Wuming, a general who is incomprehensible! His troops are even more incomprehensible! This kind of trust is not visible in this team at all. They can tease each other. It is even more common to fight during training. Why do they trust others so much during battles?

"Zhang Feng, let's talk." Wuming's words immediately aroused the interest of the soldiers.

The unknown general vs. General Zhang Feng was like this scene, and he had basically never seen the veterans of the camp. When the Japanese army had competed for the top masters, they were still training hard, and not to mention that when the two met, Zhang Feng immediately gave in.

"Ouch!" Zhang Feng rubbed his waist with a painful expression: "Boss, I seem to have hurt my waist. You also know that the waist is the most important place for men. If you do it, you can't pass on the family line. I think you might as well find Gu Lie. He has been very excited these days."

"Ouch!" Gu Lie's voice was even louder. He covered his stomach with his hands: "Hey, why did my stomach hurt suddenly? Why would you look for Haizi..."

If Gu Li hurriedly stopped the following, the lively atmosphere of the special forces immediately decreased a lot. The brothers who came through the storm finally parted ways, and no one felt comfortable.

Even though the person had already left, sometimes he still felt that Wadehai had not left, but just found a place to rest and sleep.

Gu Lie's face was a little embarrassed. He pretended to be sick. When Wuming trained Zhang Feng, Haizi and Gu Lie on that day, it was a scene that was often performed, which also caused him to blurt out.

"Wu Ming, can I fight you?" Zhao Lengtong walked over slowly: "How about the limit of three swords?"

"You can't beat me." Wuming looked at Zhao Lengtong: "No need to compete."

"I know, I can't beat you for the time being. I just want to try my strength. At what level."

Zhao Lengtong admitted it positively for the first time that she was not as good as Wuming. She relaxed inexplicably. After this relaxation, she felt that martial arts became more spacious.

"Princess, why not play with us?" Zhang Feng carried the two swords on his shoulders: "How about three swords?"

"Okay." Zhao Lengtong laughed. He had long been disliked by this soldier. Today, he would use the fifth-level power to teach him a lesson to let him understand what the distinction between superiority and inferiority is.

"Wu Ming, I will fight for one blow."

Wherever there is a battle, there will be a Domotoki land. Domotoki, who will disappear after killing Li Kui, finally appeared in front of everyone.

"good."

Wuming immediately focused all his attention on Domotoki. Even in this situation of fighting and landing, he had to be fully energetic. After all, his opponent was Domotoki who was more crazy than a madman in fighting. His paranoid personality of pursuing power would definitely slash the other party with one sword without hesitation. Wuming still believed that he knew the other party very well.

The excited fighting spirit instantly dispersed all the atmosphere just now, whether it was sad or cheerful, they disappeared without a trace before Domotoki's excited fighting spirit.

Zhao Lengtong and Zhang Feng all stopped the upcoming showdown. Wuming and Domotoki's battle between the two heroes of the young generation, it would be a pity if they didn't watch it!

The excited eyes and crazy aura, Domotoki, who was just as gentle as a scholar, has become a crazy lion in a blink of an eye. Even the insect flying by the sky will instinctively avoid this special aura.

Wuming's performance is completely opposite to Domotoki. He just stood quietly, and people couldn't feel a trace of momentum all over his body, as if he had given up in advance before a blow had started. He put the momentum into his body, which was what Wuming did when he fought against Yang Zhi. But at that time, he needed to release it out of his body first, and then retract it back into his body. Now he can directly return the momentum to the surface of his skin to the momentum, without letting ordinary masters feel it.

Although the breath that was previously emitting from the body was only collected into the body and turned into touching the skin and immediately retracted, this little difference represents two different realms.

After the last battle, after Hua Rong's silent arrow attack, Wuming made progress again. If he meets Yang Zhi again, he is confident that he will be able to kill the other party!

"Okay! Very good! I'm very satisfied." Domotoki smiled even more excitedly, and his momentum spread around him endlessly.

There are many martial arts, not only one. Domotoki chose a completely opposite path from Wuming, with infinite momentum growing and growing again, rather than returning to the essence and returning to the body. This cannot be said to be the better one, but the path is different, and this is more suitable for the paranoid Domotoki.

The battle between masters doesn't need anyone to start. The moment Domotoki's aura touched the nameless skin, the two of them moved at the same time.

As fast as lightning, one sword and one sword, it was obviously just a competition, but when the attack was launched, it was attacking that wanted to kill the opponent!

Experts, there is no competition! Unless it is just a conscious competition, if you really do it, it will definitely not be possible to stop.

Different martial arts paths have extremely similar attacks, and the natural swords and swords emit fierce sparks, and both of them have taken a step back.

Domotoki stared at Wuming with dissatisfaction: "You have wasted Hua Rong's final kill."

Most people don’t know why. Domotoki is obviously no longer at a disadvantage this time, but why is he not happy when he lost to the nameless sword.

"If you do such a waste again, I will kill you." Domotoki left the village with dissatisfaction, and didn't even look at Zhao Lengtong with an angry face.

Compared to the princess's life! Hua Rong's ultimate kill is more valuable? Zhao Lengtong tried hard to control her anger, and Domotoki became more and more paranoid! Such people can be used to expand their territory, but guarding the country must not exist! That kind of paranoidness is a great danger at any time!

Wuming put away the sword without caring. Domotoki's madness is indeed surprising. Even though the person who should have been tortured to death by the Biochemical Creation Sword, he struggled back from the brink of death because of his excessive paranoid madness. It is really admirable.

"Beautiful princess, it's our turn." Zhang Feng still maintained the unique rapist's laughter: "Why, you call that boy Kou Lingfeng, how about two hit me?"

"You are not Wuming, it is useless to provoke me." Since Zhao Lengtong entered the fifth level, all her confidence has returned again. Even if she is not as powerful as Wuming, she has the courage to admit it.

"Ouch?" Zhang Feng's eyebrows were pounding: "When did you, the immature princess, start to mature?"

When someone mentioned immature again, Zhao Lengtong just sneered. Perhaps in the eyes of any person who was trapped in the camp, he was immature? It seems that he was really praised by those ministers and others before, and he didn't know who he was.

"Princess Zhao Er, should we start playing at level 4 or directly play at level 5?"

"What?" Zhao Lengtong's expression became gloomy again. It was extraordinary that Wuming, a fifth-level Wuming, and several fourth-level masters, had this soldier successfully entered the fifth level? Wouldn't Wuming's power be so big out of thin air?

"Dear Princess, Your Highness." Zhang Feng said with a smile: "Don't you think that even a fool should advance even if you lead the team with two swords in your hands, rush into the 100,000 enemy troops for a long time, wandering around the edge of life and death?"

Zhao Lengtong nodded thoughtfully, rushing among the troops was a completely different concept from leading the team to the front. The leading personnel should not only have the momentum of moving forward, but also under any circumstances, no matter how dangerous the situation is, they cannot retreat at all!

After looking at Zhang Feng again, Zhao Lengtong discovered that the hippie general had a strong murderous aura between his eyebrows. His arms were exposed outside, and some places were wrapped with blood-stained bandages. He was covered in a fierce fighting general's aura, hiding behind the aura of a ruffian.

This is a powerful general who truly fights on the battlefield and never retreats in a hundred battles!

"Crazy Tiger General, you are a respectable general." Zhao Lengtong showed a smile of caring for talents: "I, I apologize to you."

"Accept the apology." Zhang Feng didn't mean anything to be polite.

Zhao Lengtong smiled disconcertedly. She must mature as soon as possible. If even the Crazy Tiger General can't tolerate it, what else can we talk about to tolerate the country in the future?

"Let's get started."

Zhao Lengtong gently placed his hand on the hilt of the knife, and slowly leaned down. The soldiers on the side had a smile on their faces. It seemed that the head's sword drawing fighting posture was still very practical. Not only did Crazy Dragon use the motomoto of the Domain, but even the second princess Zhao began to use this posture. "It's another sword drawing technique."
Chapter completed!