Chapter 1250

"Elder martial sister, we'll open a way for you!"

Qiao Jiaxi, who is fused into the golden giant, and long Tianxing speak in unison, sit on the chariot left by Shi Lei, cooperate with the generals on the chariot, and prepare to kill them.

"Roar!"

In the battle regiment not far away, a familiar voice suddenly came out and attracted the attention of the people.

A pile of corpses of the army of ten thousand nationalities.

Boom!

It suddenly burst open, and a figure covered with barbs stood up. The wise little eyes were full of bright cold awns, and the body surface glittered with cold light.

"Brother flat head!"

"Isn't it dead?"

The ink warbler and the golden giant were surprised.

Wanzu mainland.

On the eve of the moon, the sword saint was surprised to see this scene. He looked at Ye Feng and said, "I just saw that your flat head brother was beaten to death. Why didn't he die?"

"It's not easy to die."

Ye Fengdao.

When the war broke out before, many spirit beasts were besieged and killed, and brother Ping tou was beaten all over and fell to the ground, looking like he was dead.

However, its vitality is too tenacious!

I woke up after being in a coma for half an hour.

Its incarnation can also absorb the power of all ethnic groups and return to its peak state.

"Roar!"

Brother Pingtou stepped on the pile of the corpses of the wanzu people and stood high, overlooking the living wanzu people below. A touch of sarcastic radian appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Dong Dong Dong!

It took a heavy step and killed the past again.

"Kill!"

The golden giant also began to fight.

The chariots and generals left by Shi Lei rushed ahead and killed many strong men.

The ink warbler followed.

With one stab, she can kill tens of thousands of ethnic groups and suppress each other's living space.

Today, all three are at their peak.

These people of all ethnic groups are the strongest and must be saints. In the first battle of the same level, they are not the opponent of Moying with combat power up to the king's eight stars. They are killed in a few rounds.

"What should I do?"

"Our people are almost killed."

"What are you afraid of? Continue to consume soul blood and create people belonging to all our families!"

The heads of all ethnic groups began to talk.

"Let me do it."

The ancient coffin where the head of the magic vine clan was located vibrated slightly, and another drop of soul blood flew out and fell to the ground, forming ten people of the magic vine clan whose cultivation reached the four turn quasi holy level.

They are up to two meters high.

The body is covered with barbs.

Hold a spear in each hand.

"It will be a hard battle!"

The golden giant roared and fought alone for three four turns. His breath became stronger and stronger, as if he could tear the world apart.

In another regiment.

The ink warbler fought alone for six four turn quasi saints.

Brother Pingtou was hung and beaten by the last four turn quasi saint, but Leng withstood the pressure and didn't fall by relying on his rough skin and thick flesh.

Chariots and generals are cleaning the battlefield.

Those who have not yet died are crushed and killed by it.

"Ultimate fast sword!"

The ink warbler's fighting power is fully open. One sword per person has the effect of killing one hundred million swords. Countless sharp sword Qi split out and forced the six four turn quasi saints in front of her back.

But that's not enough!

Her strong attack, under the chaotic sword, finally split the other party into pieces and successfully solved the main strong enemy.

"Dragon fist!"

The golden giant roared, his arms were wrapped by the Golden real dragon, and he carried the spear of two of the magic rattan clans to puncture the third opponent's head.

"Back stab!"

But I heard the voice of the ink warbler.

The two demons who pierced the golden giant with spears turned around to be saints. Suddenly, they felt numb on their scalp. They quickly turned around and found that they had been penetrated by the ink warbler with a sword.

Tear it!

The ink warbler slashed the two four turn quasi saints and stood quietly aside.

Not far away.

Brother Flathead is still fighting his opponent.

The two are equal. No one can kill the other.

"The female disciple's name is Moying."

"This person is really strong!"

"Six four turn quasi saints. They were killed so quickly. Their combat power is really terrible."

The strong men from all walks of life are eyeing the ink warbler.

In their opinion, if this female disciple doesn't die, she can become a gorgeous female swordsman in the future.

"Kill!"

The golden giant jumped on the last four turn quasi saint and tried to kill him, but he was pushed away by the flat head brother.

next.

Brother Ping tou fought with his opponent again.

"This!"

The golden giant took a swipe at the corner of his mouth.

The strong from all walks of life are also confused.

Brother Flathead didn't want to help?

Ten thousand sacred mountains.

Many ethnic groups grow angry.

"Chief of the magic vine clan, why are you so weak? You are also a quasi saint. You were killed by a weak woman."

"What is it?"

Hunting clan leader and others Leng hum.

"Do you disagree?" Leng hum, the head of the magic vine clan, "why don't you send a four turn quasi holy clan!"

"Send it!"

The head of the hunting clan and others immediately put forward the origin and gathered one people of the same clan, all of whom were four turn quasi saints.

Dozens of patriarchs correspond to dozens of four turn quasi saints.

They rushed out of the sacred mountain of all nationalities, instantly exploded the chariot and general left by Shi Lei, and killed Mo Ying, golden giant and flat headed brother.

On the ground.

The war broke out again.

The ink warbler was besieged by more than 20 four turn quasi saints at the same time. Although the sword speed was very fast, it couldn't resist the fierce attack of the other party, and there began to be scars on her body.

Another regiment.

Brother Pingtou was besieged by six four turn quasi saints. He was all scarred and his arm was torn off.

However, it did not admit defeat at all.

"Wow!"

Brother Ping tou bit a four turn quasi saint's neck with his mouth and didn't let go of it. His eyes stared at the boss and his opponent, which made the latter feel creepy.

They have never seen such a tenacious opponent!

"Cut it off!"

Six four turn quasi saints broke out their peak combat power, and finally divided brother Pingtou into two bodies and completely exploded.

A regiment farther away.

The golden giant fought alone for more than a dozen four turn quasi saints. Even though his body is strong, it is also colorful.

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

The golden giant roared, smashed a four turn quasi saint's head with one punch, and his body began to expand and explode.

Dong!

A terrible wave swept through.

More than a dozen four turn quasi saints around were blown to death, injured and wounded, and their combat power was not at the peak.

Central combat group.

The ink warbler is being besieged.

Her eyes were cold.

"Kendo is immortal!"

The ink warbler suddenly turned into a light and integrated into the sword in his hand, which quickly transformed it into a snow-white lotus with dozens of petals.

The next moment.

The lotus burst out.

Each petal is a terrible sword, which turns dozens of four quasi saints to kill. Even if she dies, Moying also takes away dozens of strong enemies who fought with her.

Since then, the battle has ended.

On the battlefield of the ten thousand nation continent, corpses are everywhere.

However, none of them were disciples and spirit beasts of the ethereal sect. After they fell, they disappeared completely.

The wind howled.

The atmosphere of the scene was somewhat tragic.

"All dead?"

The strong from all walks of life sighed.

Some people have long been sobbing.

They didn't know that the tens of thousands of disciples of the ethereal sect who had just fought bravely were just incarnations!

"Good."

Ye Feng saw this scene and his mouth was slightly raised.

Tens of thousands of disciples, at the cost of the annihilation of the whole army, successfully killed one group after another of the ten thousand ethnic groups, and then consumed a lot of the origin of the ten thousand ethnic leaders.

Even tens of thousands of high-ranking people who have been transferred to the quasi holy level have been killed.

"Good?"

The sword saint on the side of the moon wants to cry.

Tens of thousands of ethereal disciples died like this. Ye Feng was not sad at all, but very happy.

Is this... Is this still human?

Not only she, but also the strong from all walks of life looked at Ye Feng and felt that he was too indifferent and didn't understand in his heart.

……

Ethereal sect, the door of war.

"Hiss!"

Shi Lei's Yuanshen returned to his body, felt countless pain, and his body couldn't stop shaking.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

Other disciples also screamed like pigs.

In half an hour.

All the people came back to their senses and quickly crossed their knees to the ground. They felt that they had more experience and a better understanding of some magical powers and spells.

"Ha ha!"

"Good move, madman, pull out the sword!"

"Wonderful!"

Huo Yunjie, with his long sword on his back and bright eyes, looked at the people around him, "younger martial brothers and sisters, have you recovered? If you feel in good condition, continue to fight!"

"Good!"

The crowd nodded.

They absorb the ethereal heaven and earth aura, quickly supplement themselves and return to their peak state again.

Then, their own energy is pumped out by the door of war.

Their consciousness gradually fell asleep.

……

Wanzu mainland.

"Ye Feng, you are the only one left in your family. Is it cool to feel alone?"

The hunting patriarch laughed.

"Who said that there was only one leader left in our ethereal sect?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded and immediately attracted the attention of the whole audience.