"Senior sister, we will open a way for you!"

Qiao Jiaxi and Long Tianxing, who merged into golden giants, said in unison, sitting on the chariot left by Shi Lei, and cooperating with the generals on the chariot, they were ready to fight out.

"Roar!"

In the battle group not far away, a familiar voice suddenly came out, attracting everyone's attention.

A pile of corpses in the army of ten thousand races.

boom!

It exploded suddenly, and a figure covered with barbs stood up, those wise little eyes were full of bright cold light, and cold light flickered on the body surface.

"Pingtou brother!"

"Didn't it die in battle?"

Mo Ying and the golden giant were surprised.

Ten Thousand Races Continent.

Yuexi Sword Master was also very surprised when he saw this scene. He looked at Ye Feng and said, "I just saw clearly that the flat-headed brother of your sect was beaten to death by a group. Why didn't he die?"

"It doesn't die easily."

Ye Feng said.

When the great battle broke out before, many spirit beasts were besieged and died. Brother Pingtou was also injured all over his body and fell to the ground, looking like he was dead.

However, its vitality is too tenacious!

After being in a coma for half an hour, he woke up unexpectedly.

Its incarnation can also absorb the power of people from all races and return to its peak state.

"Roar!"

Brother Pingtou stepped on the pile of corpses of the Wanzu tribe, standing on a high place, overlooking the living Wanzu tribe below, with a sneering arc on the corner of his mouth.

Boom boom boom!

It took heavy steps and killed the past again.

"kill!"

The golden giant also began to fight.

The chariots and generals left behind by Shi Lei rushed forward, crushing and killing many strong men.

Mo Ying followed closely behind.

With one stab of her sword, she could kill several people from all races, suppressing the opponent's living space.

All three are in peak form today.

These ten thousand clansmen are the strongest and quasi-sages. In a battle of the same rank, they are no match for Mo Ying, whose combat power is as high as the eighth star of the king. They were beheaded in a few rounds.

"what to do?"

"Our people are almost killed."

"What are you afraid of, continue to consume soul blood and create people belonging to our ten thousand races!"

The patriarchs of the Wanzu started discussing.

"let me."

The ancient coffin where the patriarch of the Demon Vine clan was in shook slightly, and another drop of soul blood flew out and landed on the ground, forming ten members of the Demon Vine clan whose cultivation base had reached the Quasi-Saint Level of Rank Four.

They are up to two meters high.

Body covered with barbs.

Hold a spear in each hand.

"It's going to be a tough fight!"

The golden giant roared, fighting three four-turn quasi-sages alone, the aura on his body became stronger and stronger, as if it could tear the world apart.

In another battle group.

Mo Ying fought six four-rank quasi-sages alone.

Brother Pingtou was hanged and beaten by the last four-turn quasi-sage, but relying on his own attributes of rough skin and thick flesh, he withstood the pressure and did not fall.

Chariots and generals are sweeping the battlefield.

Those ten thousand races that have not yet died were crushed and killed by it.

"Extreme fast sword!"

Mo Ying's combat power was at full strength, one person with one sword, and the effect of one person with a million swords was killed. Countless sharp sword qi slashed out, forcing the six four-turn quasi-sages in front of them to retreat.

However, this is not enough!

She attacked vigorously, and under the chaos of swords, she finally chopped the opponent into pieces and successfully solved the main strong enemy.

"Shenlong Fist!"

The golden giant roared, its arms were coiled by the golden real dragon, and it pierced with the spears of two of the four-turned quasi-sages of the magic vine tribe, blowing the head of the third opponent.

"Backstab!"

But I heard Mo Ying's voice.

The two four-turn quasi-sages of the Magic Vine clan who pierced the golden giant with their spears suddenly felt a tingling sensation in their scalp. They turned around quickly and found that they had been pierced by Mo Ying's sword.

Tear it!

Mo Ying slashed horizontally with all her strength, beheading the two four-turn quasi-sages, and stood quietly aside.

not far away.

Brother Pingtou is still fighting his opponent.

The two are equal, and neither can kill the other.

"That female disciple is named Mo Ying."

"This person is really strong!"

"Six fourth-rank quasi-sages were killed so quickly. Their combat power is truly terrifying."

Powerful people from all walks of life are eyeing Mo Ying.

In their view, if this female disciple survives, she will become a magnificent female sword saint in the future.

"kill!"

The golden giant pounced on the last four-turn quasi-sage, trying to kill him, but was pushed away by Brother Pingtou.

then.

Brother Pingtou fought with his opponent again.

"this!"

The corner of the golden giant's mouth twitched.

The powerful people from all walks of life were also confused.

Brother Pingtou didn't want to help?

Myriad Races Mountain.

Many patriarchs were angry.

"The patriarch of the Demon Vine Clan, why are your members of the Demon Vine Clan so weak? They are also quasi-sages, yet they were instantly killed by a weak woman."

"What is the system?"

The head of the hunting clan and others snorted coldly.

"Aren't you convinced?" The head of the Demon Vine Clan snorted coldly, "Why don't you each send a Quasi-Saint of Rank 4!"

"Pie is Pie!"

The head of the hunting tribe and others immediately brought together the source, and each gathered a clansman of the same clan, all of whom were four-turn quasi-sages.

Dozens of patriarchs correspond to dozens of four-turn quasi-sages.

They rushed out of the Ten Thousand Races Mountain, instantly blowing up the chariots and generals left behind by Shi Lei, and aggressively killed Mo Ying, the golden giant, and Brother Pingtou.

on the ground.

The war broke out again.

Mo Ying was besieged by more than twenty four-turn quasi-sages at the same time. Even though the sword was fast, she couldn't resist the opponent's fierce attack at all, and scars began to appear on her body.

Another warband.

Brother Pingtou was besieged by six four-turn quasi-sages, with scars all over his body, and one arm was torn off.

However, it does not admit defeat at all.

"Wow!"

Brother Pingtou bit the neck of a four-turn quasi-sage with his mouth, and he would not let go. His eyes were wide open, staring at his opponent, making the latter's hair stand on end.

They have never seen such a tenacious opponent!

"Cut it!"

The six four-turn quasi-sages broke out at their peak combat power, and in the end they cut Brother Pingtou into pieces and completely killed him.

The battle group farther away.

The golden giant fought against more than a dozen fourth-rank quasi-sages alone. Even though he was physically strong, he was defeated.

"Even if you die, you have to drag a few into the water!"

The golden giant roared, and punched the head of a four-turn quasi-sage, and his body began to swell and exploded.

Boom!

A terrible tide swept over.

The dozen or so fourth-rank quasi-sages around were killed or injured by the bombing, and their combat power was not at its peak.

Central battle group.

Moying is being besieged.

Her eyes were extremely indifferent.

"The way of the sword will live forever!"

Mo Ying suddenly turned into a ray of light and merged into the sword in his hand, causing the object to quickly transform into a snow-white lotus flower with dozens of petals in total.

next moment.

This lotus blossoms.

Every petal is a terrifying sword energy, beheading those dozens of four-turn quasi-sages, even if they were dead, Mo Ying also took away dozens of powerful enemies who fought with her.

Since then, the battle is over.

On the battlefield of the Ten Thousand Races Continent, corpses littered the field.

However, none of them were disciples or spirit beasts of Misty Sect. After they fell, they disappeared completely.

The wind howled.

The atmosphere at the scene was somewhat tragic.

"All dead?"

Powerful people from all walks of life sighed.

Some people have been crying for a long time.

They didn't know that the tens of thousands of disciples of Misty Sect who fought bravely just now were just incarnations!

"good."

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng raised his mouth slightly.

Tens of thousands of disciples, at the cost of annihilating the entire army, successfully beheaded batch after batch of people from the Wan clan, which in turn consumed a lot of resources of the patriarch of the Wan clan.

Dozens of high-ranking members of the Ten Thousand Clans who had turned four to the quasi-sage level were beheaded.

"good?"

The Yuexi Juggernaut on the side wanted to cry.

Tens of thousands of disciples of the Misty Sect died like this, and Ye Feng was not sad at all, but very happy.

This... is this still a human?

Not only her, but also powerful people from all walks of life looked at Ye Feng, feeling that he was too indifferent, and felt very incomprehensible.

…

Misty Sect, the gate of conquest.

"hiss!"

Shi Lei's primordial spirit returned to his body, he felt countless pains, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

The other disciples also let out screams like killing pigs.

After half a quarter of an hour.

All the people came back to their senses, and hurriedly crossed their knees on the ground, comprehending the battle just now, feeling that their experience has been enriched, and their understanding of some supernatural powers and spells has become more thorough.

"Ha ha!"

"What a lunatic draw sword!"

"Wonderful!"

Huo Yunjie carried a long sword on his back, his eyes were sharp, and he looked at the people around him, "Junior brothers and sisters, have you recovered? If you feel that you are in good condition, continue to fight!"

"good!"

Everyone nodded~lightnovelpub.net~ They absorbed the aura of heaven and earth from Misty Sect, quickly replenished themselves, and returned to their peak state again.

Then, his own energy was drained by the gate of war.

Their consciousness gradually fell asleep.

…

Ten Thousand Races Continent.

"Ye Feng, you are the only one left in your entire sect. Isn't it nice to feel alone?"

The head of the hunting tribe laughed.

"Who said that our Misty Sect has only the head left?"

An indifferent voice suddenly sounded, instantly attracting the attention of the audience.

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