Chapter 1247

In the starry sky.

On the eve of the moon, the sword saint's face became more and more worried.

Whoosh!

She skimmed over the void and came to Ye Feng. Looking around, she found that the disciples of the ethereal sect were very strong, the weakest were the Linghai realm, and the slightly stronger were the broken void realm and the Shenyuan realm.

Stronger, even into the quasi saint.

Such a door is terrible.

It would be bad to lose in this war.

"Don't worry!"

Ye Feng took the lead in opening his mouth, which made the sword saint's mouth move on lunar Eve. After all, he couldn't make a sound.

"Disciples, there will be no casualties."

Ye Feng added.

No casualties?

On the eve of the moon, the sword Saint stood beside Ye Feng, thinking about this sentence, frowned slightly, and his eyes were curious.

Ten thousand sacred mountains.

The head of the hunting clan was stunned.

"Ha ha, ha ha ha!"

"Ye Feng, have you brought all the disciples of the ethereal sect? Well, it seems that you will soon be alone. It's really happy!"

The ancient coffins of the heads of the crazy axe family and the duantian family also shook.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two drops of blood flew out and landed on the ground.

Soon.

Thousands of people with huge axes and thousands of people with machetes appeared.

They looked at Mo Ying and others and licked their lips.

"Children!"

"Kill!"

The head of the hunting clan gives orders.

"Kill!"

More than 10000 people from hunting clan, crazy axe clan and duantian clan rushed over, waving weapons.

"Junior brothers and sisters, kill!"

Shi Lei ordered loudly.

Then he rushed up first.

"God's fist is immortal, war!"

Qiao Jiaxi clenched his fists and roared. His momentum soared wildly. He turned into dazzling gold. His long golden hair reached his ankles, and his muscles bulged.

"Real dragon form!"

Long Tianxing was not idle. He directly turned into a silver real dragon about ten meters long and went hand in hand with Qiao Jiaxi.

"Wait for me!"

Wang Ping'an also rushed out.

He raised his hands, burning hot flames all over, and "drank soup" with Qiao Jiaxi and long Tianxing.

"I'll clean up first!"

Huo Yunjie took the lead, rushed in front of Shi Lei, grasped the long sword with both hands, gathered all his momentum, roared and pulled it out.

Tear it!

A half moon shaped sword was cut out.

The world is illuminated.

"Get out of the way!"

Hunters roar.

But the sword is too fast!

Even though many people took off suddenly, they were cut off by this sword parallel to the ground and one meter high from the ground, and thousands of ethnic people collapsed in an instant.

"Good job!"

Practitioners from all walks of life were greatly excited.

They all praised and admired Huo Yunjie's amazing sword.

Especially sword repair, more excited.

"Sword drawing, this is sword drawing!"

"Who is this person?"

"His sword drawing skill is already perfect. If I can, I will worship him as a teacher."

Practitioners from all walks of life talked about it one after another.

Wanzu mainland.

Huo Yunjie tried his best to use this move. After drawing the sword, he almost couldn't stand stably and was held by Lin Yuyan and Ding Baixue.

"I'll add it to you!"

Yan Ruyu came and pressed Huo Yunjie's back with both hands, pouring the source of life into it and turning it into energy.

Not long.

Huo Yunjie returned to the peak again.

The front.

The ink warbler has become the first echelon.

"Ultimate fast sword!"

She fought six hunting families, Eight Crazy axe families and seven duantian families alone, and instantly stabbed a dense shadow of the sword to break the hands and feet of these quasi Saint level strong people.

Then, ten thousand swords split.

These quasi saints were killed.

"It's the ultimate fast sword!"

"Isn't that the inheritance of jiannanyi of our sect? It was learned by the female disciple of the ethereal sect?"

Nantian jianzongli.

Seeing the sword cut by Moying, many old people all recalled the once unparalleled Tianjiao of the South Tianjian sect.

"Good!"

On the eve of the moon, the sword Saint saw that Mo Ying used the extreme fast sword inherited from Jiannan I, and his eyes were moved to tears.

There is no boundary.

Jiannan felt it with all his heart and looked at the sky.

"What a familiar smell!"

"Is the ink warbler using the sword?"

Jiannan whispered.

In the bamboo forest.

The nihilistic beast lay on the stone, scratched his itchy fat stomach with his hind legs, yawned, waved his right front paw and opened a light curtain in the sky.

In the picture.

It is the ten thousand nation continent.

"It's really an ink warbler!"

"Eh, the sword saint is also there on lunar Eve."

"And leader Ye."

Jiannan looked up at what happened in the light curtain. He saw that tens of thousands of disciples of the ethereal sect were fighting with more than 10000 people of the three ethnic groups of crazy axe, duantian and hunting.

On the battlefield.

The ink warbler was besieged by countless strong men with one enemy.

However, she was stunned, relying on the extreme fast sword to block the other party's attack, took the opportunity to fight back and hurt the other party.

"Painting is a prison!"

Shi Lei finally shot.

He took Ma Liang's pen and drew squares on the ground, trapping thousands of ethnic groups.

"Besiege them!"

The disciples of the ethereal sect are very united.

They fought together to kill the trapped 10000 ethnic groups and accumulate combat experience.

"Roar!"

Brother Pingtou dashed into the encirclement of all ethnic groups, and his tail kept swinging, like a sharp sword, chopped up the killed all ethnic groups.

Then it fought to its heart's content.

Brother Pingtou felt that he had never been so happy as today. He became braver and braver. He even stared at the wanzu holy mountain in the distance and rushed there.

"Brother Pingtou has attacked the holy mountain of all nationalities!"

"Shit, stop it!"

A large group of mountain guarding spirit beasts rushed over, grabbed brother Pingtou's tail, forcibly turned its direction, and killed into the army of all ethnic groups.

Ten thousand sacred mountains.

Many patriarchs were stunned.

"What is that?"

"It seems to be a saint. Is it a fool to dare to kill us at the sacred mountain of all races?"

The head of the hunting clan and others discussed it.

On the ground.

Ye Feng is a little ashamed.

Brother Ping Tou is really brave.

Even the ten thousand holy mountain didn't let go. He killed it directly. Fortunately, he was stopped by spirit beasts such as fox Dahong.

Otherwise, this guy's Avatar must be cool.

"Gentlemen, there are too many disciples of the ethereal sect. We have to add some ethnic talents."

Cried the hunter leader.

"I see."

The ancient coffins of other clan leaders trembled slightly and threw out a drop of blood to form dozens or hundreds of clansmen.

This scene slightly changed the face of practitioners in the world.

"The situation is not good!"

"There are a large number of people, and the disciples of the ethereal sect can't stand it. What does leader ye think?"

Everyone was worried.

On the battlefield.

The main fighting forces such as Moying, Huo Yunjie, long Tianxing and Qiao Jiaxi are being besieged by thousands of strong men. They are constantly colored and bleeding.

"I'll treat you!"

The regiment war nurse Yan Ruyu killed her and was guarded by Jia Yulan to create a perfect treatment opportunity for Yan Ruyu.

WOW!

A large rain of light fell.

The disciples of the ethereal sect recovered from their injuries and returned to the peak again, crushing and killing all ethnic groups.

"Fool! Kill that woman first!"

The hunting clan leader roared.

"Yes!"

Ten thousand people immediately besieged Yan Ruyu.

"When we don't exist?"

Han Yonghui came with many three generations of disciples and protected Yan Ruyu in the middle. No one could hurt her.

"Protection is like jade!"

Mo Ying looks at Wang Ping'an.

"OK!"

Wang Ping'an quickly retreated, stood beside Yan Ruyu, waved his big hand, and several fire dragons circled around Yan Ruyu without giving anyone a chance to hurt her.

Major interfaces.

The crowd looked at the tactics of the ethereal sect and admired it.

"Worthy of being a disciple of leader Ye."

"They are very united. During the group war, they also know how to cooperate and strive to protect Yan Ruyu, a generation of disciple with healing function, which has created a great advantage."

"The disciples of the ethereal sect are going to push the people of all ethnic groups!"

People see hope.