Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

Seeing this scene, someone in Chengguan suddenly became excited, "High-level! It's a high-level mage!"

The knowledgeable person shook his head and sighed, "What's the use of high-level ones? These are all warriors! There are more than five hundred of them! I've also seen high-level beasts summoned. It's amazing that there are hundreds of them. How many of them are there?" He is only thirty or forty years old. This mage is still young. How high can he be in the summoning system?"

"Yes, even a herd of seventy or eighty summoned beasts is still a drop in the bucket compared to the five hundred mountain men below." Someone agreed.

Seeing this scene, the horse-faced military commander also shook his head and sighed, "If this young man is also inside the pass, maybe we can rush out with him, but what role can he play outside the pass? A mayfly shakes a tree. Come here, Inform the communication team and seize the opportunity to quickly escape the siege and take advantage of the chaos. We can die, but Fancheng cannot lose anything!"

"Yes!"

Bai Mo doesn't care what the people on the mountain say about him. If Star Soul Summoning is compared to a martial art, he can be considered a master now. The beasts he summons now are at a minimum of a general.

It just so happened that the mountain men in front of him were also generals. Although they were more numerous than his herd, they still had the little leader Fengling.

The hardness of this whetstone can only be said to be just right.

Bai Mo likes it just right.

A wanton smile bloomed on his face, and the stars in the summoned galaxy shone brightly. Magic energy surged into unknown time and space, and the sacred and solemn magic sound echoed throughout the mountain peak.

"Summon of Beasts - Blue Lion Attack!"

In an instant, the entire mountain peak was shaken. The huge and majestic beast stood proudly in front of the tall and wide summoning gate. As the first wave of strong and mighty purple-eyed green lions rushed out of the summoning gate, a green flood Start roaring.

Roar! Hoho! !

The roars of lions, like the roar of an overlord, shook the mountains and fields. More than 300 five-meter-tall majestic green lions followed the instructions and leadership of the wind spirit, like a dragon of wind sweeping up, carrying a mighty force. The powerful force rushed towards the mountain people surrounding Yanguan on the mountain.

Even if the lions are not good at running into the mountains, even if they attack from the bottom up, that one is almost half the height of the mountain man. The spirit of overthrowing a thousand armies seemed to be able to kill these mountain men.

"Woo!" Feng Ling commanded, and first released a long, narrow and sharp wind blade, cutting towards the mountain men who were waiting for them.

And behind it, a group of purple-eyed blue lions that can surround the entire mountain peak, and in those pairs of strange purple eyes, there are also lightning spears flying!

Organized into a terrifying formation of thunder spears, following the wind blades issued by the wind spirit, they directly smashed a large row of mountain men in front.

Little did the mountain people know that these seemingly powerful and terrifying lions could attack from a distance, so they were caught off guard as they originally wanted to wait for work.

When they wanted to take advantage of the favorable location and collide with the green violent current, the green violent current had already hit them hard.

The body of the mountain man, which is more than two meters tall and even some can reach three meters, is not considered strong in the eyes of a group of purple-eyed green lions. The palms of the giant bears with huge strength are also slightly smaller than the palms of the purple-eyed green lions. .

Even though they are evenly matched with the Purple Eyes Blue Lion in terms of strength, they are not fast and can easily be eliminated by the Purple Eyes Blue Lion.

But when the mountain people tried to use their wisdom to cooperate with each other to kill these lions, they found that these lions were also masters of group hunting, and their cooperation with each other made it even more difficult for them to support themselves.

However, the mountain people are not easy to mess with. The only thing they cannot compare with the purple-eyed green lions is their size and speed, but their number is much greater than these lions.

Although they were constantly injured or even killed by these purple-eyed green lions, their sharp claws like giant bears and fangs like wild boars did not fail to tear off the lion's legs and heads, and pierce the lion's hands and belly.

But in general, the purple-eyed green lion still had the upper hand, because the existence of the leader Fengling directly killed them like chopping melons and vegetables. A majestic wind sword falling down can destroy and injure a group of mountain people.

The leader of this group of mountain people, Bronze Yashanman, hid his body low among the group of mountain people, looking through the gaps in the war to size up Bai Mo's position.

He knew that these powerful lions were summoned by the human mage, and the leader who made him feel threatened.

He doesn't need to trouble the leader and the lions. He only needs to deal with the mage, and he can solve the problem once and for all.

The Bronze Yashanman moved slowly to prevent being discovered by the humans on the city wall. Gradually, he moved to a perfect position from where he could pounce down and tear the human into pieces!

The people on the city tower, whose faces were gradually filled with joy, saw a black figure leaping toward the front among the chaotic mountain men below, on the edge of a steep slope.

The body, which was far stronger and taller than the average mountain man, seemed to be able to directly smash into the city wall, and a pair of giant bear claws spread out like wings.

On the ferocious head, a pair of upward-facing bronze fangs glowed with cruel brilliance under the sunlight. The entire bronze-toothed mountain man was like a swooping tiger, and the white ink falling toward the foot of the mountain was like a shooting star. Like falling.

"careful!"

The horse-faced military commander instantly recognized the identity of this mountain man. He was a leader, but the summoning mage was not protected by summoned beasts. If he was hit directly, they would have no hope of getting through!

Bai Mo glanced at the sky. Ever since he discovered this unusual mountain man using sonic detection, he had been paying close attention to it.

Now it seems that he is indeed a commander-level Bronze Yashanman.

"Seek death!"

Bai Mo snorted coldly. Since he started hunting monsters, he has rarely encountered such an easy moving target.

With a flick of his hand, a silver spear appeared directly. With a wave of Bai Mo's backhand, it turned into a ten-meter-long silver dragon that soared into the sky and crashed towards the falling mountain man with terrifying penetrating power.

Shanren didn't expect Bai Mo to have such a hand. Feeling the sharp aura on the silver spear, he only had time to block a pair of giant hands in front of him in a hurry.

There was a muffled sound, and the silver dragon directly hit his palm.

Severe pain came from his palms, and the sharp spearhead penetrated the two overlapping giant palms, and the powerful force directly brought his palms to hit his head.

The bronze tooth mountain man lowered his head, and the fangs with a strong metallic luster were directly pressed against the tip of the spear that was still going forward.

When blocking the advancing silver spear, the strong fangs were suddenly broken in half, and the head was raised involuntarily.

The silver gun turned into a silver hairpin, fell powerlessly, and was recalled by Bai Mo.

"beer!!!!!"

The Bronze Yashanman let out an angry roar, wanting even more to tear the human below to pieces so that it could taste the pain.

However, just when he wanted to lower his weight and accelerate his fall, he saw that the wind spirit that was still killing those ordinary mountain men had appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the wind spirit had transformed into a woman whose beauty could not be seen clearly, and a radius of 100 meters was shrouded in the constantly floating wind. The Bronze Yashan Man was even more supported by countless winds, unable to sink, and had nowhere to put his strength.