The mountains stretched out to block one side, and hundreds of tribes of powerful people could be seen randomly shooting unpredictable runes, evolving the power of the ancient mountains, and blocking all Bai Buyi's attacks.
Bai Xiaoyao's face turned pale, and all his strength was exhausted. Faced with the vampire's fatal blow, he could only close his eyes and wait for death.
Chi!
A lotus grew in the void, magic light surged, and Gu Qing instantly appeared in front of Bai Xiaoyao. He did not show any power. He turned his palm into a fist and punched the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan.
Bang!
The ghost energy dissipated, the sharp claws bent, and the face of the Holy Son of the ghost clan was pale, and his body was shot away. Looking into Gu Qing's eyes, he wished he could eat his flesh and drink his blood.
Ignoring the vampire's angry gaze, Gu Qing turned to look at Bai Xiaoyao and said: "Your grandfather has a good relationship with me. I can repay his favor by saving you this time. Don't let me end up like this. You are not the one who can challenge this holy son of a hundred tribes."
of."
"Go for it!"
Without waiting for Bai Xiaoyao to reply, Gu Qing waved his sleeves and turned into a violent hurricane, blowing Bai Xiaoyao thousands of miles into the sky.
"Xiaoyao, don't fight anymore." Bai Buyi said with lingering fear after catching Bai Xiaoyao's weak body and feeding him several pills in succession.
"Grandfather, me"
"Don't say any more. If Gu Qing hadn't saved you, I'm afraid the Bai family would have been extinct today."
Bai Buyi's voice was cold, and he looked at the powerful men of the hundreds of tribes with murderous intent flashing in his eyes. He had been blocked by the powerful foreign race just now. If Gu Qing didn't take action, his grandson would be dead here.
"You and other Bai clan are so ruthless in their tactics. Even though my grandson has been defeated, you still want to kill him. Do you really think that my Xuanling Sect is easy to bully?"
Bai Buyi strolled towards the powerful master of the hundreds of tribes. The aura around him stirred up the endless sky clouds. The sword energy of the sky and the earth clanged and exploded. The blue light filled the sky for thousands of miles. The phantom of the green lotus appeared in the high sky. The swaying blue sky filled the sky.
The light brought out the endless sword light, and the power of destroying the heaven and the earth was undoubtedly displayed in this world.
"Ha ha!"
Overlording the heaven and earth, shaking the sky, I saw the Chief of the Tyrant clan laughing wildly. When he stepped out, a heavenly sword penetrated the sky thousands of miles away. The killing and overwhelming aura spread across the heaven and earth. The endless vitality continued to explode, and the terrifying power was undoubtedly revealed.
"I have heard about the name of Sword Immortal. Unfortunately, you are just a spiritual monk. How dare you compare with your ancestor?" As the Batian Clan Chief stammered, thousands of miles of clouds were sucked into his mouth, and then he slowly spit it out, causing thunder to ripple across the sky.
Crossing the sky, the ten-thousand-foot-long sword exploded with thunder, as if it was about to tear the heaven and the earth apart.
"Spiritual transformation realm!"
The expressions of the dozen or so powerful men from the human race changed drastically. They did not expect that only one of the powerful men from the hundreds of races would emerge, and he turned out to be an overlord-level figure in the spiritual transformation realm.
Zheng!
With the Xuanling Sword in hand, Bai Buyi showed no fear on his face, his eyes flashed with peerless murderous intent, and the green lotus shook the sky. It was obvious that he was not afraid of the power of the Tyrant Patriarch.
"Brother Bai, this is a grand gathering between the two tribes. Deaths and injuries are inevitable. Don't destroy the friendship between the two tribes because of a moment of anger." Yu Feitian's expression changed drastically. He appeared between the two and comforted Bai Buyi.
Whoosh!
Li Youquan came out of the air and stood side by side with Yu Feitian. He bowed his hands and saluted the Batian clan leader: "Fellow Taoist, please don't be angry. Bai Buyi feels sorry for his son, so it is inevitable that he will be angry. We have no intention of starting a war between the two clans.
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The two of them mediated in the middle, allowing Bai Buyi's face to change constantly. Looking at the playful expressions of the powerful master of the hundreds of tribes, he sighed helplessly. It can be said that everyone here this time is extremely embarrassed. They are completely treated as playthings by people from other races, no matter where they are.
The young generation or the powerful ones are all suppressed here.
It's just a joke that the two races discuss the division of sacred territory.
Bai Buyi was instantly discouraged, and the Ten Thousand-foot Green Lotus slowly dissipated, and turned around to return, no longer looking at the mighty master of the hundreds of clans.
The Ba Tian Clan leader's energy converged, the sword light dissipated, and the teasing look in his eyes was unmistakable.
"The vampire has won two games in a row, but anyone dares to come down and fight me?"
The Holy Son of the Ghost Clan has a ferocious face, the green pupils in his eyes are constantly turning, and a bloodthirsty aura surrounds him. He looks at dozens of saintly geniuses with an extremely disdainful expression.
The defeat of the two geniuses of the human race made the human monks on the earth extremely embarrassed, and the taunts of the aliens continued to sound, making them ashamed.
Zheng!
The sound of the Demon Sword roaring to the sky continued to sound, and the sword energy around the Demon Sword was surging. The eyes he looked at the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan were filled with strong fighting intent.
"He is the successor of the ancient demonic swordsmanship." Looking at the scene in the void arena, the human monk shouted loudly.
"Retreat from the demon sword quickly. Don't act rashly in front of the seniors of the hundreds of tribes."
suddenly.
During the feast, the elder of the Demon Sword Dao frowned and said in a low voice.
After hearing the sect elder's Dharma words, Demon Sword's face froze, and then he turned to look at the elder, with a look of confusion in his eyes.
During the grand banquet in Yunxiao, the elders of the four ancient evil sects stood up together. The four of them bowed their hands to the almighty power of the Hundred Tribes and said: "Although our four sects are human races, they can inherit the ancient times, and our Taoist friends from the Hundred Tribes will never go against them in the ancient times.
The war between the human race and the hundreds of races has nothing to do with our four sects."
The words of the four people were not only spoken to the Demon Sword, but also to the powerful men of the two races. This made the human monks completely stunned and looked at the four elders with disbelief in their eyes.
Four of the dozen human race experts have gone, and there are only a few human race experts left. At this time, no matter how stupid the human race monks are, they can still see some clues. I am afraid that the human race will be completely defeated in this feast of hundreds of races.
The so-called fairness is based on equality of power. Compared with the powerful people of the hundreds of races, these powerful people from the human race are not at the same level in terms of cultivation and quantity. This makes people think deeply in their hearts.
, I already had the intention of retreating in my heart.
The wind was light and the clouds were light, and the clouds were gentle and elegant. Lu Youzhi strolled out. He glanced at Gu Qing with a deep look, then looked around, cupped his fists and saluted: "We are members of the four ancient evil sects. Since ancient times, we have been with hundreds of tribes.
Neighbors, although the four Demon Swordsmen and I are itchy, we still can't participate in the competition between the two races."
After saying this, he called the other three successors and exited the void arena, leaving dozens of young prodigies speechless. They wanted to leave this place, but they couldn't find a good reason.
The elders of the four ancient evil sects sat down again, and the four descendants stood behind them. They turned a blind eye to the fight between the two clans, except for the occasional flash of disdain in their eyes.
No one knows the heritage of the hundreds of ancient tribes better than them. This world has just begun for ten thousand years. Whether it is the so-called sect's holy land or the hidden sect, it only has ten thousand years of heritage. How can it compete with the hundreds of tribes that dominated the ancient era?
The four ancient evil sects have already seen the future, and they are afraid that the scene in ancient times will repeat itself again, with the human race being enslaved and hundreds of races once again dominating the starry sky. However, the four ancient evil sects will never be able to turn against the hundreds of races.
When they participated in the feast of hundreds of tribes this time, the human race thought that they were on their own side, but the human race in the holy domain did not know that the four ancient evil sects were transcendent from the world, and they just dismissed the talk of the human race.
They came here to explain their position to the hundreds of tribes, hoping to peacefully coexist with them as they did in ancient times. This was also their original intention of coming here.
In the ancient battlefield, the human monks of the Holy Domain looked bleak. They looked at the young prodigy in the void battle, hoping that a peerless figure would appear who could frustrate the spirit of the saints of hundreds of tribes.
Unfortunately, they were disappointed in the end.
In the two holy lands of Netherworld and Wangqing, the saint son and saint girl were slaughtered by Gu Qing. The newly selected saint son and saint girl had just broken through to the realm of knotting. Her own cultivation level was not to mention compared with that of the saint sons of hundreds of tribes, even compared with Ye Yixiao.
There are also several small realm differences. Even Ye Yixiao died tragically here. How can they be the opponent of the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan.
The saints and saints of the two sects had already retreated behind everyone, and faced the expectant gazes of the monks in the holy realm, as if they had not seen them at all.
In the void arena, there was a strange atmosphere. None of the dozens of geniuses from the human race showed up to fight. The battle between the geniuses from the two races that the humans had been looking forward to showed signs of falling apart.
"jingle."
The golden bell rang, charming and wise, and saw Shangguan Ling'er stepping out, a pair of acacia rings lying on both sides of the jade shoulders, like jade tender feet emitting crystal light, and the two golden bells on the bare feet emitted a soul-catching charm.
The sound makes people look at it like a witch who seduces the soul, and they can't stop.
"Jie Jie Jie."
Looking at Shangguan Ling'er, who was as tender as jade, the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan's eyes were bright, and his mouth was full of sinister laughter. He inherited the bloodline of ancient ghosts and gods. In addition to being good at eating the flesh and blood of living beings, he was also different from ordinary people when it came to women's bodies.
"It is rare among the human race to have such a majestic figure like yours. It would be better to be the concubine of this Holy Son, so as not to die."
The Holy Son of the Ghost Tribe kept laughing lewdly, and the technique of splitting light and shadow made him circle around Shangguan Ling'er. It was obvious that he had a dirty mind towards this girl's beauty.
"Sir, is Ling'er beautiful?"
Shangguan Ling'er danced gracefully, a ring of acacia danced in the wind and clouds, and the skin under the pink gauze bloomed with a charming and soul-catching light.
Evil ghosts in color, colorless and unhappy, this is a common problem among ghost tribesmen. The spectroscopy and shadowing technique suddenly stopped, the vampire's eyes turned with a look of obsession, and he strolled towards Shangguan Ling'er.
"Beauty, I will make your decision today."
As if he had forgotten what the occasion was, the vampire's eyes glowed lustfully, and he threw himself at Shangguan Ling'er. Looking at that appearance, he seemed to be trying to swallow Shangguan Ling'er.
Seeing the Holy Son of the Ghost Tribe rushing toward him, a look of disgust flashed across Shangguan Ling'er's eyes, but the charming smile on her face became even stronger. Her world-famous dance blossomed in this world, and the acacia in her hand danced with her.
A scene appeared that made the Holy Son of the Hundred Clans ashamed and angry. The vampire looked obsessed, constantly chasing Shangguan Ling'er's figure, and sniffing the fragrance in the air from time to time.
Suddenly, Shangguan Ling'er's face turned cold, and the acacia ring shone brightly in pink, instantly wrapping around the neck of the ghost saint son. As the acacia ring in his hand suddenly tightened, a shrill scream sounded in the ghost clan saint son's mouth, which also made him
The mind immersed in desire suddenly wakes up.
"Hmph! I covet this girl's beauty, and I will make you a pervert who dies unjustly today."
The charm is gone, Shangguan Ling'er's aura is extremely cold, and the acacia ring in her hand wraps the ghost saint son around several times. The vast and terrifying power makes the ghost clan saint son's bones continue to rattle. If this continues, this vampire will inevitably be there.
Under the acacia ring, it exploded into a ball of blood mist.
The scene in the Void Arena made the people of the Holy Domain, who had been silent all this time, scream loudly. They suffered two consecutive defeats, and this time they finally came back.