The atmosphere inside the venue was tense.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Wentian at this moment.
Seeing it, the seal took shape.
The tribal saint's eyes trembled, and without any hesitation: "Kill!"
The jade hand fell, and tens of thousands of tribal warriors were shocked.
"kill!"
"The one who takes down the Great Flame Dragon King should be considered the first achievement."
"..."
The tribal warriors, with madness in their eyes, rushed toward the people in front of them. The momentum was like a torrent, and the earth shook.
Ye Wentian's figure never took a step back.
"Give it to me!"
"Buzz..."
A soft drink.
Ye Wentian raised his fingers and pointed forward. The spiritual power all over his body exploded to the extreme at the same time, converging into the seal in front of him.
The wind picked up and split the air.
Countless qi swords condensed and formed in mid-air in front of Ye Wentian almost instantly.
"That is?"
"Sword energy?"
"A hundred meters apart, just a glance can make people feel frightened."
On the city wall, Zhou Xiong, Bai Yun and others trembled, their eyes couldn't stop flashing, and they stared straight ahead.
They are both strong in martial arts.
Even without looking at it, you can feel the densely packed sword edges all over the sky.
"Qi control, this is the real air control." Yong Yue looked forward blankly, muttering softly in her mouth.
In front of the Dong family's old house, a sword broke through a thousand armors, which had refreshed Yongyue's knowledge.
The scene before her eyes once again refreshed her worldview.
If she could stay with Brother Ye all the time, she believed that one day she would be able to condense ten thousand swords with one finger.
same moment.
"Bang bang!"
"Boom..."
"Ah, what is this? Help me!"
The sword rain fell at the same time, and before the leading group of tribal warriors could react, their chests burst into blood mist, and their bodies fell into a pool of blood.
The sword rain is so strong that killing people is like cutting wheat.
"ah!"
"puff……"
In an instant, shrill screams echoed throughout the battlefield.
Not a single tribal warrior could get close to the young man in front of him. He had just taken two steps and his body was pierced by the Qi Sword.
"How... is this possible? He is just a human being, how could he have such a level of spiritual power?" The tribal saint looked horrified for the first time.
Ten thousand sword energy, how much spiritual support is needed?
"hiss!"
"As far as my tribe knows, this boy shouldn't be so strong."
"..."
All the powerful men in the tribe couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
They knew that this generation of Great Flame Dragon King was very strong, and even warned the juniors of the tribe not to provoke him easily.
But to be so strong is beyond everyone's understanding.
"boom!"
"Boom..."
The rain of swords has not dissipated yet.
One third of the tribal warriors had been killed or injured, and the smell of blood filled the air. The tribal warriors who had not yet had time to rush forward could not help but have panic in their eyes.
Due to gaze.
The Great Flame Dragon King in the distance is still standing there.
That figure was truly terrifying.
On the wall of the base, King Zhenxi and others were stunned for a long time, and their eyes could not help but be filled with fanaticism.
"Ha ha ha ha."
"Great Flame Dragon King, strengthen my great flame!"
"Today's battle, please record it in detail for me." King Zhenxi couldn't help laughing and said repeatedly.
This was what he had been waiting for.
The King of Zhenxi could imagine how much the morale of the Great Yan guards would be improved when he spread the news about the Great Yan Dragon King fighting against thousands of armies to other realms in Great Yan.
This battle is enough to shock the outside world.
To stabilize the four realms, since the Black King, Dayan has another person who can unite the guards of all realms together.
This is extremely important to several border town kings.
"It's...it can really break through ten thousand armors!"
"How can a person be so strong?"
"..."
Zhou Xiong, Bai Yun and others all looked blankly, staring ahead.
At this moment, these three captains of ten thousand men truly realized what it meant that one man could hold a barrier and ten thousand men could not open it.
The courage of one man is not the courage of one man.
It depends on whether that person is strong enough.
The figure below who looked like a god of war was firmly imprinted in the minds of the three of them at this moment. Fanaticism gradually appeared in the eyes of Zhou Xiong and others, and the reverence on their faces could not be concealed.
On the tribe side, the strong men from each tribe were shocked and turned to look at their saint.
The King of Zhenxi has not yet taken action.
The base city tiger guards have not yet emerged.
Most of the tribal warriors have been killed or injured, so how can we fight?
"Don't retreat!"
"This is the latest opportunity for our tribe. If we miss it, we may not see it again in a hundred years. This key must be in our hands."
The tribal saint frowned and spoke decisively.
Today's battle resulted in heavy casualties. At this point, there is no reason to retreat.
"Uncles, you and other tribe members were also killed and injured in the front. Aren't they the ones you watched growing up? Don't you want to take revenge?"
"This Great Flame Dragon King is so cruel, God cannot tolerate it."
"This junior has a skill to suppress this kid. I will leave the rest to the clan uncles. The blood feud between the clans must be paid for with blood."
The tribal saint turned sideways and jumped out of the skeleton chariot.
Her clear voice echoed, fell into the ears of powerful men from all major tribes, and spread throughout the entire audience.
In the discourse, the rise of tribes was mentioned only in one word.
Instead, it constantly emphasizes revenge.
The words fell.
The morale of the tribal warriors suddenly rose. Those who died beside the warriors of each major tribe were all friends from their respective tribes.
Is there any reason not to avenge this hatred?
"revenge!"
"Repay the blood debt with blood, kill the Great Flame Dragon King."
"kill……"
In an instant, the roar shook the sky.
The tribal warriors who originally planned to retreat turned red-eyed, and their aura exploded, charging forward without fear of life or death.
A hint of cunning flashed through the clear eyes of the tribal saint.
"Uncle Baiye, capture the Great Flame Dragon Queen, destroy all her energy, and survive." The tribal saint took a step forward and glanced at the uncle beside her.
Baiye from the Frostwolf Tribe heard this, nodded slightly, suppressed his injuries, and rushed forward without saying a word.
The morale of the tribal warriors is high.
The siege and killing force struck again.
Ye Wentian's eyes were calm and he raised his head to glance at the saint in front of him.
"Come."
"If you have any tricks, just use them. If I move, I lose." Ye Wentian looked at the saint, raised his hand and crossed his fingers.
