Chapter 1249

Wanzu mainland.

The battle reached its most intense stage.

More than 100000 people gathered on the black rock, shouting and killing everywhere, and their eyes were full of determination.

On the ground.

Zhang Tianyuan kept drawing bows and shooting arrows, sniping and killing thousands of families in the same realm from a distance, so as to reduce the pressure on the disciples of the sect.

But this battle has been too long.

His incarnation energy is about to bottom out.

If you go on like this, you will eventually be killed.

"My strength will be exhausted. Elder martial brothers and sisters, younger martial brothers and sisters, I'll go first!"

Zhang Tianyuan roared.

He jumped to a height of tens of meters above the ground, gathered the strength of his body in his arm, and suddenly pulled the bow, making an arrow as bright as the sun appear in front of him.

"An arrow... Shoots the sun!"

Zhang Tianyuan shot his arrow.

Whew!

This golden arrow shot out, instantly penetrated tens of thousands of ethnic groups, strung them together, and slammed into hundreds of thousands of ethnic groups behind them.

Then.

Boom!

The golden arrow exploded like a sun.

Within a hundred feet, all the 10000 ethnic groups were blasted to ashes, which played a great role.

However, Zhang Tianyuan was exhausted.

Whew, whew, whew!

More than a dozen people of the magic vine clan aimed at him who jumped into the air, suddenly threw a spear, tied Zhang Tianyuan with the heavenly bow holy body into a hedgehog and exploded on the spot.

"Younger martial brother Zhang!"

Shi Lei roared.

"Ah, you want to die!"

Xia Wenwen, a senior sister of the fourth generation, looked at Zhang Tianyuan, a disciple of the fourth generation, and his eyes were red. He burst out the power accumulated in his body, like a human Tyrannosaurus Rex. With one punch, he exploded the nearby people of the magic vine clan.

However, Xia Wenwen is still too weak after all.

In an instant.

She had been pierced by spears thrown by hundreds of moto people and her body exploded.

"Elder martial sister Xia!"

Four generations of disciples were angry.

Han Yonghui, the third generation elder martial brother, saw this scene. He was angry and pushed horizontally with his three generations of disciples.

The first, second and fifth generations of disciples are also fighting fiercely.

However, they are almost exhausted.

Watching more and more of his classmates fall down, Huo Yunjie's heart is like a drop of blood.

"No madness, no survival!"

Huo Yunjie stabbed himself in the chest with a sword, extracted all the power from his body, drew the sword quickly with his right hand, and performed the sword drawing skill based on the madman's ruthless sword for the first time.

Behind him, there was a virtual shadow.

That's a crazy old man.

Crazy swordsman!

The founder of anonymous sword manual.

Tear!

With Huo Yunjie's sword cut out, the bright blade like countless suns rising at the same time, shining all around in a golden white. I can't see what's going on at all.

A moment later.

The light dissipated.

Everyone looked at the battlefield and couldn't help taking a breath.

Huo Yunjie's sword took away more than 10000 ethnic groups, and Lien Chan regiment was split into a huge gap.

High in the air.

Huo Yunjie is unreal.

"Ha ha, it's successful!"

"This is the madman's sword drawing skill!"

Huo Yunjie looked up and laughed, and his body gradually faded until it completely disappeared.

"Yun Jie!"

Ding Baixue and Lin Yuyan burst into tears.

"The combination of two swords!"

The two women folded their swords in mid air, urging the remaining strength in their bodies to instantly kill hundreds of people of the magic vine clan. Then, they also fell to the ground and dissipated.

"It's terrible!"

"It's a pity that such an amazing ethereal disciple should fall like this."

"His name is Huo Yunjie?"

"If he doesn't die, he will become the ultimate swordsman in the world of fame in the future!"

"Alas, it's sad."

Practitioners from all walks of life cried.

"Leader ye, why don't you let the disciples of the ethereal sect retreat? It's really cold-blooded!"

"Is there a leader who does this?"

Others condemned maple leaf.

Right now.

There are only a few hundred disciples of the ethereal sect.

They all exist above the virtual environment and have strong combat power. Even if their internal strength is about to be exhausted, they still burst out with all their combat power and fight bravely.

"Burn you!"

Wang Ping'an stepped on the fire dragon and killed thousands of people of the magic vine clan. Huo Ke Mu instantly burned a large number of people.

Whew, whew, whew!

However, countless members of the moto clan threw spears, which turned Wang Ping'an into a hedgehog.

"Burst!"

Seeing that he was about to dissipate, Wang Ping'an bit his teeth and rushed into the group of people of the magic vine family, and burst into flames in an instant.

Boom!

A big fireball swallowed up all around.

Thousands of moto people were burned to ashes.

"Even a generation of disciples are dead?"

Practitioners from all walks of life knew that Wang Ping'an was a generation of disciples. When they saw him explode and die, they all showed regret.

Some women are even crying.

They think Wang Ping'an is very cute, can play with fire and is handsome. Although he is not tall, he is deeply loved by countless elder sister practitioners.

His fall made countless people cry.

On the ground.

Moying, Shi Lei and other disciples are still there.

Now, the best ones are Qiao Jiaxi and long Tianxing. They are physical cultivation, do not need to consume too much energy, and the durability of the battle is higher.

"My strength is running out."

"Mine too."

"In that case, let's explode!"

"Even if it is death, it should be vigorous!"

"Explosion is art!"

The remaining hundreds of disciples of the ethereal sect were killed, and their bodies began to expand, turning into light balls and exploding in the middle of the battlefield.

In an instant.

Tens of thousands of ethnic groups fell.

Since then.

There are only five disciples of the ethereal sect.

Mo Ying, Shi Lei, Qiao Jiaxi, long Tianxing, Yan Ruyu and others all burst and fell.

In the 10000 ethnic camp.

There are more than 10000 of them. They are all wounded and their momentum is weakened. Some of them have no weapons in their hands. Their combat effectiveness has seriously declined. They fight alone and can be killed and worn by ink warblers.

"My strength is running out."

Yan Ruyu stood up, "elder martial brothers and sisters, next, I hope you can stick to the end."

Say it.

Yan Ruyu's body turned into a light rain and sprinkled it on Mo Ying, Shi Lei, Qiao Jiaxi and long Tianxing, making them instantly return to full state.

Their own combat effectiveness has even been improved.

"Don't let them die in vain!"

Shi Lei clenched Ma Liang's pen and consumed all his strength. He painted a huge general in mid air, sitting on a chariot pulled by three raptors.

"Shield, open!"

Shi Lei looked at Mo Ying, long Tianxing and Qiao Jiaxi and drew a shield on them.

The next moment.

Shi Lei's strength was exhausted.

His figure gradually illusory, but with a smile on his face, he patted Moying, long Tianxing and Qiao Jiaxi on the shoulder.

"Hold on!"

After that, he dissipated completely.

"Elder martial brother!"

Long Tianxing clenched his fist with tears in his eyes.

After fighting for so long, he had forgotten that he was an avatar. He felt that everything in front of him was very real. He really thought that Shi Lei had fallen, and he couldn't help getting angry.

"I killed you!"

The Dragon Star roared up to the sky and burned his own dragon blood. His body was expanding. The silver dragon scales on his body turned into light and gradually took on gold.

A moment later.

He still stood where he was, but he had become a pure golden dragon with colorful light in his eyes.

"Jiaxi, do you remember the last battle?"

Long Tianxing turned to Qiao Jiaxi and said.

"Remember!"

Qiao Jiaxi nodded heavily.

"Let's start!"

The Golden Dragon transformed by dragon Tianxing grinned, and its body turned into light, which fused with Qiao Jiaxi.

The next moment.

A golden giant stood in place.

His breath is terrible. His cultivation is shoulder to shoulder, three turns to quasi saint, and his body is full of war.

"What's the secret?"

"It's strange that they can integrate like the heads of thousands of families."

The strong from all walks of life were surprised to see this scene.