On any battlefield, it is rare to see dozens of cultivators charging at the same time.

At this time, the figures of these dozens of cultivators dragged out the remnants of the Dao Dao, as if there were hundreds of cultivators rushing in the air, and in front of their figures were countless blood and cold gold and iron light mixed together, reflected in the pupils of people's eyes, there was an extremely poignant feeling.

This feeling had a great oppressive force for Guan Longhe's Chinese army, and the surrounding arrow army had been shot in shock by the arrow army protected by the white bone army's light armor army before, and the magic circle sacrificed by the shaman-like old man at this time made them even more frightened, and they couldn't play any role in intercepting these cultivators at all.

The target of these dozens of cultivators was the chariots in which the shaman-like old man was located.

These chariots were completely exposed to the killing intent of these dozens of cultivators.

Looking at the dozens of cultivators rushing at the same time at an extremely fast speed, the armor of the man in light armor in front of the shaman-looking old man suddenly lit up with dazzling thunder.

Small but dazzling rays of lightning surged up from the light armor and swam across his body.

At the same time, there was a sudden thunderclap in the sky, and each time before the thunder sounded, a real lightning bolt shot down from the sky!

These thunderbolts were chasing the figures of those cultivators strangely, and almost every lightning bolt shot down could accurately hit a cultivator in the midst of a rush!

In an instant, the more than ten cultivators who rushed to the front were all hit and fell to the ground like meteorites.

At the same time, the shaman-like old man behind him stretched out his hands to the front.

His hands were dry and wrinkled, much like twigs that had been dried for years.

It's just that his hands emitted a very mysterious blood-red flame, and several wonderful blood-red halos were even formed outside his hands.

A strange scale came out of his mouth.

This unique chant seems to be indistinguishable from the chant that the wandering shamans usually use to heal the sick or summon the gods, and it is full of primitive flavor. However, in the midst of his chanting, the wonderful blood-red aura beyond his hands made a connection with the more vitality of the land.

The armor of the lightly armored cavalry and the heavy armored cavalry sergeants who had fallen to the ground had been colliding with each other before, but now there was a piercing grinding sound.

There is an invisible, but real force, that constantly squeezes and rubs these sergeants who have fallen together and are difficult to get up.

The moment the shrill sound of metal grinding sounded, the sound of bones and organs shattering also sounded in the bodies of these sergeants.

Sticky blood flowed silently from their armor.

The reason for the silence was that they were killed in an instant, and all their voices were cut off.

But the power that killed them did not stop or disappear.

The shaman-like old man's chant continued, and the blood flowing from their armor continued to pour towards the Northern Wei army in the rear, and the first was the most elite army of the White Bone Army, whose faces were all painted white!

The blood color was quickly imprinted on the face of this white bone army, and at the moment when the power of the magic circle was transferred to the front of this white bone army, and it was about to erupt, at the tail end of this white bone army, a rider suddenly let out a loud shout.

This rider didn't seem to be any different from the rest of the White Bone Army sergeants, and his face was also coated with thick white bone powder, which had a cruel and perverted taste, but with his loud shout, the True Yuan in his body burst out wildly, and the thick dust on his face, and even the dust in his armor, all exploded outward!

A golden light flew out of his hand.

This golden light was a square array disk, and there were several beads of different colors, but they were all very dark in color.

Bang.

A mountain-like vitality fell from the sky, like a real invisible giant mountain slamming into the ground in front of it, and the majestic force pressed the soil down, squeezing out all the blood and muddy water in the soil.

There was a click.

The war horse under this rider could not withstand the pressure of the rider's body at all, and the whole horse body was strangely sunken downward, and all the bones in its body were shattered, but at the same time, an inexplicable impact force also threw the rider backwards and upwards.

Boom!

At the same time, on the chariot pulled by two giant bears, the entire body of the shaman-like old man who was chanting seemed to be suddenly an inch shorter, and his body and the chariot made a dull crashing sound.

There was a red stain of blood in the wrinkles on his face.

The rider hadn't landed yet, coughing up blood as he fell in the air.

Dozens of sergeants in the rear rushed towards him.

At this time, everyone behind him also discovered that he was one of the commanders of the White Bone Army, and Xiao Donghuang, the only one in the Northern Wei Army who could be named the Great Array Division at this time.

The man in the chariot with light armor wrapped in thunder was unmoved.

Although he felt that the old formation master behind him had suffered a heavy blow at the moment when he was broken by the other party, he also guessed that the other party was Xiao Donghuang, and in his perception, he also knew that Xiao Donghuang had paid a greater price.

The old formation master behind him could barely fight, but Xiao Donghuang should no longer be able to.

Therefore, he was still ruthlessly harvesting the lives of those cultivators whose realm was far inferior to his.

However, at this moment, the man's pupils suddenly contracted sharply.

Not far in front of his chariot, a scorched, "dead" cultivator who had been scorched down by a lightning bolt from him suddenly ejected.

His chariot was pulled by two giant bears that he had tamed, but this cultivator who suddenly ejected from his body was more like a crazy violent bear with the aura that suddenly rippled out from his body at this time.

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, his sea of qi lit up, and several dazzling thunderbolts burst out with a strong natal aura, like a spear condensed by thunder and lightning stabbing fiercely at this cultivator who was coming across the air.

There was a strange crackling sound.

The man's breathing suddenly stopped, he couldn't believe that his strength couldn't stop this cultivator who was as crazy as a violent bear, the light armor on his body seemed to be intact, but within the light armor, the flesh and blood in his sea of qi were cracked, and the open blood mouth continued to expand, and he could feel that his internal organs were about to be squeezed out of the blood mouth.

In this moment of lightning, his eyes were not as good as perception, and he couldn't see the face of this cultivator who pretended to be dead and suddenly burst into attack, but he saw the other party's eyes full of madness.

"Yang Lu!"

The man's name instantly popped into his mind.

The shaman-like old man's face behind him was purple, and he couldn't breathe, but he knew very well that it was time to really fight for his life, so his hands like dry branches still stretched out towards Yang Yan.

His body also swayed violently, as if he could fall down at any moment.

But his fingertips were filled with a terrifying aura, burning with a strange green glow.

Although he was seriously injured, the timing of his shot was extremely accurate, and this was the moment when Yang Yi could not stop him from making a move.

However, these people he faced were the most brave and decisive cultivators in the army, and Yang Luo was not the only one hiding his secrets at this time, at the moment when his fingertips had just bloomed with a strange green light, two flying swords suddenly swept in, and with an aura that didn't want to turn back at all, they slashed fiercely on the ten fingers of his hands.

At the same time, the two swordsmen who used flying swords, who were originally the best at long-range attacks, had already seen their entire bodies in the air, and they directly used their bodies as two shields, blocking the left and right sides of Yang Lu!

The ten fingers of the shaman-looking old man's hands were instantly cut off by the fierce sword light, and they fell like severed turnips.

Rumble!

Yang Lu's fist slammed into the lightly armored man in front of him, arching his man's body backwards, and then slamming into the shaman-like old man behind him.

The body of the man in light armor still flew backwards, and his body was not significantly deformed, but the shaman-like old man behind him could not withstand this kind of power, and his body instantly turned into a fragmented stump.

Yang Luo knew that this man in light armor could not live anymore, he killed this powerful cultivator, killed the most terrible Great Formation Division for the army's positional battle, but he did not have any pride in his heart at this time, he used the secret medicine of the Northern Wei Palace to suppress his true vitality fluctuations and forcibly stimulate his potential, so that one blow could be effective.

But then, he really didn't have the strength to fight again.

If nothing else, the area around these carriages may be where he ends.