Chapter 1251

Everyone was stunned.

Everyone looks at the ten thousand nation continent.

Beside Ye Feng, a figure emerged out of thin air, wearing a black suit and a black hat.

Who else but the ink warbler?

Whoosh!

One figure after another emerged.

As those disciples who went out for training also rushed back, this time, the number behind Ye Feng was more, reaching more than 30000.

"Not dead?"

On the eve of the moon, the sword Saint looked around and looked at the familiar disciples such as Mo Ying, Huo Yunjie and Shi Lei, with a look of surprise.

Not only her, but also the strong in all walks of life.

"Not dead?"

"What's going on?"

"Is it Ye Feng who resurrected them?"

"No wonder leader Ye is so calm. Originally, he has already had countermeasures. It's a pity that we misunderstood him before. If we can meet, I want to apologize to him!"

People couldn't help guessing.

At the same time, when they looked at Ye Feng again, their eyes were full of worship. They felt that he was a leader who planned strategies, and always handled things calmly.

Ten thousand sacred mountains.

"How is that possible?"

The coffin plates of hunting clan chiefs and other ten thousand clan chiefs could not be pressed, and almost exploded in situ.

They consumed so many origins, created countless clansmen, and tried to wipe out all the disciples of the ethereal sect, but who knows, all of them are alive.

Moreover, the breath is still at its peak.

This situation is unimaginable!

"We lost a lot!"

"Yes!"

"The source of life I just saved is all consumed, and the plan of resurrection will be postponed again."

"What next?"

"Cold mix!"

Hunting clan leaders and others are very depressed.

On the ground.

Ye Feng knelt here quietly.

"Headmaster, we're back."

Shi Lei stood beside Ye Feng and arched his hands at him. His eyes were full of joy.

After a hearty battle, he felt that he had more experience and comprehensively improved his fighting skills. He couldn't wait to meet a new battle.

"Just come back."

Ye Feng smiled and said, "next, start to meet the new battle and enjoy the real battle experience! Go all out and don't keep it."

"Yes!"

Shi Lei nodded heavily, waved his big sleeve, and took all his disciples from one to five generations to the distant ten thousand ethnic holy mountain.

"Invincible!"

While walking, the disciples shouted slogans and organized groups at the same time.

The ethereal sect has many joint attack arrays.

As long as you are a disciple of the sect, you can basically practice.

At present, the new disciples with only spiritual sea are gathering. Dozens of people form a group. Their breath is connected with each other to form a powerful battle array.

"Still coming?"

The head of the hunting clan gnawed his teeth.

"Kill out, continue to kill out!"

"I don't believe Ye Feng can revive them."

All the other patriarchs were angry.

Poof! Poof!

Many ancient coffins trembled, threw out drops of soul blood and fell to the ground, forming people of all ethnic groups.

Their cultivation is the lowest, and there is also a divine yuan realm.

The highest is more than ten four turn quasi saints.

"Kill them all!"

Leng Sheng, the head of the hunting clan, ordered.

"War!"

Shi Lei and other disciples immediately divided into groups to meet the people of ten thousand nationalities.

The world.

The crowd looked at the ethereal disciple, wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes, and gradually stared.

"What's going on?"

"I was just sad!"

"Yes, how can they all live? Although they are a little happy, they always feel strange."

People don't know what to say.

Wanzu mainland.

The disciples of the ethereal sect fought hand to hand with the people of all ethnic groups again.

This time.

Huo Yunjie didn't use the sword pulling skill, but held the sword with both hands. His body was covered with a layer of cold and ruthless sword. One sword is a people of all ethnic groups.

"I want people to know that even if I don't use sword pulling, my combat power is not weak."

Huo Yunjie said coldly.

On both sides of his back, Lin Yuyan and Ding Baixue closely followed him, mending the knife for Huo Yunjie, or killing the weaker 10000 ethnic people, and their cooperation became more and more tacit.

Their combination is like a sharp knife.

Ruthlessly, plunge into the depths of the army of all ethnic groups.

"Your opponent is us!"

The dozen wanzu people who turned to the quasi Saint level killed them, aimed at Moying, long Tianxing, Qiao Jiaxi and others, and killed them.

"Dragon blood boiling!"

The Dragon Celestial Star instantly enters the form of a real dragon, and then burns its own dragon blood to become a golden dragon.

Boom!

He blew out dragon breath and blocked a four turn quasi saint.

"Ultimate fast sword!"

Moying also rushed to the center of the regiment, instantly gave out his sword tens of thousands of times, and forced the remaining dozen to turn to Zhunsheng to retreat.

"End the battle!"

Shi Lei roared.

All the disciples of Shenyuan realm and Linghai realm immediately stood in an orderly manner, knelt on the ground at the same time, pinched with both hands, and rose up with all kinds of brilliance. The scene was very spectacular.

Buzz!

A huge shield appeared, enveloping the ethereal sect disciples. Several four turn quasi saints tried their best to blow up more than 20000 disciples who were forming an array.

"Tianjian kill!"

Shi Lei, who presided over the array, waved Ma Liang's pen and wrote a sharp word "sword".

At the bottom of the array, the light immediately flowed into the word, making it become a sharp Heavenly Sword and cut into the fierce four turn quasi saints.

Tear it!

The arms of the four turn quasi Saint were cut off.

They are not the opponents of the big array.

"Ruthless sword kill!"

Huo Yunjie took the opportunity to jump up high and came to the back of a four turn quasi saint with a broken arm. The long sword suddenly cut over.

The four turn quasi saint was immediately divided into two halves.

Boom!

He hit the ground heavily and died.

"The Dragon King is angry!"

The Golden Dragon transformed by the Dragon heavenly star jumped high, and its fists turned into brilliant gold. It frantically bombarded the four turn quasi saint of the second broken arm and successfully exploded it.

"Super fist!"

Qiao Jiaxi also shot high into the air and punched through the fourth turn quasi saint of the third broken arm.

The ink warbler also jumped high.

One sword cut out, and two injured four turn quasi saints were killed. As a result, their lifeless bodies hit the ground heavily.

"Tianjian kill!"

Shi Lei presided over the array again and combined Ma Liang's ability to modify the reality with the array, which was a sharp sword with startling sobs.

Turn around and dodge immediately.

"Painting is a prison!"

Shi Lei sprinkled pen and ink again.

On the ground.

Dozens of vines grew wildly and entangled the four quasi saints.

Then.

The terrible sword cut through.

Tear it!

Several four turn quasi saints were cut in half, and then they were all killed by longtianxing and others.

"Damn it!"

"How can the fighting experience of the disciples of the ethereal sect be improved so much? It's hateful to rely on the power of the array to crush and kill countless of our people!"

"What should I do?"

"Send out the elite people in the Holy Land!"

In the end, the hunting clan chief spared.

The ancient coffin he was in shook violently, and then suddenly spewed out a gorgeous brilliance and fell to the ground, forming a tall and thin shape holding a bone spear.

This is a hunting clan.

But he has the right to enter the holy practice.

As soon as this person appeared, the prestige of the holy land immediately swept the whole audience, shook Shi Lei, Mo Ying and others out, and the large array composed of tens of thousands of people was broken.

"The Holy Land!"

"This is no longer the battle of the younger generation."

"No matter how powerful the ethereal sect is, how can there be a disciple in the holy land? The heads of all ethnic groups are shameless and shameless without credibility!"

Practitioners from all walks of life scolded angrily.

"Die!"

The holy land people of the hunting clan opened their indifferent eyes, jumped forward and killed in front of Mo Ying.

Clang clang!

In an instant, the ink warbler wielded his sword tens of thousands of times, forming an airtight sword shield.

But the bone spear stabbed.

The sword shield of Moying was torn and the whole person was penetrated. With the violent vibration of the bone spear, her body collapsed into nothingness.

"Elder martial sister Mo!"

The crowd roared.

"You all have to die!"

The hunters in the Holy Land smiled grimly and waved bone spears. In two rounds, they penetrated and shattered Qiao Jiaxi and long Tianxing who had been killed together.

In the future, he will fight like no one else.

Neither Huo Yunjie nor Shi Lei nor Wang Ping'an is his opponent.

After just ten breaths.

Only a few hundred disciples of the ethereal sect were killed.