"No need to be so troublesome, let's come together with your two children."

"No, no, no, let's come one by one!" Shang Kui stepped into the battle circle in bright armor, and her arrogant aura was enough to compete with Zhang Feng in the competition for the No. 1 Master in the Army.

"Are you sure?" Wuming frowned slightly.

"That's natural." Shang Kui smiled softly: "I didn't expect that I would become the first person to defeat Hengyong Invincible General! General! I'm going to take action!"

The fighting spirit of the second-level warrior flashed on Shang Kui's body, and the heirloom sword pulled out of the scabbard without a single finger. Shang Kui's eyes suddenly flashed before him, and Wuming had already retracted the Thousand Killing Sword with an extremely shining light back to the scabbard.

At this time, a dust burst out from the ground, a two-inch thick ditch was dug out of the knife air and left on the ground of the arena.

Shang Kui was stunned, the merchant was stunned, and the Tang family was also stunned.

Click...

A blood line spurted from Shang Kui's central axis, and his whole body turned into two halves. The corpse that fell to the ground was twitching unconsciously, and the intestines, heart, and various organs flowed to the ground.

"You..." Shang Qi was completely stupid: "You actually dare to kill my son, are you..."

"Next." Wuming said without any emotion, his eyes swept away the nobles, and Tang Yipin immediately felt like he was being targeted by the god of death.

"Kill me one! I'll kill you two!" Shang Qi raised his face with a ferocious face and waved it down suddenly.

"hehe…"

"Ha ha…"

"hey-hey…"

The soldiers and pampered all laughed. Shang Qi looked at a corner of the audience in surprise. The kidnapped civilians were still standing there. The men he sent were both in different bodies and heads at the moment of Wuming killing. The people standing beside the civilians even squeezed their eyes hard. They couldn't believe the facts.

Domotogi stretched out his tongue and gently licked the blood that had not yet been dried on the sword. Zhao Lengtong wiped the blade with a thin silk hand, Nalan Cangqiong, Kou Lingfeng, and even Sima Wudi! They all scrubbed the blood on their weapons leisurely and contentedly.

How is it possible? Shang Qi patted his head hard. Don’t these people also hope that the civilians’ nameless defeat? Did they allow a civilian to stand on their heads?

Sima Wudi stepped on the audience seats, as if a feather was completely unstrung, floating in front of Shang Qi.

"Old man, is it strange? To be honest, I don't want to take action. But everyone else takes action. If I don't take action, it seems very bad." Sima Wudi looked helpless.

"How is it possible? You are also nobles, why do you want to help civilians? Why are you all here?" Shang Qi's Aizi suddenly died. She became aged in her teenager for a while, and she took several steps back and looked at Sima Wudi in disbelief.

"Here I'm here. Of course I want to see your duel. As for why you're bad?" Sima Wudi grinned: "Actually, I don't want it either. But Domotoki, the Second Princess and others seem to have the dignity of warriors. They want to defeat Wuming, but what they need is to be upright than Wuming, rather than using such inappropriate methods."

"You guys!" Zhang Feng suddenly turned around and used the Beast King's roar: "Our special forces owed you a favor!"

Domotoki smiled a little, his crazy aura was less, and more revealing a sense of arrogance. Domotoki didn't need anyone to owe favors!

"You!" Zhang Feng turned around and turned around, tugged the two swords in his hand, and glanced at everyone in the two nobles fiercely: "I will give you one last chance now! I will be alone! Beat all of you! Let's go together!"

With the help of the Beast King, the arrogant bold words reached everyone present.

The merchants and Tang family were both angry and happy. They were angry that a mere civilian dared to fight against their team of nearly 300 people alone. They were happy that although Zhang Feng was strong, he was only a fourth-level master after all. There were at least three fourth-level masters in their team of 300 people.

Although there are very few fourth-level masters on this continent, it does not mean that there are no. Among the older generation of warriors, many of them already had the strength of the third-level masters when they were young, but they were not qualified to join the battle between the younger generation of masters at that time. When everything was settled and things had changed for many years, some of these third-level masters of that year also entered the fourth-level.

However, it was too late at this time. The fourth level was already the world of young people, and at least no longer the world of older generation masters. Wang Ying from Liangshan is a relatively special figure. He entered the fourth level master at a young age. He became famous at that time, but he did not make any more progress. He was the weakest among the famous masters.

"Okay! Since you are so arrogant, then we both accept your challenge!"

Shang Qi and Tang Chen didn't care about face at this time. These people in the camp were already mad. If they were cut down one-on-one, they would never be willing to kill them all!

"Give it all to me!"

Shang Qi, Tang Chen flashed to both sides, and the three hundred warriors and mages rushed towards Zhang Feng together!

Fighting energy, magic, and shouting! The entire arena instantly filled with the arena. People opened their mouths in surprise, staring at Zhang Feng, who was exuding a bold and tyrannical spirit, and fought against three hundred people alone.

"Follow me!"

Wuming roared the beast king, and the hundreds of soldiers and gangsters behind him shouted and turned into Vajra Power, and rushed towards the attacking team of 300 people at a speed that was no less than Zhang Feng!

No one expected that when Zhang Feng shouted that he would fight three hundred people alone, Wuming actually brought all the remaining 150 people into the battle.

"You don't keep your promise..."

Shang Qi's condemnation was not finished, and Dimora moved his chubby body to behind him: "Don't you read the newspaper? The camp mentioned many times during an interview. The special forces are just one person! When facing one person, all the special forces will be on the way! When facing thousands of troops..."

"Will the special forces join together?" Shang Qi asked in horror.

"No, no, no..." Dimora said with a smile: "The special forces will run away together."

"you…"

"You are not trustworthy for the first time." Dimora stretched out his fat, thick and short fingers and patted Shang Qi on the shoulder: "It's useless, today we accept your duel. Three hundred people fight one Zhang Feng? When is this regulation in the aristocratic duel system? At most one is to fight a group duel. What Wuming is doing now is the whole duel."

"you…"

Shang Qi looked at Dimora in horror. This fat man who seemed vulgar and short, wearing an apprentice apprentice's robe could hit the shoulders of the third-level fighting saint who was trying hard to dodge!

Moreover! No matter how his fighting spirit repels the other party, this fat man doesn't feel pain at all! Instead, a strange force is rapidly invading...invading...invading...

Shang Qi closed his eyes, and could not find any scars on his body, but his heart had stopped beating, and all the organs in his body were declared dead at the same time.

In the melee of nearly 500 people, no one would notice Dimora who took action to kill Shang Qi. In this shocking melee battlefield, people pay more attention to Wuming's killing like mowing grass. Wei Dehai, Gu Lie, and Liu Qiang joined forces to suppress a fourth-level master. What people saw was that Zhang Feng used only two swords to split a fourth-level master in half.

In the battle of 15 vs. 300, the number of parties did not take any advantage. In less than fifty breaths, only 149 murderous aura were left in the arena, with blood all over their bodies, like Shura warriors from hell, and a vulgar, short, fat man with no blood on his body.

Fight the nobles! Kill a few challengers with bloody means! Just let them know they are afraid! This is the strategy Wuming set for the soldiers before.

The disobedience of the Shang and Tang families and the use of despicable tactics completely changed Wuming's original intention and all the soldiers and gangsters changed their original intentions.

Kill! Kill all of these people if the rules allow!

Perhaps it will cause hostility at the entire aristocratic level! So what? Will it be impossible to kill them and let them be dog-like tendencies, and will not be hostile?

Wiping the blood-stained sword, Wuming spoke slowly, and the sound of the beast king roar spread throughout the arena: "The camp of the army does not like to kill people! He doesn't like to raise the butcher knife to wave it to himself! But it is not to say that we are the camp of the army to be slaughtered! Since it is a fair duel, we also hope to treat it fairly! These nobles actually use despicable means to kidnap our relatives and threaten us! If we compromise this time, there will be more people, and even the Blue Scarf Bandits, in the future, to kidnap our relatives and threaten us! Then what should we do? This time the killing is to warn all those who want to make our relatives' ideas! If you want to kidnap our relatives and threaten us, then you must be fully prepared for death and killing!"
Chapter completed!