All the saints lost their minds and rushed forward, trying to break through the defense line of hundreds of people.
When the saint who was rushing in front approached hundreds of opponents, these hundreds of people instantly separated from the formation, and all the spiritual energy gathered together, bursting out at the same time, and the ancient soldiers in their hands waved at the same time, a terrifying force Melting together, they instantly destroyed those people.
Boom boom!
The terrifying power of the attack seemed to explode the whole world.
The saints who rushed over were also exploding with the strongest fighting power, trying to force their way through. However, when they came into contact with the opponent's power, they instantly realized that their own strength was incomparable to others.
Their strength was scattered, and they were soon overwhelmed by the power of the opponent's attack.
These saints didn't even have time to scream, they were killed on the spot, and they didn't even have a chance to leave here.
After these aborigines took action forcefully and killed hundreds of saints, they immediately poured cold water on the other saints who had not yet launched an attack.
These hundreds of people dare to challenge so many saints, which means they have enough confidence.
"Vulnerable!" The middle-aged man who took the lead said coldly.
It's not that simple for these aborigines to become the strongest creatures here.
"Amitabha, please stop being impulsive. We are powerful in numbers, so we should unite together and break through." Putoro from Tianli said quietly.
Putoro is a Buddhist saint, possessing the power of a peak saint. His whole body is shining with gold, exuding a vast Buddhist aura that others cannot look directly at. He is holding a golden bowl and a magic wand, and there are silk threads on the Buddha's clothes. The blood stains are the blood of other creatures.
He was very appealing, and as soon as his voice fell, many people immediately responded to his words.
Now, only unity can break through successfully.
A delicate voice rang out: "Don't listen to this monk, he just wants to break out of the encirclement for himself and let everyone be a stepping stone."
After a pause, she added: "There are so few of them. Let's divide our troops into several groups. Let's see how they can resist our entry into the city."
This was said by an ordinary-looking woman. No one knew her identity, but the strength she showed was extraordinary. She might be the legendary Tu Yanyan, who ranked third.
Tu Yanyan was a beautiful woman with a reputation far and wide, and she looked so ordinary that it was hard to imagine that she was her.
Someone echoed: "There are many of us, so we divide into three teams and attack from the left, middle and right together. It will be more realistic to defeat them."
"Yes, we have such a big advantage, there is no reason why we can't get through." Another person said.
It's a pity that no matter how they yell, it's not as powerful as the aborigines' words: "You can only keep 10,000 people. If more people enter the city, they will all be wiped out. You should think carefully about it."
The saints were silent for a moment.
They still have so many people left, and some of them will definitely have to be eliminated.
Just when everyone didn't know how to choose, the middle-aged man spoke again: "You can also compete with the warriors of our clan. Whoever defeats them at the same level can also get the opportunity to enter the city, and there is no limit to the number of people. , as long as you have such ability."
At this time, all the saints had lost their excitement. If this was the case, there seemed to be hope of entering the city.
The other party gave two plans, one was to join forces to break through the level, with no limit on how many people, and the other was to go through the level alone, one-on-one, which was relatively fair.
The first plan is actually the most reliable, but the saints present are not of the same mind, and they are also suspicious of each other. It is difficult to form an effective joint attack formation, and the opponent obviously has the help of the battle formation and strong blood power. Support, combined together can defeat thousands of troops.
As a result, some people began to choose the second option. It should be said that the vast majority wanted to choose the second option, which is fairer.
They are all saints who have chosen people from thousands of miles away, and their fighting ability is naturally good. All of them have basically reached the top level of saints, and few are below the top level.
When they reach this level, they are extremely confident and will not be afraid of anyone in a one-on-one fight.
"I, Tan Xiong, am here to challenge you." A middle-aged man riding a wolf came out and shouted.
The origin of this Tan Xiong is not simple. He is a supreme protector who belongs to a first-class force. He has been famous for many years and his strength is quite amazing. He has reached the eleventh level star pattern realm and is just one step away from the twelfth level star pattern realm.
The leader of the other side glanced at Tan Xiong and said loudly: "Jiang Tu, come and fight him."
"It's the commander." A man who looked to be in his early thirties came out and responded.
This man's physique is as strong as other aboriginals. He has a war weapon tied around his waist and exudes a strong blood energy, just like a humanoid dragon, which is eye-catching.
"Come on!" Jiang Tu said with a naive smile.
Tan Xiong glanced at Jiang Tu, but he couldn't tell what level he was in. Anyway, as long as he wasn't a god-level expert, he didn't have any fear.
"What if I accidentally kill you?" Tan Xiong asked his concerns.
Before Jiang Tu could answer, the leader had already answered for him: "If he dies, you can enter the city and you won't be retaliated against."
"As long as your words are enough." Tan Xiong sneered, and then suddenly took action against Jiang Tu.
Tan Xiong took action very quickly, and the timing was perfect. Before Jiang Tu could make any preparations, his feet were already heading toward Jiang Tu's door.
Tan legs.
This is his own kick method, which is most suitable for his combat attack. This kick can blow Jiang Tu's head.
His eleventh-level star pattern realm strength is enough to reach the sky in half a step.
Without this strength, he wouldn't be able to survive until now.
After the consumption of the battle just now, he has recovered 80% of his combat strength. It must not be too difficult to win against someone.
Unfortunately, he took it too seriously.
His legs did not fall on Jiang Tu's face. Jiang Tu stretched out his palms like lightning, grabbed Tan Xiong's feet, and shouted: "Explode!"
The next moment, he slammed Tan Xiong onto the ground.
boom!
Jiang Tu's power was so overbearing that he smashed a deep pit into the ground on the spot, while Tan Xiong was stunned.
Before Tan Xiong could come to his senses, Jiang Tu grabbed his foot and continued to smash it down, like a hammer, causing continuous explosions on the ground and billowing dust.
All the saints couldn't bear to look at it.
The other party was too rude.
After a while, Jiang Xiong pulled Tan Xiong up, looked at Tan Xiong who had completely transformed, scratched the back of his head and said to himself: "This... this is so unbearable, why did he die?"
After saying that, he gently threw Tan Xiong's body towards Tan Xiong's mount.
The green wolf monster screamed, turned around and ran away.
It is also afraid that it will die if it is hit a few times in turn.
At this time, the saints were shocked, and they were able to see the super strength of these aborigines.
If someone dares to call for a duel, he is really confident.
Jiang Ya, the leader of the aboriginal people, said expressionlessly: "You can go out with multiple people at the same time. We have enough warriors here to challenge you one on one, so don't waste time."
This time, the saints were in trouble again.
It is obvious that these aboriginal people are very powerful. Without any strength, they are just going to die.
"I'm here to meet you big guys!" A young voice sounded, and a young figure rushed over and shouted.
This young figure was accompanied by several powerful demon-tailed creatures, all of which had reached the god-level realm.
"Xietian!" Yang Wu shouted excitedly after seeing the child.
He wanted to rush over and catch Xie Tian, but after hesitating for a while he still didn't do it. He was afraid that others would find out about Xie Tian's relationship with him and secretly attack Xie Tian.
At present, Xie Tian still doesn't accept the fact that he is his son. If he can bring Xie Tian back to the Yang family, whoever dares to hurt him will have his entire family slaughtered.
"I want to pass the test too." Yang Zaisheng couldn't bear that Xie Tian could pass the test faster than him, so he rushed out quickly.
The identity of these two children has already spread to the ears of the saints. They are powerful and perverted, and they also have the ability to control monsters and beasts. They are definitely born saints.
Yang Zaisheng is not protected by god-level beings like Xie Tian. He is just someone who challenges the other party. It doesn't matter whether he has a follower or not.
Xie Tian glanced at Yang Zaisheng and said, "Little brat, you can't do it."
"You can't do it, and your whole family can't do it." Yang Zaisheng responded.
Yang Wu's face turned completely black instantly.
Yang Zaisheng was scolding him.
"You two can go directly to the city, no need to compete." Jiang Ya announced after taking a look at Xie Tian and Yang Zaisheng.
Xie Tian and Yang Zaisheng were both stunned.
They couldn't figure out what Jiang Ya meant.
The same goes for everyone else, is there any special treatment
"You are a born demon and a born divine fetus. You have the strongest bloodline in our human race. You should be taken care of. Go in." Jiang Ya explained the confusion for the saints.
It has to be said that Jiang Ya's eyesight is really strong, and he can directly see that these two people have extraordinary physiques.
"That's not fair. How can a little brat with no hair at all be qualified to become a Martial Saint?" someone said unconvinced.
"I have the final say here. If you don't accept it, come here." Jiang Ya shouted.
The man really plundered out, and someone from the aboriginal side plundered out to compete with him.
"You savages, do you really think it's amazing? Today I will let you see what the power of a saint is." This man was very confident, roaring up to the sky, and hitting the opponent with his mace.
Six-turn spin shot.
This is a top-level holy skill, coupled with a top-level holy weapon. Under full bombardment, the power of the explosion is quite strong.
His realm is actually one level lower than Tan Xiong's. He is only at the tenth level of star pattern realm, but his explosive power is no less powerful than Tan Xiong's.
The one who came out from the other side had no trace of ferocity: "Swear us, kill us!"
Holding his hand at his waist, he pulled out a rough axe-man and slashed it out quickly.
The ax flashed and the head fell to the ground.
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