The eight phoenix guards shouted in a coquettish manner and set out a five-pointed star array

"Oh, the military formation." Feng Lang's eyes lit up, but he slightly swept over the mandarin duck formation formed by the Eighteen Phoenix Guards and shook his head contemptuously. Based on his understanding of the formation, although this mandarin duck formation looks quite good, there are many loopholes. If he faces someone of his own strength, it will be vulnerable.

The power of the formation lies in the attack method and defense ability of the gods and ghosts after forming the formation. The soldiers or individual soldiers who formed the formation are not capable of strong, but the combined attack power is superimposed geometrically. Even if facing masters of several levels higher than their own, they will not collapse in one blow.

"Attack!" Yang Wenwu ignored Feng Yao's contemptuous expression and calmly ordered Gong Feng. This shows that she was still a qualified general when commanding the battle. At least she would not be sucked by the anger by the other party.

The people who created this mandarin duck formation also took a lot of thought. When facing masters, they first line up their opponents within the five-angle star formation, with five attack points covering the sky and the ground, and the rest are responsible for coordinated attack or defense.

Five attacking points swept out five consecutive fiery red fighting spirits, slashing towards Feng Xie with violent momentum, and blocking all his retreat paths. The eighteen Feng Guards actually had all the fire attribute fighting spirits, and their destructive power lies in the seventh series.

Feng Yao just didn't move, letting the Dou Qi slash, with a smile on his face.

After just one round of attacks, Yang Wenwu was surprised to find that Feng Lang was still standing in the same place, unharmed, as if the attack just now was completely illusory to him.

"Change the formation." When Yang Wenwu showed that Feng Hu's strength was far from her imagination, she decisively issued the order to change the formation.

"It's useless to change any formation." Feng Na laughed. He was now in the realm of the twelve-winged purple demon. The demon clan was extremely powerful. Moreover, he absorbed the original energy of the mysterious old woman Mo Yixin in the Shuiyue Cave Heaven. The body was reshaped, and the strength of the ** and spirit had reached a very terrifying level. If the light theory is powerful, no one could match these. Moreover, after the demonic energy was converted into holy energy, he had reached the realm of the five-star god priest. The highest strength among the eighteen Phoenix Guards was the five-star warrior. After the formation was formed, the power was several times greater. Despite this, even if he stood here and let them attack, they would not be able to hurt him in their entire lives.

Sure enough, Yang Wenwu's formation changes several times, but he couldn't do anything to Feng Hu. The gap in strength was too big, and it was simply a competition between ants and an elephant.

"Defensive formation, magic crossbowman prepares." Yang Wenwu ordered unwillingly.

Dozens of magic crossbowmen aimed at Feng Lang in different directions, and the penetration power of the blue magic arrow was very terrifying. At such a close distance, even a few inches of thick steel plates could be shot through, especially the magic-breaking attributes were added on it, which was a fatal threat to the magician.

"Attack!" Yang Wenwu shouted.

Dozens of magic arrows shot towards Fenglang in an instant, causing a sound of breaking through the air at a distance.

I saw a white light flowing on Feng Hu's body, and the fierce magic arrow fell in front of him.

"Oh, it's not fun at all. I'm overestimating you." Feng Ling sighed, and suddenly waved his hand. The soft light belt formed by the eighteen white holy lights instantly wrapped around the neck of the eighteen Fengwei. With a thought, they were involuntarily pulled into the air and flew.

"No, stop, I admit defeat." Yang Wenwu and Shiba Fengwei were like sisters. Seeing Feng Lang suddenly attacked, they were shocked and began to regret it. Why did they provoke the person she could not afford to provoke, the God Pastor, that was a character who could walk sideways no matter where they were.

"You ask for war." Feng Lang smiled evilly.

"I, I beg you." Yang Wenwu said in a trembling voice, and at this moment, her pride was trampled on the soles of her feet by the man.

"You are begging me? You won't have seen how others ask for help." Feng Lang laughed, as if in an instant, he turned from a gentle priest to a violent demon.

Yang Wenwu's delicate body trembled, and the more than a hundred soldiers had gathered behind her. When she heard this, her mother was so angry.

Yang Wenwu had a pale face, inserted the flame sword in her hand to the ground, and then pinned it to her chest. The symbol symbolizing the Lei Peng family was taken down and placed aside. She bit her teeth and slowly bent her knees.

The soldiers behind the "General" cried out in grief. The general was humiliated, which was even more sad and angry than the humiliation themselves.

When Yang Wenwu's knee was about to hit the ground, a soft white light held her straight. She looked at Feng Lang in surprise and said, "You,"

Feng Ming waved his hand gently, and the Eighteen Fengwei was put down, covering his neck and coughing.

"Don't be happy, I just promised Angel to let you go once. If there is a next time, I will be polite, Master." Feng Lang said lightly.

"You are so strong that I am so strong that I won." Yang Wenwu has a unyielding personality. In her opinion, it was not that the Yuanyang Formation was not powerful, but that she had encountered an opponent who was too much higher.

"Haha, it seems you are not convinced. Your Mandarin Duck Formation has many loopholes. It's really a bit of a force to say it's a military formation."

"You fart, why do you say that the Mandarin Duck Formation is full of loopholes? What kind of military formation do you know?" Yang Wenwu was so angry that she forgot about Feng Yao's horror for a moment.

"Wenwu, how can you be so unreasonable to Pastor Feng?" At this moment, a faint and pleasant voice came over, and a graceful figure walked out of the darkness, but it was An Qier, a beautiful senior tutor of military arts.

Feng Yao was not surprised when Angel appeared. When Yangwen Dance Collection appeared, he saw Angel hiding in the dark and watching. This beautiful mentor was definitely not as unsophisticated as magical fighting spirit.

"You created this mandarin duck piece." Feng Yao asked with a smile, almost certainly.

"That's right, the mandarin duck array that you have full of loopholes in your mouth is indeed what I created, An Qier said lightly.

"Haha, I hope it didn't hit you. I just spoke a little more quickly. Feng Xie looked at An Qier and smiled, always thinking that this woman is not simple.

"It's okay, this mandarin duck formation is indeed not perfect. Pastor Feng seems to be very knowledgeable about the military formation." An Qier said.

"Sweetheart, how could he know the military formation? Didn't he rely on his own strength?" Yang Wenwu said angrily.

Feng Xiezun was furious with Yang Wenwu. She called Angel as sweetheart. Could it be that the two of them were ladies? Thinking of these two beautiful women entangled together naked, they could not think about it anymore.

"Since you are so unconvinced, I will give you a chance. You will pick eighteen people from the bear soldiers behind me. I will give you a little advice and use the Mandarin Duck Formation. How about the battle with your Eighteen Phoenix Guards in a month?" Feng Hu turned his eyes and laughed.

"This is what you said, one word is determined." Yang Wenwu said happily.

"Slow down, just because of your dissatisfaction. I will waste a month of precious time. If I defeat you, what should you do?" Feng Lang said.

"If you win the battle in a month, then I will do it with you Yang Wenwu gritted her teeth. In her opinion, Feng Yao's training in a month can make these soldiers who are just low-level soldiers defeat her Eighteen Feng Guards, which is simply a day-to-day talk.

"I really have to deal with it. If I win, you can be a slave or a servant?" Feng Hu asked with a smile.

"My mother, what I say is like water splashed out, and I will never regret it." Yang Wenwu said.

"Then let's just say that." Feng Hu said.

"Slowly, Pastor Feng, what if you lose?" At this time, Angel suddenly interrupted.

"Yes, so what if you lose? Yang Wenwu then remembered that if she didn't ask clearly, she would suffer a big loss.

"Like you, I lose, and you will be at your disposal. Mentor Angel, do you want to count it? After all, this mandarin duck formation was created by you?" Feng Hu shrugged and smiled.

Angel was stunned and said, "Since Pastor Feng has this kind of interest, I will participate too, but I won't use myself as a bet. If I lose, I will lose you a piece of the Demon Mines in the Sea."

The Demon Mining of the Nether Sea! Feng Yao knows that this kind of ore is a legendary ore produced on the mysterious Nether Sea bottom. It is very beautiful and rare, and has little practical value. However, it has great collection value. For those who love to collect, it is a treasure. For others, it is just a more beautiful stone.

"Little is better than nothing. If you make a deal, then let's sign a magic contract." Feng Ling nodded.

The three of them used their mental power to sign a bet on a magic contract, which was in triplicate and could not go back on their word. This magic contract is naturally extremely comparable to the ancient blood contract, but its binding force is still very strong. Once they go back on their word, they can use the mental power attached to the magic contract to harshly punish those who violate the contract. If they fail to perform the contract, they can even turn you into an idiot. In fact, with Feng Langtong's great mental power at this time, this contract actually does not have much binding force for him. He can easily erase his own mental power on the contract. Of course, only freaks like him in these worlds. Generally speaking, even if it reaches the Nine-Star God Pastor to erase the mental power on the magic contract, it is very difficult.

Then, Yang Wenwu picked eighteen weakest soldiers from this brigade of soldiers to Feng Hu.

Looking at these eighteen soldiers who were unwilling to do so, Feng Fan suddenly said, "These eighteen people will leave your Pili Legion from now on. They are the weakest here, but when they come to me, they are the strongest here.

The eighteen soldiers with weak heads were shocked. They all knew in their hearts why they chose them because they were the worst. No soldier did not desire to become stronger. The priest said in their hearts. Can they really become the strongest? Can they really defeat the 18 Fengwei who is too strong in one month as the priest said?
Chapter completed!