On any battlefield, it is rare to see dozens of practitioners charging at the same time.
At this time, the figures of dozens of practitioners dragged out the afterimages, which seemed to be hundreds of practitioners flying through the air. In front of their figures were countless blood mixed with the cold golden and iron light, which was reflected on people's faces.
There was an especially sad feeling in his eyes.
This feeling was extremely oppressive for the central army of the Guanlong He clan. The surrounding arrow troops were shot into shock by the arrow troops protected by the light armored army of the Bone Army. At this time, the shaman-like
The magic circle presented by the old man frightened them even more, and they were unable to intercept these practitioners at all.
The goals of these dozens of practitioners were the chariots where the old man who looked like a shaman was sitting.
These chariots were completely exposed to the killing intent of these dozens of practitioners.
Looking at the dozens of practitioners rushing towards him at extremely fast speeds, the armor of the man in front of the shaman-looking old man wearing light armor suddenly lit up with dazzling lightning.
Small but dazzling lightning surged from the light armor and wandered around his body.
At the same time, bursts of thunder suddenly sounded in the sky. Before each thunder, a real thunderbolt shot down from the sky!
These lightning bolts chased the practitioners in a very strange way. Almost every thunder and lightning struck down could accurately hit a practitioner who was speeding by!
In an instant, all the ten practitioners who rushed forward were hit and fell to the ground like meteorites.
At the same time, the old man who looked like a shaman behind him stretched out his hands forward.
His hands were very dry and wrinkled, much like branches that had been dried for many years.
But his hands were emitting a very mysterious blood-red flame, and several wonderful blood-red halos were even formed outside his hands.
A strange musical scale came out of his mouth.
This unique chant seems to be no different from the chants used by shamans of wandering tribes to heal diseases or summon gods. It is full of primitive flavor. However, in his chanting, the wonderful things outside his hands are revealed.
The blood-red halo established a connection with more vitality in this land.
The armors of the light-armored cavalry and heavy-armored cavalry sergeants who fell to the ground had been hitting each other before, but now they made a harsh friction sound.
There was an invisible but real force that kept squeezing and rubbing these soldiers who had fallen together and found it difficult to get up.
The moment the harsh sound of metal friction was heard, the sounds of broken bones and organs also sounded in the bodies of these soldiers.
Thick blood flowed silently from their armor.
The reason for the silence is that they were killed at this moment and all their voices were cut off.
But the power that killed them did not stop or disappear.
The chanting of the old man who looked like a shaman continued, and the blood flowing out of their armor continued to flow towards the Northern Wei army in the rear. The first one to bear the brunt was the skeleton army with its face all painted in white.
Elite army!
The color of blood quickly appeared on the face of the Bone Army. Just when the power of the magic circle was transferred to the Bone Army and was about to explode, a rider at the tail end of the Bone Army suddenly let out a
A sharp shout.
There seemed to be no difference between this rider and the rest of the Bone Army sergeants. His face was also coated with thick white bone powder, giving him a cruel and perverted smell, but as he screamed, he couldn't bear it in his body.
The real energy he sent exploded crazily, and the thick dust on his face, and even the dust in his armor, all exploded outwards!
A golden light flew out of his hand.
This golden light is a square formation disk. There are several beads of different colors in the formation disk, but the color is also very dark.
There was a bang.
A mountain-like amount of vitality fell from high in the sky, just like a real invisible giant slamming into the ground in front. The majestic force pressed the soil down hard, pushing away the blood and water in the soil.
All the mud and water are squeezed out.
There was a click.
The war horse under this rider could not withstand the squeeze of the rider's body at all. The entire horse's body dented downwards strangely, and all the bones in its body were shattered. But at the same time, an inexplicable impact force,
It also threw the rider violently backward and upward.
Boom!
At the same time, on the chariot pulled by two giant bears, the whole body of the old man who looked like a shaman who was chanting seemed to suddenly become an inch shorter, and his body and the chariot made a dull collision sound.
There were bright red blood stains in the wrinkles on his face.
The rider had not yet landed, and was coughing up blood as he fell in the air.
Dozens of sergeants from behind rushed towards him quickly.
At this time, everyone behind him suddenly discovered that he was one of the commanders of the White Bone Army. Xiao Donghuang was probably the only one in the Northern Wei army who could be called the Grand Formation Master at this time.
The man on the chariot, whose body was lightly armored and surrounded by lightning, was not moved by this.
Although he felt that the old formation master behind him had suffered heavy injuries when the opponent broke the formation, he also guessed that the opponent was Xiao Donghuang, and from his perception, he also knew that Xiao Donghuang paid a greater price.
The old formation master behind him can still fight with difficulty, but Xiao Donghuang should no longer be able to.
So he just still ruthlessly harvested the lives of those practitioners whose realm was far inferior to his.
However, at this moment, the man's pupils suddenly shrank sharply.
Not far in front of his chariot, a "dead" cultivator who had been shot down by one of his lightning bolts suddenly ejected.
His chariot was pulled by two giant bears that he had tamed, but the aura that suddenly rippled out of the cultivator's body when he was suddenly ejected was more like a crazy violent bear.
He didn't expect such a change.
No one on the chariots around him expected such a change.
In a hurry, the man let out a low roar, and his Qi sea lit up. Several dazzling lightning bursts accompanied by the strong natal aura, like a spear made of lightning, stabbed the man fiercely.
Practitioners come from across the sky.
There was a strange cracking sound.
The man's breathing suddenly stopped. He couldn't believe that his own strength could not stop this crazy practitioner like a violent bear. The light armor on his body seemed to be intact, but inside the light armor, his Qi Sea was
However, the flesh and blood cracked open, and the opened bloody mouth continued to expand. He could feel that his internal organs were being squeezed out from the bloody mouth.
In this flash of lightning, his eyes couldn't see clearly the face of the cultivator who suddenly attacked while pretending to be dead, but he could see the man's eyes full of madness.
"Yang Dian!"
This person's name instantly appeared in his mind.
The old man who looked like a shaman behind him had a purple-red face from holding back, and he couldn't breathe. But he knew very well that it was time to really fight for his life, so he still stretched out his hands like dry branches towards Yang Dian.
past.
His body was also swinging violently, as if he could fall down at any time.
But a terrifying aura bloomed from his fingertips, followed by a strange green flame.
Although he was seriously injured, he grasped the timing of his attack extremely accurately. This was the moment when Yang Dian could not stop him from taking action.
However, the people he faced were all the most brave and decisive practitioners in the army. Yang Dian was not the only one hiding his secrets at this time. The moment his fingertips had just bloomed with strange green flames, two flying swords suddenly came to him.
, with a breath that didn't want to look back, it cut hard on the fingers of his hands.
At the same time, the two swordsmen who used flying swords and were originally best at long-range attacks had their entire bodies flying across the air. They used their bodies directly as two shields, blocking Yang Dian's left and right sides.
!
The fingers of the old man who looked like a shaman were instantly cut off by the fierce sword light, and fell like cut radishes.
boom!
Yang Dian's punch hit the man in light armor in front of him hard, knocking the man's body back until he arched up, and then hit the old man who looked like a shaman behind him hard.
On the body.
The body of the man wearing light armor still flew backwards. His body had no obvious deformation, but the old man who looked like a shaman behind him was unable to withstand the force, and his body instantly turned into a torn and broken body.
limb.
Yang Dian knew that this man in light armor could no longer survive. He killed this powerful practitioner and the most terrifying formation master for army positions, but there was nothing in his heart at this time.
Feeling proud, he used the secret medicine of the Northern Wei Dynasty Palace to suppress his true vitality fluctuations and forcibly stimulated his potential, so that he could achieve the effect with one blow.
But then, he really had no strength to fight anymore.
If nothing else happens, the area around these carriages may be where he ends up. (To be continued)