Chapter 505 The First Battle Begins (Part 3)

"It seems you don't quite believe it."

Jiang Mingyang looked at the four of them with a smile, mentioned the strong man and said softly: "Then I will do it for you."

After saying that, a canopy of flames rose from the strong man's neck, completely covering the strong man in an instant.

The severe pain that decomposes the body makes the strong man scream and struggle crazily...

"Burning at the stake!"

Holyfield Owen gritted his teeth and roared, his fists clenching.

Execution of their tribesmen in front of them is a naked contempt and a slap in the face.

The live broadcast room was also abuzz, and the barrage of fire torture immediately filled the screen.

"Holy shit, burning at the stake! Burning at the stake! I actually saw the burning at the stake with my own eyes!"

"Execution in front of them, Master Mingyang is too cruel and cruel."

"The Great God Mingyang is so powerful that he will burn those yellow-haired devils to death."

"Isn't this... a little too cruel?"

"Whoever said cruelty was blocked by the network administrator.

Really, every day, you can encounter licking dogs and virgin bitches everywhere.

If they didn't hunt down the Great God Mingyang, how could they end up being burned at the stake?

They use the advantage of bullying the minority and are tyrannical in China. Why haven't I seen you say they are cruel? "

Some netizens couldn't stand it, and they cursed in a colorful barrage, and many netizens echoed it.

"I'm just talking about the matter. Isn't it cruel to burn a living person in public? This is a barbaric act!"

"You are just stupid xx..."

"Where does this stupidity come from..."

The live broadcast room was blowing up. Bai Xiaosheng watched the comments with interest and connected to Jiang Mingyang's communication.

After she finished reading the barrage, she added: "Evelin will arrive in two and a half minutes, you control the time yourself."

After listening to Bai Xiaosheng's words, Jiang Mingyang stormed off.

"Damn it, I was forced to protect myself, and some people still say I'm cruel?

Give me human flesh for him, and then tell the Holyfield family that that fool is my ally, and that is the help he provided me.

Let him experience how kind the foreign master is! "

Jiang Mingyang was full of bad ideas, and it was not easy to deal with those holy bitches.

But Jiang Mingyang suddenly roared, shocking Holyfield and Owen, and they formed a battle formation and launched an attack.

“The siege is master! Evelin sent me a message, she will arrive in two minutes.

Our two teams joining forces can definitely keep him here. "

Holyfield Owen took the lead, with golden holy light flashing all over his body, and an exquisite and luxurious energy shield slowly rotating around him.

The reason why Holyfield Owen is known as the Shield of Light is because of his psychic weapon: the Holy Shield.

Although the Holyfield family is ancient, its heritage is completely incomparable to that of large families like the Jiang family.

They do not have the ability to allow direct members to have psychic weapons. They can only use the team as the core, and each team is equipped with a psychic weapon.

Holyfield Irving is the core of this team.

The holy shield he possesses is similar to an energy field that can be controlled by will, and can be condensed in the air within a radius of fifteen meters.

As long as the combat range does not exceed 15 meters, he can take care of the safety of every teammate.

Although Jiang Mingyang is very strong, Holyfield Irving is not afraid and even still has the confidence to win.

Because the strong man is just his assistant, his presence or absence has little impact on the team.

During the siege, a tall and thin young man sneered: "No matter how strong he is, he is only at the ninth level of the Body Refining Realm, and he is no match for us even if he is exhausted.

As long as our attack intensity is high enough, we can take him down without waiting for Evelin! "

The most difficult thing about one-to-many is not the combat power, but how to reduce one's own consumption as much as possible while ensuring the combat power.

If you lose strength after fighting, no matter how strong you are, it will be in vain.

When the four people rushed to the side, the strong man had been plundered. Feeling his body getting stronger, a cruel smile appeared on Jiang Mingyang's lips.

After plundering the strong man, Jiang Mingyang's qi and blood value increased by five points, and the slight loss of stamina was replenished.

The system can ensure that he fights continuously, which is the confidence he dares to challenge 28.

As for running out of energy...

Are you kidding? They are living blood bottles. Even if their physical strength is exhausted, just plundering one will replenish their physical strength in an instant.

Even if there is no chance to plunder, he still has a lot of resources to back him up. Jiang Mingyang is the ancestor.

"Jiang Mingyang, suffer death!"

Holyfield Owen roared and rushed in front of Jiang Mingyang, punching him like the wind and hitting his vital parts.

Now that he has decided on a strategy, Holyfield Owen has no reservations and attacks without regard to the consequences.

Only if he is fast enough can he force Jiang Mingyang to go faster.

Only when the fighting intensity is high enough can Jiang Mingyang be pushed to the limit as soon as possible.

Jiang Mingyang did not dodge or dodge, but struck back at a faster rate.

At the same time, a tall and thin young man, holding a noble sword, flashed beside Holyfield Owen, grinned and launched an attack.

"Drizzle Window!"

In an instant, the stabbing sword shined like needlepoints, and the needlepoints were as many as a rainstorm, stabbing Jiang Mingyang's eyes, weak ribs, and lower body fiercely.

His purpose was clear, not only to attack key points, but also to disrupt Jiang Mingyang's offensive.

"Damn it, you're just playing dirty tricks, right? I'll play tricks on you to death!"

Jiang Mingyang roared and dodged, and suddenly retreated backwards.

Just on the path he must take to retreat, a vague female figure suddenly appeared.

The woman held a dagger in her hand, as if she had anticipated Jiang Mingyang's retreat route.

She appeared very subtly on Jiang Mingyang's left side, and the dagger in her hand could easily cut his neck.

"Tell the Lord of Demons that the man who killed you is Holyfield Clive."

The girl's face was indifferent, and the poisoned dagger was emitting a faint blue light, and it was wiped towards Jiang Mingyang's neck at lightning speed.

The dagger carried a very strong force, and even if the dagger was not poisonous, it could cut off Jiang Mingyang's head.

What's more terrifying is that the poison on the dagger is fatal, and if you don't take the antidote in a short time, you will definitely die!

"Humph, you're looking for death!"

Jiang Mingyang was not panicked, and even showed a disdainful sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Although the woman appeared very cleverly, his position was not suitable for dodging and defense, but he could exchange injuries for injuries!

Jiang Mingyang gathered strength in his left arm and smashed towards the woman.

He was very fast and powerful. When the woman cut his neck, he would definitely smash the woman's chest.

Unless the woman is not afraid of death, otherwise, in the case of a large number of people, she will definitely protect herself first, and then wait for an opportunity to kill.

But Jiang Mingyang miscalculated. The woman didn't dodge, but was really going to fight him head-on.

Just when Jiang Mingyang was surprised, another young man who had not made a move shot out a green light.

The light was extremely fast, and instantly wrapped around Jiang Mingyang's left arm, turning into a green vine and taking root in the ground.

Jiang Mingyang was very powerful, and the vine only blocked him for a moment, and then broke under the huge force.

But because of that little bit of obstruction, Jiang Mingyang's counterattack was a bit slow, and the dagger had already cut Jiang Mingyang's throat.

At the same time, Holyfield Owen rushed up, and a pair of iron fists hit Jiang Mingyang's chest like a pile driver.

The live broadcast room was silent. They didn't expect the enemy to be so strong and the battle would be so difficult.

The gamblers were also silent. They didn't expect the bet to end after only one game.

The four people cooperated very well, and there was no flaw at all. Jiang Mingyang had no chance of winning!