The Master’s Master Can’t Be a Mortal

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

Qiao Jiaxi and Long Tianxing, who merged into a golden giant, said in unison, sitting on the chariot left by Shi Lei, and cooperating with the generals in the chariot, preparing to kill.

"Roar!"

In the battle group not far away, a familiar voice suddenly came out, attracting everyone to look.

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

boom!

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

"Brother Flathead!"

"Isn't it dead?"

Mo Ying and the golden giant were surprised.

Wanzu Continent.

Yuexi Swordsman was also surprised when he saw this scene. He looked at Ye Feng next to him, and said, "I just saw that the flat-headed brother of your sect was beaten to death by a group, why didn't he die?"

"It doesn't die easily."

Ye Feng said.

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

However, its vitality is too tenacious!

After being in a coma for half an hour, he woke up.

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 corpses of the ten thousand clansmen, stood on a high place, overlooking the ten thousand clansmen who were still alive below, a mocking arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

dong dong dong!

It took a heavy step and killed it again.

"kill!"

The golden giants also began to fight.

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

Mo Ying followed closely.

With a single stab of her sword, she can kill several ten thousand clansmen and suppress the opponent's living space.

All three are at their peak.

These ten thousand clansmen, the strongest are also the sages. In a battle of the same rank, they are not the opponents of Mo Ying, whose combat power is as high as the king's eight-star, and they are killed in a few rounds.

"what to do?"

"Our clansmen are almost killed."

"What are you afraid of, continue to consume soul blood and create clansmen belonging to our ten thousand clans!"

The patriarchs of the ten thousand clans began to discuss.

"let me do it."

The ancient coffin where the patriarch of the Demon Vine was located vibrated gently, and another drop of soul blood flew out and landed on the ground, forming ten Demon Vine Clan members whose cultivation had reached the fourth-rank quasi-sage level.

They are up to two meters high.

Full of barbs.

Each hand holds a spear.

"It's going to be a tough fight!"

The golden giant roared, fighting alone for three or four ranks as a quasi-sage, and the aura on his body became stronger and stronger, as if it could tear the world apart.

in another group.

Mo Ying fought the six four-turn Quasi-Saints alone.

Brother Pingtou was hanged and beaten by the last four-turn quasi-sage, but he was stunned because of his rough skin and thick flesh, withstood the pressure and did not fall.

Chariots and generals are sweeping the battlefield.

Those ten thousand clans that are not yet dead were crushed and killed by it.

"Extremely fast sword!"

Mo Ying's combat power was fully activated, one person and one sword, and the effect of killing one person and one billion swords was unexpectedly. Countless sharp sword qi slashed out, forcing the six four-turn quasi-sages in front of him to retreat.

But, that's not enough!

She attacked strongly, and under the chaos of the sword, she finally split the opponent into pieces, successfully eliminating the main strong enemy.

"Dragon Fist!"

The golden giant roared, his arms were coiled by the golden real dragon, and he pierced the third opponent's head with the spears of two of the magic vines.

"Backstab!"

But he heard Mo Ying's voice.

The two magic vines who used spears to penetrate the golden giant turned quasi-saint, suddenly felt a tingling feeling in their scalps, and turned around quickly, and found that they had been penetrated by Mo Ying's sword.

tear it up!

Mo Ying slashed horizontally, beheading the two Quasi-Saints of the Fourth Rank, and stood quietly by the side.

not far away.

Brother Pingtou is still fighting with his opponent.

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

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

"This man is really strong!"

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

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

In their opinion, if this female disciple does not die, she will be able to become a beautiful female swordsman in the future.

"kill!"

The golden giant pounced on the last four-turn quasi-sage, trying to obliterate him, but was pushed away by Brother Flathead.

then.

Brother Pingtou fought with his opponent again.

"This!"

The golden giant's mouth twitched.

The powerhouses from all walks of life were also stunned.

Brother Pingtou doesn't even want to help?

The mountain of all races.

Many patriarchs were angry.

"Patriarch of the Demon Vine Clan, why are your Demon Vine Clan members so weak, they are also quasi-sages, and they were killed in seconds by a weak woman."

"What kind of system?"

The hunting clan chief and others snorted coldly.

"You don't agree?" The Clan Chief of the Demon Vine Clan snorted coldly, "Or, each of you will send a fourth-rank quasi-sage clan to go!"

"Send it!"

The head of the hunting clan and the others immediately gathered their origins and gathered a clan of the same clan, all of whom were quasi-sages of the fourth rank.

Dozens of patriarchs correspond to dozens of quasi-sages of the fourth rank.

They rushed out of the Mountain of Ten Thousand Clans, and instantly exploded the chariot and generals left by Shi Lei, and aggressively killed Mo Ying, Golden Giant, and Brother Pingtou.

on the ground.

The war broke out again.

Mo Ying was besieged by more than twenty rank four Quasi-Saints at the same time. Even though the speed of the sword was very fast, it couldn't resist the fierce attack of the opponent at all, and scars began to appear on her body.

Another chapter.

Brother Pingtou was besieged by six Quasi-Saints of the Fourth Rank. All of his body was scarred, and one of his arms was torn off.

However, it does not admit defeat at all.

"Wow!"

Brother Pingtou bit the neck of a Quasi-Saint of Four Turns with his mouth, and he would not let go, his eyes widened, staring at his opponent, making the latter terrified.

They have never seen such a tenacious opponent!

"Cut it off!"

The six quasi-sages of the fourth rank exploded their peak combat power, and in the end, Brother Pingtou was torn apart and completely destroyed.

further afield.

The golden giant alone fought more than a dozen rank four Quasi-Saints.

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

The golden giant roared, punching the head of a Quasi-Saint of the fourth turn with one punch, and the body began to swell and exploded with a bang.

Boom!

A terrible wave swept in.

The dozen or so quasi-sages in the surrounding area were bombed to death, injured and injured, and their combat power was not at their peak.

Center Battle.

Mo Ying is being besieged.

Her eyes were indifferent.

"The way of the sword lives forever!"

Mo Ying suddenly turned into a ray of light and merged into the sword in her hand, making this thing quickly transform into a snow-white lotus with dozens of petals.

next moment.

The lotus blossomed.

Each petal was a terrifying sword energy, killing the dozens of rank four Quasi-Saints. Even if they died, Mo Ying also took away dozens of powerful enemies who fought with her.

Since then, the battle is over.

On the battlefield of Wanzu Continent, corpses are scattered everywhere.

However, none of them were disciples and spirit beasts of the Misty Sect. After they fell, they completely dissipated.

The wind howled.

The atmosphere at the scene was somewhat tragic.

"All dead?"

The strong men from all walks of life sighed.

Some people were already weeping.

They don't even know that the tens of thousands of disciples of the Misty Sect who fought bravely just now are just incarnations!

"good."

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

Tens of thousands of disciples, at the cost of the annihilation of the entire army, successfully beheaded batch after batch of ten thousand clansmen, thus consuming a large amount of the source of ten thousand clan chiefs.

Even the ten thousand high-ranking clansmen who were at the quasi-sage level of the fourth rank were beheaded by dozens of people.

"good?"

Yuexi Sword Saint on the side wanted to cry.

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

This... is this still human?

Not only her, but also the powerhouses from all walks of life looked at Ye Feng and felt that he was too indifferent and did not understand in his heart.

…

Misty sect, the gate of war.

"hiss!"

Shi Lei's primordial spirit returned to his body, feeling countless pains, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

The other disciples also screamed like a pig.

After half an hour.

Everyone came back to their senses, and quickly fell to the ground, feeling the battle just now, feeling that their experience was richer, and their understanding of some magical powers and spells was also more thorough.

"Ha ha!"

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

"Wonderful!"

Huo Yunjie carried a long sword on his back, his eyes were sharp, and he looked at the people around him, UU reading www.uukanshu. com "Junior brothers and sisters, have you recovered? If you feel that you are in good shape, continue to fight!"

"good!"

The crowd nodded.

They absorbed the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi of the Misty Sect, quickly replenished themselves, and returned to their peak state again.

Then, his own energy was drained by the gate of battle.

Their consciousness gradually fell asleep.

…

Wanzu Continent.

"Ye Feng, you are the only one left in your entire sect. Does it feel good to be the only seedling?"

The hunting clan chief laughed.

"Who said that the head of our Misty Sect is the only one left?"

An indifferent voice suddenly sounded, instantly attracting the attention of the audience.