The atmosphere in the venue was tense.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Ye Wentian at this moment.

Seeing it, the seal is formed.

The tribal saint's eyes twitched, and she didn't hesitate for a moment: "Kill!"

The jade hand fell, and tens of thousands of tribal warriors shook.

"Kill!"

"Whoever wins the Great Flame Dragon King should be the first merit."

「……」

The warriors of the tribe, with madness in their eyes, rushed towards the people in front of them, like a rush, and the earth shook.

Ye Wentian's figure never took half a step back.

"Give me Ning!"

"Buzz ......"

A soft snort.

Ye Wentian raised his fingers and pointed forward, and the spiritual power around his body exploded to the extreme at the same time, converging in the seal in front of him.

The wind rose and cut through the air.

Countless Qi swords, almost instantly, condensed in the air in front of Ye Wentian's body.

"That's?"

"Sword aura?"

"A hundred meters away, just looking at it, makes people feel terrified."

On the city wall, Zhou Xiong, Bai Yun and others trembled, their eyes couldn't stop flashing, and their eyes were staring ahead.

They are also strong martial artists.

Even if you don't have to look at it, you can feel the dense sword blades in the sky.

"Qi Resisting Technique, this is the real Imperial Qi." Yongyue stared blankly ahead, muttering softly.

In front of the Dong family's old house, a sword broke through a thousand armors, which has refreshed Yongyue's cognition.

And the scene in front of her once again refreshed her worldview.

If she can always be by Brother Ye's side, she believes that one day, she will be able to condense ten thousand swords with one finger.

At the same time.

"Bang bang!"

"Rumble ......"

"Ah, what is this? Help me!"

The rain of swords fell at the same time, and before the group of tribal warriors led by them could react, their chests had already burst into a blood mist, and their bodies fell in a pool of blood.

The sword rain is strong, and killing people is like cutting wheat.

"Ahh

"Poof......

Suddenly, a terrible scream resounded across the battlefield.

None of the clan warriors could get close to the young man in front of him, and they had just rushed out two steps before their bodies were pierced by the qi sword.

"This ...... How can it be? He was just a human being, how could he have such a level of spiritual power?" For the first time, the tribal saint looked horrified.

Ten Thousand Dao Sword Qi, how much spiritual power is needed to support this?

"Shhh

"As far as my clan knows, this son shouldn't be so strong."

「……」

The major powerhouses of the tribe couldn't help but gasp.

They knew that this year's Great Yan Dragon King was very strong, and even warned the clan juniors not to provoke easily.

can be so strong that it is really beyond everyone's understanding.

"Bang!"

"Rumble ......"

The rain of swords hasn't gone away.

The tribal warriors had already been killed and wounded, and the smell of blood filled the air, and the tribal warriors who had not had time to rush forward couldn't help but be terrified in their eyes.

Caused by the gaze.

The Great Flame Dragon King in the distance was still standing there.

That figure is really terrifying.

On the wall of the base, King Zhenxi and the others were stunned for a long time, and their eyes couldn't help but be fanatical.

"Haha, haha."

"Great Flame Dragon King, strengthen me Great Flame!"

"Today's battle, give this king a detailed record." King Zhenxi couldn't help laughing and said in a loud voice.

That's what he's waiting for.

King Zhenxi could imagine how much the morale of the Great Yan Guards would be greatly improved when he passed the news of the Great Yan Dragon King fighting ten thousand armies alone to the other realms of Great Yan.

This battle is enough to deter foreign countries.

Stabilize the four realms, since the Black King back then, Da Yan has another person, who can unite the guards of each realm together.

This is extremely important for the kings of several border towns.

"Really...... It can really break through ten thousand armors!"

"How can a person be so strong?"

「……」

Zhou Xiong, Bai Yun and the others all looked sluggish, looking ahead in a daze.

At this moment, these three captains really realized what it means to be a husband and a husband.

The courage of one person is not the courage of a horseman.

It's about whether the person is strong enough.

The figure like the god of war below was firmly imprinted in the minds of the three of them at this moment, and the eyes of Zhou Xiong and the others gradually became fanatical, and the reverence on their faces could not be hidden.

On the tribal side, the strong people of the various tribes shook their hearts and turned their heads to look at their holy daughters.

King Zhenxi hasn't made a move yet.

The base city tiger guard has not yet been killed.

The tribal warriors have already been killed and wounded, how can this be fought?

"No Return!"

"This is the last opportunity for my clan, if I miss it, I'm afraid it will be rare in a hundred years, this key, my department must grasp it."

The tribal saint frowned, and her tone was categorical.

Today's battle has suffered heavy casualties, and there is no reason to retreat to defeat until now.

"Clan uncles, there are also you and other clan children who were killed and injured in front, aren't they you who grew up? Don't you want revenge?"

"This Great Flame Dragon King is so cruel, heaven does not tolerate it."

"The younger generation has a skill, but he can suppress this child, and the rest will be handed over to the clan uncles, the blood feud of the clan needs to be compensated with blood."

The tribal saintess turned sideways and jumped directly off the skeleton chariot.

Her clear voice echoed, falling into the ears of the powerhouses of the major tribes, and at the same time, it was also transmitted throughout the audience.

In the discourse, the rise of the tribe is only a passing word.

Rather, there is a constant emphasis on revenge.

The voice fell.

The morale of the tribal warriors was suddenly high, and the warriors of the major tribes died in battle, all of whom were friends in their respective tribes.

Is there any reason not to repay this revenge?

"Revenge!"

"Blood debt and blood repayment, kill the Great Flame Dragon King."

"Kill ......"

Suddenly, the roar shook the sky.

The tribal warriors who originally planned to retreat had red eyes, and the momentum around them exploded, fearless of life and death, and rushed forward.

Tribal saintess, there was a wisp of cunning in those clear eyes.

"Uncle Baiye, after capturing the Great Flame Dragon King, he will take away all his qi and want to live." The tribal saintess took a step forward and glanced at the clan uncle beside her.

Hearing this, Baiye of the frost wolf clan nodded slightly, suppressed the injuries on his body, and rushed forward without saying half a word of nonsense.

Tribal warriors, morale is high.

The siege struck again.

Ye Wentian's eyes were calm, and he glanced up at the holy woman in front of him.

"Come."

"If you have any tricks, you just have to use them, and I will lose if I move." Ye Wentian looked at the Holy Maiden, raised his hand and hooked his fingers.