Chapter 1248

On the ground.

Ye Feng is watching the war.

On the eve of the moon, the sword Saint stood aside, exclaiming constantly.

"Headmaster ye, the disciples of Guizong have a tacit understanding of combat cooperation. The top combat power is not weak, and the short board almost does not exist. And Yan Ruyu, a disciple who can cure all, will sweep all ethnic groups if it goes on like this."

In her opinion, the disciple of the ethereal sect was perfect.

Although these people look very young, they have high cultivation, thick foundation, good tactics and strong magic power.

Combined, it is invincible.

"No, they will die and come back."

Ye Feng shook his head.

"Ah?" The sword saint was stunned on the eve of the moon.

Die in battle?

How is that possible?

The disciples of the ethereal sect clearly have an advantage. As long as they continue, they will be able to wipe out all ethnic groups.

Why did Ye Feng say that?

"Just look at you."

Ye Feng shook his head and pointed to the front.

On the eve of the moon, the swordsman stopped talking.

She quietly held the sword and looked at the battlefield.

"Kendo ruthlessly cuts!"

Huo Yunjie pulled out his sword and slashed. His body was full of cold Madman's ruthless sword intention, which shrouded the void. Dozens of ethnic groups were wrapped in it and immediately lost their combat effectiveness.

Tear it!

Ding Baixue and Lin Yuyan took the opportunity to mend the knife.

In the twinkling of an eye, tens of thousands of ethnic people fell.

Another regiment.

The ink warbler fought against the crowd with one hand, pinched the Jue with his left hand and clenched the spirit sword with his right hand. It kept stabbing out. There were dense sword shadows all around, swallowing the nearby void.

Where you've been.

All ten thousand people were pierced.

"The Dragon fights in the wild!"

Long Tianxing followed closely and smashed the ten thousand ethnic groups pierced by the ink warbler with his powerful body.

"Sword of Qi and blood!"

Qiao Jiaxi also killed him and followed the golden squirrel around him. They cooperated with each other and solved a large area of enemies.

At this stage.

Among all the disciples of the ethereal sect, Moying is the only one, Huo Yunjie, Qiao Jiaxi and long Tianxing are the second, and the rest are Wang Ping'an, Shi Lei and other disciples.

As for Chu Tianlan

Strictly speaking, he is not a disciple.

As the destiny of Tianlan immortal region, he should have been an elder of the ethereal sect, but later he became a disciple of five generations, but he didn't participate in the war because of his high cultivation.

Ten thousand sacred mountains.

Seeing the people being slaughtered by the disciples of the ethereal sect, the general trend is gone, and the head of the hunting clan is furious.

"How could this happen?"

"We have gathered tens of thousands of people from many races, but we are still defeated!"

The head of crazy axe clan and the head of duantian clan are very depressed.

"It doesn't matter. I can kill them."

A cold voice sounded.

The head of the hunting clan's divine sense fell on a black ancient coffin and found that its surface was covered with vine totem. He immediately recognized him and was very happy in his heart.

"Chief of the magic vine clan, are you awake?"

The patriarchs asked in surprise.

"Well, just recovering, I can do my best, but Ye Feng is too strong to fight alone. My chance of winning is almost zero."

The head of the magic vine clan continued, "at the peak, I can create 100000 magic vine clan. Although most of the accomplishments are not high, there is no problem sweeping the disciples of the ethereal sect."

"OK, please."

Hunting clan chiefs and others became more and more excited.

Bang!

The ancient coffin of the chief of the magic vine clan trembled suddenly.

Ten drops of blood flew out.

They fell to the continent of ten thousand families, and with the help of the strange properties of this land, they expanded rapidly and became ten vines, bearing countless huge fruits on the surface.

"What's that?"

Strong people from all walks of life have noticed this scene.

"Be careful!"

The ink warbler sensed the unusual breath and hurriedly reminded everyone, and took long Tianxing, Qiao Jiaxi and others back a hundred feet and temporarily opened the distance.

The fighting between the two sides was suspended.

"The other party has a patriarch revived."

On the moon's Eve, the sword saint was beautiful and slightly wrinkled. "Headmaster ye, did you know this long ago, so you said that the disciples of the ethereal sect would be defeated without doubt?"

"Well, yes."

Ye Feng nodded.

"In that case, won't you let them retreat?"

Yuexi sword Saint question.

"There is no need to retreat. Even if they die in battle, they are not really dead. They have the right to be an extremely real experience. Only by bleeding and sweating in their daily training can they avoid dying on the real battlefield in the future."

Ye Feng said meaningfully.

On the eve of the moon, the swordsman was even more confused.

Her divine sense glanced at Moying and others and found that it was extremely real and could not be a separation and incarnation.

In other words, they are noumenon.

Ontology died on the battlefield, but the spirit lives forever, so they are not real death?

On the eve of the moon, the swordsman couldn't help but mend his brain like this.

On the ground.

Ten vines stopped growing.

The fruit on its surface broke with a "click", turned into human creatures and fell to the ground. The shell that originally wrapped itself turned into a spear.

These humanoid creatures are dark green.

They are about one meter tall, covered with fine vines, with six eyes on their faces, a prominent mouth and sharp serrated teeth inside.

Click! Click!

100000 fruits are all broken.

More and more magic rattan clan appeared, a total of 100000.

"100000 troops!"

"This is pure quantity crushing. The disciples of the ethereal sect cannot win. Why not retreat?"

"Are they determined to die?"

Strong people from all walks of life clenched their fists.

They believe that the disciples of the ethereal sect are a group of young people with great potential. As the saying goes, if you stay on the green mountain without worrying about firewood, you will retreat when you encounter an enemy who can't fight.

If we fight to death, we will only lose hope.

"Quack, quack, quack!"

The army of the magic rattan clan was fierce. Surrounded by the rest of the hunting clan and other powerful people, they killed the disciples of the ethereal sect.

Step, step!

Shi Lei walked to the front with heavy steps. Beside him stood core disciples such as Mo Ying, Qiao Jiaxi, Huo Yunjie and long Tianxing, with a decisive look on his face.

On the ground.

Shi Lei took a deep breath and said:

"All junior brothers and sisters."

"We are not coming."

"However, we should regard ourselves as the coming of noumenon and treat this as the last war in our life!"

"The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength."

"As practitioners, what we fear most is laziness, contempt and carelessness. In the face of strong enemies, whether we are real or incarnate, we should be serious."

"Don't laugh."

"This is not a game, but a war!"

"Kill!"

Shi Lei roared.

As a senior brother, he is neither the strongest nor the most gifted, but he is the most responsible.

When he finished, he rushed up.

The incarnation of Ma Liang's pen in his hand continued to draw in the void. Countless swords, meteorites and puppets appeared and turned into a torrent, becoming the vanguard force and killing the army of all ethnic groups.

"Do your best!"

"Killing one is enough and killing two is enough!"

"I'll hit ten!"

The disciples were full of fighting spirit without any reservation. They burst out their most powerful strength and killed to the front.

The startling battle broke out again.

instant.

Dozens of disciples of the ethereal sect were besieged by countless people of the magic vine clan, stabbed to death with their spears, fell to the ground and gradually turned into a pool of blood.

But even death.

The disciples also held high their swords and fought hard to kill.

In the crowd.

Yan Ruyu cried and flushed her eyes. She treated her fellow martial brothers and sisters who hadn't fallen yet against her huge consumption.

Major interfaces.

The people were deeply touched when they looked at the ethereal sect disciple with a determined face.

"Damn ten thousand families!"

"I will practice hard. One day, I will kill tens of thousands of families and level the sacred mountain of tens of thousands of families."

The younger generation of major forces mostly gnash their teeth.

If they were not far apart, they would have been eager to enter the land of all ethnic groups and wipe out all ethnic groups.