A weak teenager is in the middle.

On the opposite side, dozens of smashed small mountain kings with blue noses and swollen faces.

On the periphery, thousands of men and horses surrounded them. Among them, there are bandits with standard weapons that resemble regular armies.

This boy is not afraid!

This boy is not afraid at all?

How strong is the green mud puddle?

More than a dozen green mud puddles wielding mace bear Beamon, more than a dozen green mud puddle leopard warriors who can climb trees, and dozens of green mud puddle ringing horse kobolds are all weak. The weak young man in front of him was fearless in the face of one or two thousand people. It turns out that the highest-end combat power of Qingniwa is called Qingniwa Old Cannon!

Such a Zhengtai can be called an old cannon, that's powerful enough! Time-honored brand, the older generation, this little Zhengtai is probably pretending to be ready to slap his face.

"You're a magician?" said a well-trained mountain leader, "Despicable Nishiyamato, Blackjack"

"Yes, Wind Mage Bird. "It's not that Bird is not afraid, but he is so scared that he forgets to be afraid.

Everyone sighed.

"Are you a swan clan?" the head of another big mountain stood up and said, "Lao Tzu Xishandu big guy K."

"Yes, Larry Bird, hereditary viscount of the Swan Clan"

Everyone sighed again, in the middle of the mountain, where birds don't, aristocrats appeared one after another, could it be that the aristocrats have been gone everywhere these days?

"What do you mean by the mud puddles? You alone want to single out all of us? Are you no one on the hills?"

The sighs on the periphery became louder, and the crowd began to stir.

"For the sake of glory, Qingniwa old cannon Bird," in front of everyone's eyes, this little Zhengtai, who is known as the mage of the Swan Clan, really set up a position to single-handedly challenge the people and horses in the inner and outer three layers in front of him.

Does this person sa ? He really thinks that he is a thousand troops in command? He really thinks that he is a mage who can unleash a forbidden man? It doesn't look like his age, he is usually a magic apprentice when he is a teenager, and he has killed a magician of the fourth or fifth level, and the magician has not yet arrived. What's more, even the Magus are all followers, and the Estrada Continent has not seen a few Magisters who have single-handedly rushed into the enemy formation for thousands of years. This is obviously a hand-to-hand battle, and the small body of the magician can survive it?

The leaders of several bandits who had become a climate deliberately slowed down a few steps couldn't help but shake their heads, hey, when they ran into a sa, they thought they had encountered a great thorn, I guess they didn't have to come forward themselves, these rangers in front of them could pile that little Zhengtai to death, regardless of whether he was a magician or not.

"Hiss~" Everyone inhaled again. The sound of the inhalation made the big bandit leaders who were about to go back can't help but stop their pace.

"Hey, boy, aren't you a magician, why are you still playing with meteor hammers?" Blackjack sneered as he saw Bird pull out a dozen meteor hammers from under his wide magic robe, and sighed at how the magic robe had become Doraemon's pocket.

A group of people were frightened by the name of the magician at first, after all, the magician is a high-ranking existence, and the person in front of him just now stretched out his hand to collapse a building, and this residual power is still there.

But the scene in front of him completely subverted everyone's impression, and the magician actually posed a meteor hammer.

"Your hammer is dead, what kind of meteor hammer do you put on, let my sister feel your real hammer. The mother's smile came out again.

"This kid has put more than a dozen meteor hammers, can you stand it?"

"What kind of grass do you old cow want to eat, you might as well try grandpa's hammer." Experienced in a hundred battles and indomitable", the **** sound on the side continued.

"Xiao Zhengtai has three good, light sound, soft body, easy to push down. Forget it, you old bacon. This **** sound provoked more people to coax.

The whole scene suddenly changed the style of painting, the previous tense atmosphere was gone, and the majesty and mystery of the magician and the swan clan disappeared, turning into a group mockery of a thousand trumpeters against a little Zhengtai.

Thousands of people surrounded a skinny little Zhengtai group ridicule and ridicule, what kind of painting style is this? Not to mention that Bird, who has always regarded himself as the best in the world, can't stand it, even Xiong Da Xiong Er, who has the shortest brain circuit, can't stand it.

Struggle, boy!

"Huh......" Another gust of wind rose from the ground.

"Die. With the wind came the mournful cry of a child's voice, and the wind brought up dust, stones, and a dozen meteor hammers all over the ground, forming a small tornado around Bird.

This small tornado moved with Bird's body, like a whirlwind slash that opened and swooped directly into the crowd, and everywhere it went, people blocked and killed, and Beamon blocked and killed Beamon, driving blood all over the place.

This battle is more powerful than Xiong Da Xiong Er, and it is still booming.

This phenomenon completely broke with common sense, causing a panic, and a tornado on the ground, and this tornado, with severed limbs and stumps, and blood on it, turned into a blood-colored tornado. This tornado rolls wherever there are many people, and everywhere it kills and hurts.

Wind magic, you can play like this!

What's even more terrifying is the tornado's meteor hammer, which is simply an unsolvable bug, these dozen meteor hammers, these dozen meteor hammers that fly up and roll, are directly soaked in blood in a few clicks.

Who doesn't use mage melee combat?

The tragedy of the thousands of people in the encirclement is now a tragedy, and the melon-eating audience who was getting closer and closer to watch the joke has become passers-by A and passer-by B who are about to hang up without a line in the story, and this kind of joy and fall makes them ready to run out with their legs. It's just that just now I saw that the crowd was crowded and impassable, how could it be so easy to escape, and the people outside didn't understand the situation and squeezed inside, and the people inside were so frightened that they ran out. The two groups of people were crowded in the middle, and no one could escape.

I don't know who made the first move, in short, people stepped on people, and people blocked and cut people. This panic mood has become a multiplier as more and more people die, and it has also led to more panic runs. Even, the damage caused by this blood-colored tornado was not as great as the death and injury of their own people.

The high-level melon-eating audience on the periphery, those gangsters who have become a large-scale system, and even the bandits of the mountains with unified uniforms and uniform equipment are also tragic.

The sudden change gave them no time to react, and in a blink of an eye, the people of No. 100 squeezed over, and all the formations were scattered.

At this time, it was immediately clear how high and low the level of these organized bandits was. The mountain head that had not long been formed was also infected by this panic by this crowd, and ran away in a roar; just like that, after a few minutes of panic, under the reprimand of the small leader of the team, they directly set up a defensive formation, slowly approaching each other, and regardless of the fact that the three seven twenty-one people used their weapons to cut back the influx of chaos, they stubbornly maintained the formation in this retreating turbulence, and stood up like a stone in the torrent.

Those big leaders also couldn't sit still, actual combat is the only criterion for testing the truth, and they stand tall in the face of difficulties. The original circle of big leaders of more than a dozen people immediately divided into two camps before this difficulty, and the leaders who were still fighting before were red-faced and slapped in the face immediately became stunned, and the three mountain leaders who held up in this situation and maintained the camp also stood up in the chest, and their waists and poles were also stiff. The entire circle of big bosses immediately formed three circles with these three.

The riot lasted for more than ten minutes, and after the three teams pressed the formation, the melon-eating bandits of the Thousand Numbers finally stabilized their positions behind the three teams.

There was a misery in front of me.

Ten minutes ago, more than half of the melon eaters on the Thousand Numbers were killed and injured after ten minutes, and there were not many of them who died directly, but the vast majority of those who had half lives left, and the rest were all wounded.

The melon-eating crowd looked confused, looked around and looked at the tragic scene, with a sad and angry face.

The leaders were even more sad and angry, they lost so many people for no reason, and they were harmed by a little Zhengtai who was flirting just now, and what was even more sad and angry was that most of the people were trampled on by their own people.

Bird Xiao Zhengtai on the opposite side looked confused. The brain rushed into the bandits' den, the brain was hot and reported the name of the green mud pool, and the brain was hot and directly brandished the hammer to dry, and nothing could be seen in the tornado.

His brain was no longer hot, the tornado had stopped, his brain was clear, but he himself was stupefied by what he saw.

Dude, that's awesome.