad leader with a huge hammer who rushed in front of his car.

"Kill chickens with a knife, I'll fight this time!"

The squad leader tried to look at Lang Qiong on the carriage, if Lang Qiong won this battle, it would only be a victory, if he lost all the freshmen present, Lang Qiong's impact on morale was too great, and such a consequence was definitely not something he could bear.

"Why, doesn't anyone dare to come out to fight?"

This Ancient Junjie held his sword, looked at the queue of the Tielin Gang that had not come out to fight for a long time, and immediately laughed softly, and the group of Ancient Junjie behind him also laughed.

"Whoever said that no one should fight, let me Lu Ming come to remit you!"

After Lu Ming finished speaking, he walked out of the formation with a hammer on his shoulder, although he didn't think that he could easily beat this ancient handsome, but he had to stand up at this time.

"Yo, a person who has just been promoted to the Great Fighter is going to come out and challenge me!hahaha!"

The Ancient Champion pointed at the hammer-wielding hammer and laughed, and even the entire camp of the Ancient Commander burst into laughter.

Lu Ming gritted his teeth, he was despised like this before he left the station, even if he was a clay man, he still had three points of earthiness, he swung a huge hammer and rushed towards this ancient handsome man with a sword.

"Come on, eat me with a hammer!"

Lu Ming wielded the hammer with the bronze fighting spirit on his body boiling, but his wide opening and closing blow was blocked by this ancient Junjie's sword, and the huge iron hammer was hit out heavily, if it wasn't for Lu Ming using the fighting energy of his whole body to forcibly hold the iron hammer, I am afraid that he would have taken it out at this time. [.]