Chapter 192: Heroes of the World

Although the Shaman main general was shocked, Little Wei Yuan's lone charge had limited influence. He immediately accelerated the drum beats, and half of the army began to charge, while the other half remained motionless.

Although only half were dispatched, the number was still more than double that of the realm's defenders.

Another horn sounded, and all the realm defenders stopped and lined up in a dense formation, preparing to meet the enemy. Just as the two armies were about to clash, the Demon-Suppressing Tower fell from the sky.

In an instant, the green gas of the Shaman army formation became thin by thirty percent. However, the green gas was integrated, and although it was fiercely suppressed by the Demon-Suppressing Tower, it was far from collapsing. The green gas above the army formation condensed into clouds, actually supporting the nine-story Demon-Suppressing Tower, making it unable to fall.

Although Ji Ji Liuli was strong, her opponent this time was a full twenty thousand Northern Frontier elites of the Shaman tribe. Being able to suppress thirty percent of the opponent's heaven and earth vitality in one go was already shocking.

A wisp of cyan rain, as thin as a hair, passed through the Demon-Suppressing Tower and shot at the Shaman general on the high platform.

This rain silk collided with the army formation's green gas, suddenly stimulating boundless sword energy, and countless sword energies twisted all the green gas, creating a hole of dozens of feet in this green mountain. However, there was too much green gas, and the sword energy was exhausted before it could get close to the Shaman general, and the hole began to fill slowly.

The Shaman general looked at the hole, his face ugly. The two thousand troops guarding him!

This person pierced the army gas with one sword, if this sword fell on him, I'm afraid he would be seriously injured on the spot. And he also felt a cold taste in the sword energy, and his Dao Foundation was trembling.

However, the hole created by the first sword energy had not yet been filled, and a second sword light, winding and crying, appeared in front of the Shaman general. It looked hesitant and reluctant, but in fact it was incredibly fast, shooting straight into the hole created by the first sword energy.

This sword light seemed to have gravitational force, pulling all the surrounding green gas toward it, and then annihilated silently. The sword light moved forward through the endless green gas, killing all the way to three feet in front of the Shaman general!

The Shaman general looked at the sword light close at hand, his whole body was cold, and he was frozen on the spot!

But at this time, the sword light flickered, and it gradually disappeared. It turned out that the sword light had exhausted all its strength, and it was only three feet away.

The sword light disappeared, and the Shaman general's body was still stiff. He had a premonition that there would be a third, or even a fourth sword energy, and he was already bound to die!

At this last moment, he suddenly understood that this was taking the head of a general from among ten thousand troops. In that person's hands, how easy was it?

However, there was no follow-up sword energy.

The Shaman general suddenly had a feeling of surviving a disaster and broke out in a cold sweat. The army formation's green gas slowly closed, sealing the passage created by the sword energy.

At this time, the two armies had already collided and began to fight. Once the battle started, both sides were shocked by the fierceness of the opponent's combat power.

For Little Wei Yuan's troops, the realm was their only home now, and all their relatives and lovers lived in the realm. What they stood on was the land of the end, and they couldn't retreat a single step. In terms of fierceness and fearlessness of death, they felt that there was no match in the world.

However, the Shaman army opposite them was the elite of the world, having fought against many famous iron cavalry of the Liao tribe in the Northern Frontier without falling behind, and had fought eight battles in ten days, still fighting to the death without retreating despite half casualties.

When two such troops collided, there was no trickery, only dull battles, fierce battles, and death battles!

The front row fell, the back row filled in; soldiers were exhausted, officers filled the line.

Both sides were wiped out team by team, the warriors had long been red-eyed, thinking of nothing in their minds, only the mechanical stabbing, cutting, drawing knives, stabbing, cutting, and drawing knives until they could no longer stand up.

Little Wei Yuan closed his eyes, forcing himself to count three breaths, and then his divine sense moved.

Clang, a bell sound rang through the battlefield!

Then there were several more bell sounds, and an indescribable feeling suddenly enveloped the battlefield. All human warriors instantly surged in momentum, and everyone turned into a killing machine, and the overall strength was actually a cut higher than the Shaman tribe opposite.

Moment of All Living Beings!

Little Wei Yuan had already spurred his horse, dragging a platinum tail flame, and killed toward the Shaman main formation again!

Xu Yi reacted the fastest, let out a scream, followed Little Wei Yuan and rushed out, and then the aristocratic teenagers and girls rushed out in a swarm, following Little Wei Yuan to charge the formation while roaring. Two hundred cavalry followed.

Little Wei Yuan's roar was like thunder, his long spear turned around, and the platinum light waterfall exploded in a ring shape, sweeping out a passage in the center of the blocking cavalry. Then Little Wei Yuan rushed through the gap and pointed his long spear at the Shaman general on the high platform!

Two hundred cavalry were like wind and electricity, following Little Wei Yuan through the gap. This thousand-man cavalry team, famous in the world, was just a decoration at this moment.

Little Wei Yuan's momentum had already been fully accumulated, but he suddenly looked back and found that everyone had followed him. He clearly remembered that he didn't give an order! At this time, there was no way back, Little Wei Yuan had to add a luck blessing to all two hundred cavalry behind him, and the sixteen young masters and ladies of the aristocratic family were two blessings.

Although adding luck was just a matter of an instant, Little Wei Yuan felt that his forward momentum had lost a breath, like the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and people escaped one. But being short of this point was sometimes unspeakably uncomfortable.

Little Wei Yuan vented his depression, pointed his long spear at the sky, and with a wild roar, actually roared a platinum thunderbolt from the clear sky!

The thunderbolt fell straight on the spear tip, and the long spear was filled with thunder fire, invincible!

Little Wei Yuan killed into the Shaman main formation again, this time he didn't intend to look back at all, just killed toward the high platform.

Countless Shaman warriors were also stimulated to blood, desperately blocking Little Wei Yuan, and if they couldn't stop him, they simply threw themselves up, and in the blink of an eye, the blood-colored war horse's four hooves were covered with Shaman warriors. Many Shaman tribes jumped high and flew toward Little Wei Yuan!

Little Wei Yuan's long spear was as fast as a phantom, and the blood-colored war horse was also kicking and biting, one man and one horse against countless Shaman warriors, moving against the current.

Little Wei Yuan walked slower and slower, but still moved forward.

The Shaman general on the high platform stared at Little Wei Yuan, his whole body hair standing up, not knowing whether it was fear or excitement. He suddenly looked up and saw a jade mountain appearing above his head at some point!

The jade mountain hung high, about to fall.

Another one taking the head of a general from among ten thousand troops? The Shaman general was shocked and angry, feeling that his general was unlucky today.

He finally felt cold, jumped off the high platform, and hid in the personal army.

Little Wei Yuan's spirit was lifted, with a violent shout, countless platinum lights erupted from the ground within dozens of feet around him, and some light pillars went straight up dozens of feet! All Shaman soldiers swept by the light pillars began to burn.

However, several hundred ignited Shaman warriors didn't even make a sound, still desperately besieging Little Wei Yuan.

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Little Wei Yuan paid tribute, so he dismounted, held the spear in one hand, waved the sword in the other, and ended his opponents move by move, climbing the high platform step by step.

When standing on the high platform, there was no enemy around Little Wei Yuan, only a road full of corpses.

Little Wei Yuan pushed over the human skin war drum and stepped on it!

At this moment, there was no one around.

Little Wei Yuan pointed his long spear at the sky. This time, a platinum light shot from the spear tip, straight into the sky, visible for a hundred miles! Another thunderbolt fell from the clear sky, igniting the long spear and Little Wei Yuan together.

Little Wei Yuan only felt endless thunder fire in his body with nowhere to vent, so he let out a long whistle, the sound moving the nine heavens, and then stood with the spear, saying word by word: "Little Wei Yuan of the Tianqing Hall is here, is there any Great Shaman who dares to fight me?!"

This sound was blessed by Qingming, spreading for hundreds of miles.

Little Wei Yuan waited for a while, but there was no response.

At this moment, Little Wei Yuan suddenly felt that although the world is big, there are actually not many heroes.

Many people are in high positions, but they are just born early and live long. If the white-headed old men and gray-bearded thieves were born in this day and age, they would have long been submerged in the crowd.

(End of chapter)