Chapter 208: Jiang Guo Weng Jin

When Yue Chen left the field, right across from him, Jiang Guo Weng Jin was also leading the team.
The eyes of the two teams were facing each other, and everyone's eyes were calm on Yue Chen's side.
The faces of Weng Jin and others were full of murderous aura.
In particular, Weng Jin raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint mocking expression, and then cut his neck with his palm towards Yue Chen.
Yue Chen smiled and ignored it.
It is as if an elephant disdains the provocation of an ant.
"Brother Weng, is he ignoring us?"
Beside Weng Jin, a man shouted with a grim face.
Weng Jin was full of anger and shouted in a low voice: "I will make him regret it."
The two teams came to the edge of the ring and stood on both sides.
It was still the ring where Yue Chen had fought, and the referee was still the middle-aged man.
"Yue Guo vs Jiang Guo!"
The middle-aged referee solemnly said indifferently, "Now you can send your players up."
Beside Weng Jin, a young man shouted loudly: "I'll come first."
Weng Jin stretched out his hand to block the man. The man asked inexplicably, "Brother Weng?"
Weng Jin grinned grimly and said, "You don't have to play, isn't he Yue Guo high-profile?
Right now, when they are used as stepping stones, the name of our country Jiang will be remembered by everyone, and we will make great contributions. "
Everyone was overjoyed upon hearing this.
The top 20 is not easy to enter, but if you can make a big name for Jiang Guo, you will naturally have a great feat.
But now in their opinion, Weng Jin took the initiative to take the initiative, and these feats seemed to have fallen into their hands.
How much potential can a level 2 empire supported by female archers?
Anyway, in their hearts, they looked down upon Yue State, the newly rising Tier 4 empire. In their hearts, Yue State was just a subsidiary of their Jiang State, a Tier 2 empire.
"Then, Brother Lao."
Everyone quickly worshipped.
Weng Jin nodded indifferently, jumped onto the ring with a cold face, raised his head, and a silver gun in his hand pointed at Yue Chen distantly, full of provocation.
"Good magic weapon!"
Yue Chen's eyes lit up slightly, and the magic weapon in Weng Jin's hand should be level 6.
This is the highest-level magic weapon that a war spirit or a war king can use. If it exceeds level 6, it will not drive the power of the magic weapon.
With a hint of excitement on Yue Chen's side, Fang Sisi asked to fight: "Your Majesty, let me go up."
Yue Chen looked at Fang Sisi who was about to move, like a child who wanted his favorite toy, couldn't help but smile.
Yue Chen knew that this little girl grew up with her mother, suffered a lot, and had a tough personality.
It is not easy to maintain this innocent and straightforward character now.
"Well, then you go up first, be careful.
The magic weapon of this guy is better than yours. "
While talking, Yue Chen handed a sword to Fang Sisi.
Fang Sisi took it, threw a sword flower, and nodded in satisfaction.
For this competition, Zhao Yun specially taught her marksmanship and swordsmanship.
Zhao Yun's marksmanship is unique, because it is too amazing, but it is obvious that his swordsmanship is not outstanding.
Throughout the entire Three Kingdoms, Zhao Yun's swordsmanship is of top level.
Immediately, Fang Sisi jumped onto the ring.
Today she is wearing a white level 4 armor.
And the left chest of this armor is also marked with the word "Jiang".
This is the spoils obtained after killing Jiang Yue's guard, and it is also the highest grade armor that Yue Chen can equip his subordinates.
Because this is a men's armor, it is a little out of place on Fang Sisi's petite body, but it faintly outlines the perfect curve in the armor, which is very touching.
"Damn it!"
Weng Jin shouted coldly.
Wearing trophies from Jiang Guo to challenge Jiang Guo's team is itself a huge provocation.
Fang Sisi had no thoughts in this regard, holding the sword and smiling at Weng Jin, he said, "Yue Guo Fang Sisi, please advise."
"Hahaha, good, very good!"
Weng Jin said slowly, her voice was cold, and there was murderous in her eyes, and she didn't feel pity for Xiangyu at all.
"Start!"
Shouted the middle-aged referee.
Fang Sisi held the sword in his hand and smiled: "Look at the sword!"
The sword stabbed straight, his figure jumped out, and a stunning sword light flashed across the ring.
With this sword, Sun Shangxiang nodded his head subconsciously and said softly: "Good talent."
People with ordinary talents can't learn the essence of Zhao Yun's swordsmanship in a short time, which shows that Fang Sisi has an excellent talent for swords.
Opposite Fang Sisi, Weng Jin smiled coldly: "The light of the firefly, dare to compete with Haoyue?"
In an instant, the aura on Weng Jin suddenly exploded, his body motionless, letting Fang Sisi's sword stabbed.
The powerful momentum impacted the entire ring, instantly attracting countless lights.
There was a strong wind on the ring, and the strong momentum directed at Fang Sisi, making Fang Sisi's face change drastically.
"He is the King of War."
Sun Shangxiang shouted in a deep voice.
Even she didn't realize that Weng Jin was the King of War, showing how deep the opponent was hiding.
If he knew that he was the King of War, he would definitely not let Fang Sisi go up, and the spirit of fighting against the King of War would send him to death and would not increase his combat experience.
In the ring, both of them remained still.
Weng Jin stretched out a right hand, his breath was as deep as an abyss.
One hand grabbed the body of the sword in Fang Sisi's hand and looked at Fang Sisi with a cold expression.
Fang Sisi tried to pull out the sword.
Weng Jin suddenly let go, the sword was pulled back by Fang Sisi, but because of too much force, he couldn't help but leaned back.
Fang Sisi turned his head towards the rear, and landed steadily.
At the same time as she landed, Weng Jin had appeared in front of her, grabbed her sword-holding wrist with her right hand and twisted it fiercely.
How can Fang Sisi's power compare to the warlord's Weng Jin?
The wrist and the sword were rotated together, and the next moment, the tip of the sword was aimed at Fang Sisi's calf.
Weng Jin's left hand was slapped fiercely and landed on the hilt. The sword pierced Fang Sisi's calf, pierced Fang Sisi's calf across, and nailed it to the stone slab of the ring.
Blood rushed out of Fang Sisi's calf, and the intense pain stimulated Fang Sisi's nerves.
"Ok!"
Fang Sisi snorted, gritted his teeth, and looked at Weng Jin angrily.
Sun Shangxiang looked back at Yue Chen next to him, and saw that Yue Chen looked at the battle with a cold face, did not announce to the referee to admit defeat, and didn't know what was thinking in his mind.
On the ring, Weng Jinju looked down at the petite woman with a tough face, and said grimly: "Subordinate Yue Chen, is that just a little bit of strength?
The master is a waste, and the subordinate is a waste. "
Hearing this, Fang Sisi furiously said: "He who insults my lord will not share the heaven."
As he spoke, Fang Sisi gritted his teeth, firmly grasped the hilt of the sword inserted in his calf, and suddenly pulled it out.
The blood burst out instantly, dyeing Fang Sisi's face red.