The Strongest Simulator In the Sky

"The warriors of the holy mountain, for the glory of the holy mountain, charge with me..."

Kurtut looked coldly at Ling Tian who was coming fast in the distance, bundled up the animal skin, let out a violent roar, and then rushed out like a tank.

Shamans specialize in body training. This Kurtut was the divine envoy of the holy mountain of shamanism during this period, and his cultivation was the best of the whole shamanism. His momentum was indeed terrifying when he charged at this time.

Coupled with the ordinary shamans who followed Kurtut's charge, at this moment, it was as shocking as the flooding of the Yellow River and the tsunami.

When they ran, they could clearly feel the earth shaking, as if they were not running a group of people, but a group of Tyrannosaurus rex.

Behind him, Batumonk looked at a group of charging shamans with satisfaction. For more than two hundred years, the power of the shamans has never recovered to its heyday.

In fact, if any sect is killed and almost wiped out, there will be a lot of exercises that are lost, and shamanism is no exception.

For more than two hundred years, shamanism is more about restoring lost exercises, and thinking of ways to deal with it based on the power that Taoism showed in those years.

However, no matter what, the power of the current shamanism has indeed become strong again, strong enough to help Batumengke suppress the entire grassland.

Batumengk also believed that with Kurtut's power, Ling Tian could definitely be destroyed.

Above and below the city wall, Yang Tinghe and many officials of the Ming Dynasty, along with Batumengke, watched Kurtut and many shaman charge towards Ling Tian.

Outside the capital, on the vast plain, Kurt and many shamans finally collided with Ling Tian.

Just like a group of armored chariots slammed hard, and like a group of violent tyrannosaurs slammed hard, suddenly, the sky filled with dust and smoke.

In the dusty sky, many shamans began to disperse quickly following Kurtut's command, as if the oldest hunting on the prairie was generally encircling Ling Tian.

Shaman, specializing in the body, at the moment, he doesn't have too many skills, only the purest rage.

Ling Tian, ​​who was surrounded by these shamans, was like a prey surrounded by countless beasts, and it seemed that he had nowhere to escape.

Being forced into a desperate situation, Ling Tian seemed to have no choice but to do his best, waving his arms to greet the shamans.

Fight for pure power with the shaman.

Above and below the city walls, not only people who know the true meaning of shaman's power, even those who saw Kurtut charging with shaman just now couldn't help but smile or couldn't bear it.

Yang Tinghe, those officials, Batumengke, etc. were glad that Ling Tian was going to lose, while the defenders on the city wall couldn't bear the death of the reinforcements sent by Zhu Houzhao.

At this moment, no one obviously thinks that Ling Tian is still alive.

However, just when everyone thought Ling Tian was sure to die, suddenly, a shaman facing Ling Tian was kicked out by Ling Tian.

"This is impossible…"

Unbelievable shouts roared from the mouths of countless people below and below the city wall.

On the plain, Kurtut's eyes were dull for a moment. As the leader of the shaman of the Holy Mountain during this period, Kurtut really couldn't accept that the shaman's accumulation of more than two hundred years was just this end.

"For the glory of the holy mountain, fight to the death..."

A furious roar roared out of Kurtut's mouth, and a crazy look flashed in the eyes of the shaman head of the holy mountain. He really couldn't accept the ending of the shaman's failure again.

The attacks of many shamans became even more frantic. Following Kurtut's roar, a group of shamans quickly gathered and rushed towards Ling Tian like a desperate beast.

Under the madness, the attacks of these shamans became extremely tyrannical, completely disregarding their own life and death.

Tyrannical, crazy, cruel, bloodthirsty...

Even if the people watching the group of shamans from the far away city walls couldn't help but feel a creepy feeling.

However, this creepy feeling has not dissipated, and suddenly, another shaman flew out.

Among the group of shamans, Ling Tian was even more mad than the mad shaman. He was equally tyrannical, without any defense, and purely attacked with attack.

However, Ling Tian felt nothing when the shaman came to attack him. He fought back. As long as he hit, the shaman would fly out.

From the looks of it, it seems that Ling Tiantian is a shaman who specializes in body cultivation, while the group of shamans are martial artists who play tricks.

In a short period of time, a group of shamans surrounding Ling Tian had already flown out, but Kurtut insisted on changing a few tricks with Ling Tian and remained in place.

"This is impossible…"

The almost sluggish words kept spitting out of Kurtut's mouth, his fists were swiftly swung, and he frantically thumped towards Ling Tian.

At this time, Kurtut was not so much fighting, but stubbornly refusing to fall because he was unwilling.

However, when Kurtut was the only shaman left, there was no threat to Ling Tian.

The figure swayed slightly, Ling Tian suddenly disappeared in front of Kurtut, and suddenly lost his target. Kurtut, who was already a little sluggish, looked even more stunned.

Immediately afterwards, as if feeling something, Kurtut turned back sharply.

However, the figure moved, and suddenly, the offensive like a violent storm has swept around Kurtut frantically. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Compared with physical strength, Ling Tian is better than most shamans, but he may not be able to beat Kurtut, but compared with speed, Ling Tian can already claim to be unparalleled in the world.

One punch, ten punches, one hundred punches...

No one could count how many punches Ling Tian had punched in an instant, but he could only see Kurtut trembling and slowly turning into a cloud of blood-red smoke.

Looking from a distance, Kurtut seemed to have been blown up by Ling Tian.

horror, horror...

No one could explain how he felt right now. From Yang Tinghe to Batumengke, from the officials of Daming to the Tatar cavalry, everyone trembled slightly.

The city wall instantly fell silent.

"Long live, long live..."

I don't know how long it took, but finally, the defenders on the city wall began to cheer excitedly.

At this moment, only these ordinary soldiers who didn't have too many thoughts and stood on the side of Ling Tiantian were able to recover.

With the cheers of these ordinary soldiers, the eyes of Yang Tinghe and others began to fluctuate. They are all the most honorable people in Daming. No one is willing to accept failure, let alone Lixindi's failure. The price of failure is death, or even death. Kill the nine tribes.

At this moment, Yang Tinghe was thinking about how to deal with Ling Tian, ​​whether there was a chance to deal with it, or whether he should escape, while the other officials were thinking about whether they could deal with it, or whether they should sell Yang Tinghe and return to the embrace of Emperor Zhengde.

On the plain, Ling Tian didn't think so much. After destroying the shaman, Ling Tian stepped forward and ran towards Batumengke's position again.

His mission this time is to destroy Batumengke first, then Yang Tinghe and the Manchu civil and military.