Chapter 1,250 Everyone’s Incomprehension

"Senior sister, we will open a way for you!"

Qiao Jiaxi and Long Tianxing, who had merged into golden giants, said in unison, sitting on the chariot left by Shi Lei, cooperating with the generals on the vehicle, preparing to fight out.

"Roar!"

A familiar voice suddenly came from the battle group not far away, attracting everyone to look.

A pile of corpses from an army of all races.

boom!

It suddenly exploded, and a figure covered with barbs stood up. The pair of wise little eyes were full of bright cold light, and the surface of the body flashed with cold light.

"Brother Flathead!"

"Didn't he die in battle?"

Mo Ying and the golden giant said in surprise.

Continent of Ten Thousand Races.

Sword Master Yuexi was surprised when he saw this scene. He looked at Ye Feng and said, "I just saw that your sect's flat-headed brother was beaten to death by a group of people. Why didn't he die?"

"It doesn't die easily."

Ye Feng said.

When the war broke out before, many spiritual beasts were besieged and died. Brother Flathead was also beaten all over with injuries and fell to the ground, looking like he was dead.

However, its vitality is so tenacious!

After being unconscious for half an hour, he woke up.

Its incarnation can also absorb the power of people from all races and return to its peak state.

"Roar!"

Brother Pingtou stepped on the pile of corpses of the Wanzu clansmen and stood on a high place, overlooking the still living Wanzu clansmen below, with a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth.

Boom, boom, boom!

It took heavy steps and killed it again.

"kill!"

The golden giant also began to fight.

The chariots and generals left behind by Shi Lei rushed forward, crushing and killing many strong men.

Mo Ying followed closely behind.

With one thrust of her sword, she could kill several members of the Ten Thousand Clansmen and suppress the opponent's living space.

All three are now at their peak.

These people from all races, the strongest and quasi-sages, were no match for Mo Ying, who had a combat power as high as eight stars in a battle at the same level. They were killed in just a few rounds.

"what to do?"

"Our people are almost all being killed."

"What are you afraid of? Continue to consume soul blood and create people who belong to all our tribes!"

The heads of the clans began to discuss.

"let me."

The ancient coffin where the leader of the Demonic Vine Clan was shaken slightly, and another drop of soul blood flew out and fell on the ground, forming ten Demonic Vine Clan members who had reached the fourth-level quasi-saint level.

They are up to two meters tall.

The body is covered with barbs.

Each hand holds a spear.

"This is going to be a hard fight!"

The golden giant roared, fighting three fourth-level quasi-sages alone. The aura on his body became stronger and stronger, as if it could tear the world apart.

In another battle group.

Mo Ying fought alone against six rank-4 quasi-sages.

The flat-headed brother was beaten by the last level four quasi-sage, but he relied on his thick-skinned attributes to withstand the pressure and did not fall.

Chariots and war generals were clearing the battlefield.

Those races that were not completely dead were all crushed and killed by it.

"The ultimate fast sword!"

Mo Ying's combat power was fully activated. One person and one sword were able to kill as many as one person and hundreds of millions of swords. Countless sharp sword energies were fired out, forcing the six rank-4 quasi-sages in front of him to retreat.

But, this is not enough!

She attacked with force, and with a flurry of swords, she finally cut the opponent into pieces, successfully defeating the main powerful enemy.

"Shenlong Fist!"

The golden giant roared angrily, his arms were coiled by the golden dragon, and he carried the spears of two of the fourth-level quasi-saints of the Demon Vine tribe to pierce them, and blew the third opponent's head open.

"Backstab!"

But I heard Mo Ying's voice.

The two fourth-level quasi-saints of the Demon Vine clan who penetrated the golden giant with their spears suddenly felt a numbness in their scalps. They quickly turned around and found that they had been penetrated by Mo Ying's sword.

Tear it apart!

Mo Ying slashed horizontally with all her strength, killing the two rank-4 quasi-sages, and stood quietly aside.

not far away.

Brother Flathead is still fighting with his opponent.

The two are equally matched, and neither can kill the other.

"That female disciple's name is Mo Ying."

"This person is really strong!"

"Six rank four quasi-sages were killed so quickly. Their combat power is really terrifying."

Powerful people from all walks of life have their eyes on Mo Ying.

In their opinion, if this female disciple does not die, she will become a magnificent female sword master in the future.

"kill!"

The golden giant pounced on the last fourth-level quasi-sage, trying to kill him, but was pushed away by the flat-headed brother.

then.

Brother Flathead started fighting with his opponent again.

"this!"

The corner of the golden giant's mouth twitched.

Strong men from all walks of life were also stunned.

Brother Flathead doesn't want to help?

The sacred mountain of all ethnic groups.

Many clan chiefs were angry.

"Chief of the Demonic Vine Clan, why are you members of the Demonic Vine Clan so weak? You are also a quasi-sage, but you were killed instantly by a weak woman."

"What kind of behavior do you have?"

The hunting clan leader and others snorted coldly.

"You are not convinced?" the leader of the Demonic Vine Clan snorted coldly, "How about you each send a fourth-level quasi-saint?"

"Just send it!"

The leader of the hunting clan and others immediately gathered their origins and gathered together a clansman of the same clan, all of whom were rank-4 quasi-sages.

Dozens of clan leaders correspond to dozens of fourth-level quasi-sages.

They rushed out of the Sacred Mountain of Ten Thousand Races, instantly destroyed the chariots and generals left behind by Shi Lei, and fiercely attacked Mo Ying, the Golden Giant, and Brother Pingtou.

on the ground.

The war broke out again.

Mo Ying was besieged by more than twenty rank-4 Quasi-Saints at the same time. Even though his sword speed was very fast, he was unable to withstand the opponent's fierce attack, and scars began to appear on his body.

Another war group.

Brother Flathead was besieged by six Level 4 Quasi-Saints, with scars all over his body and one of his arms torn off.

However, it simply refused to admit defeat.

"Whoa!"

The flat-headed brother bit the neck of a fourth-level quasi-sage with his mouth and refused to let go. He stared at his opponent with wide eyes, making the latter's body stand on end with horror.

They have never seen such a tenacious opponent!

"Kill it!"

Six rank four quasi-sages exploded with peak combat power, and finally cut Brother Pingtou into pieces and completely defeated him.

The battle group further away.

The golden giant fought alone against more than a dozen rank-4 quasi-sages, but even though he was physically powerful, he still failed.

"Even if he dies, he still has to drag him into trouble!"

The golden giant roared and punched the head of a fourth-level quasi-sage. His body began to expand and exploded.

Boom!

A terrible wave swept over.

The dozen or so fourth-level quasi-saints around them were blown to death, injured, and their combat prowess was not at its peak.

Central battle group.

Mo Ying is under siege.

Her eyes were extremely cold.

"Eternal Life in the Way of the Sword!"

Mo Ying suddenly turned into a ray of light and merged into the sword in his hand, causing the object to quickly transform into a snow-white lotus with dozens of petals in total.

next moment.

This lotus blossoms.

Each petal was a terrifying sword energy, killing dozens of fourth-level quasi-sages. Even if they died, Mo Ying also took away dozens of powerful enemies who fought with her.

Since then, the battle has ended.

On the battlefield of Wanzu Continent, corpses lay everywhere.

However, none of them were disciples or spiritual beasts of the Piaomiao Sect. After their death, they completely disappeared.

The wind howled.

The atmosphere at the scene was somewhat tragic.

"All dead?"

Strong men from all walks of life sighed.

Some people have already burst into tears.

They had no idea that the tens of thousands of Piaomiao Sect disciples who had just fought bravely were actually just incarnations!

"good."

When Ye Feng saw this scene, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Tens of thousands of disciples, at the cost of annihilating the entire army, successfully killed batch after batch of members of the Wanzu clan, thereby consuming a large amount of the origins of the Wanzu clan leader.

Even dozens of high-ranking members of the Ten Thousand Races at the level of fourth-level quasi-saints were killed.

"good?"

Sword Master Yuexi beside him wanted to cry.

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

This...is this still a human being?

Not only her, but also powerful people from all walks of life looked at Ye Feng, feeling that he was too indifferent and did not understand him.

…

Piaomiao Sect, the gate of war.

"hiss!"

Shi Lei's soul returned to its original form, feeling countless pains, and his body couldn't stop shaking wildly.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

The other disciples also screamed like slaughtering pigs.

Half an hour later.

Everyone came back to their senses and hurriedly crossed their legs on the ground, comprehending the battle just now. They felt that their experience was richer, and their understanding of some magical powers was also more thorough.

"Ha ha!"

"What a madman's sword-drawing technique!"

"Wonderful!"

Huo Yunjie carried a long sword on his back and looked at the people around him with sharp eyes, "Junior brothers and sisters, have you recovered? If you feel that you are in good condition, continue fighting!"

"good!"

Everyone nodded.

They absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from the Piaomiao Sect, quickly replenished themselves, and returned to their peak state again.

Then, his own energy was drained by the Gate of War.

Their consciousness gradually fell asleep.

…

Continent of Ten Thousand Races.

"Ye Feng, you are the only one left in your sect. Doesn't it feel good to be alone?"

The leader of the hunting clan laughed.

"Who said that the leader of our Piaomiao Sect is the only one left?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded, instantly attracting the attention of the entire audience.