Sword Master Yuexi stood aside and kept exclamating.
"Headmaster Ye, the disciples of your sect cooperate with each other tacitly in battle. Their top-notch combat power is not weak, and their shortcomings are almost non-existent. And Yan Ruyu, a disciple who can heal everyone, will definitely be able to sweep away all the clansmen if this continues."
In her opinion, Piaomiao Sect disciples are perfect.
Although these people look very young, they have high cultivation, strong foundation, good tactics, and strong magical powers.
When combined, they are invincible.
"No, they will die fighting and then come back."
Ye Feng shook his head.
"Ah?" Yuexi Sword Master was stunned.
Die in battle?
how can that be possible?
The disciples of the Piaomiao Sect have clearly gained an advantage, and as long as they maintain this advantage, they will definitely be able to wipe out all the tribesmen.
Why does Ye Feng still say that?
"You'll understand after you see it."
Ye Feng shook his head and pointed ahead.
Yuexi Sword Master stopped talking.
She held the sword quietly and looked at the battlefield.
"Kendo cuts ruthlessly!"
Huo Yunjie drew his sword and slashed. His body was filled with the cold madman's ruthless sword intent, which shrouded the void. Dozens of people from all races were wrapped in it, and they immediately lost their fighting power.
Tear it apart!
Ding Baixue and Lin Yuyan took the opportunity to finish the attack.
In the blink of an eye, dozens more members of the Wanzu clan died.
Another war group.
Mo Ying fought against the crowd with her left hand, and held the spiritual sword tightly with her right hand, thrusting out continuously, surrounded by dense sword shadows, engulfing the nearby void.
Wherever you go.
All the people of all races were pierced.
"Dragon fights in the wild!"
Long Tianxing followed closely and used his powerful body to shatter the members of the Ten Thousand Clansmen who were pierced by Mo Ying.
"Sword of Qi and Blood!"
Qiao Jiaxi also came to fight, accompanied by a golden squirrel. The two cooperated with each other and eliminated a large number of enemies.
At this stage.
Among all the disciples of the Piaomiao Sect, Mo Ying is the only one, Huo Yunjie, Qiao Jiaxi, Long Tianxing are the second ones, and the rest are Wang Ping'an, Shi Lei and other disciples.
As for Chu Tianlan...
Strictly speaking, he is not a disciple.
As the former destiny of Tianlan Immortal Domain, he should have become the elder of Piaomiao Sect, but later he became the fifth generation disciple, but because of his higher cultivation level, he did not participate in the war.
The sacred mountain of all ethnic groups.
Seeing his clan members being massacred by the disciples of the Piaomiao Sect and realizing that the situation was over, the leader of the Hunting Clan was furious.
"how so?"
"We gathered people from multiple races, tens of thousands of people, but we were still defeated!"
The heads of the Crazy Ax Clan and the Duantian Clan are very depressed.
"It doesn't matter, I can kill them."
A cold voice sounded.
The leader of the hunting clan's consciousness fell on an ancient black coffin and found that its surface was covered with vine totems. He immediately recognized him and was overjoyed.
"Chief of the Demonic Vine Clan, are you awake?"
The clan leaders asked in surprise.
"Well, I have just recovered and can attack with all my strength, but Ye Feng is too strong. If I fight alone, my chance of winning is almost zero."
The leader of the Demonic Vine Clan continued, "At my peak, I can create a hundred thousand Demonic Vine Clan. Although most of them are not high in cultivation, I will have no problem sweeping away the Piaomiao Sect disciples."
"Okay, then I'll leave it to you."
The leader of the hunting tribe and others became more and more excited.
boom!
The ancient coffin of the Demon Vine Clan leader suddenly trembled.
Ten drops of blood flew out.
They fell towards the Wanzu Continent, and with the help of the peculiar properties of this land, they quickly expanded and became ten vines, bearing countless huge fruits on the surface.
"what is that?"
Strong men from all walks of life noticed this scene.
"Watch out!"
Mo Ying sensed an unusual aura and quickly alerted everyone, taking Long Tianxing, Qiao Jiaxi and others back a hundred feet to temporarily distance themselves.
The fighting between the two sides has temporarily stopped.
"One of the clan leaders on the other side has revived."
Yuexi Sword Master Xiumei frowned slightly, "Master Ye, did you know this a long time ago, so you said that the Piaomiao Sect disciples will definitely lose?"
"um, yes."
Ye Feng nodded.
"In this case, why don't you let them retreat?"
Yuexi Sword Master’s question.
"There is no need to retreat. Even if they die in battle, it is not really dead. It should be regarded as an extremely real experience. Only by bleeding and sweating in daily training can they avoid losing their lives on the real battlefield in the future."
Ye Feng said meaningfully.
Sword Master Yuexi became even more confused.
Her consciousness scanned Mo Ying and others and found that they were extremely real and could not be clones or incarnations.
In other words, they are entities.
The main body died in the battlefield, but the spirit lasts forever, so they are not real deaths?
Yuexi Sword Master couldn't help but think like this.
on the ground.
All ten vines stopped growing.
The fruit on its surface shattered with a "click" and turned into a humanoid creature that fell to the ground. The fruit shell that originally wrapped it turned into a spear.
These humanoid creatures are dark green in color.
They are about one meter tall, covered with thin vines, with six eyes on their faces and a protruding mouth with sharp jagged teeth inside.
Click! Click!
One hundred thousand fruits were all broken.
More and more Demonic Vine Tribes are appearing, totaling one hundred thousand.
"One hundred thousand troops!"
"This is purely numerical crushing. It is impossible for the Piaomiao Sect disciples to win. Why don't you retreat?"
"Are they determined to die?"
Strong men from all walks of life clenched their fists.
They believe that the disciples of the Piaomiao Sect are all young people with great potential. As the saying goes, if you leave the green hills behind, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood. If you encounter an enemy that you can't defeat, just retreat.
If we fight to the death, we will only lose hope.
"Quack!"
The Demonic Vine Clan army was fierce, surrounded by the remaining hunting tribesmen and other strong men, and attacked the Piaomiao Sect disciples.
Tap tap tap!
Shi Lei walked to the front with heavy steps. Standing beside him were Mo Ying, Qiao Jiaxi, Huo Yunjie, Long Tianxing and other core disciples, with expressions of determination on their faces.
on the ground.
Shi Lei took a deep breath and said via voice:
"Junior brothers and sisters."
"We are not the descendants of the original body."
"But, we must treat ourselves as if our true form has descended, and treat this as the last battle in our lives!"
"A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength."
"As practitioners, what we fear most is laziness, contempt, and laxity. When facing powerful enemies, we must be serious regardless of whether we are coming in real form or incarnation."
"Don't laugh and laugh."
"This is not a game, this is a war!"
"kill!"
Shi Lei yelled.
As a senior brother, he is not the strongest, nor the most talented, but he is the most responsible.
After he finished speaking, he rushed forward.
The incarnation of Ma Liangbi in his hand continued to draw in the void, and countless swords, meteorites, and puppets appeared, turning into a torrent and becoming the vanguard, killing the army of all races.
"Attack with all your strength!"
"Kill one to get enough money, kill two to make a profit!"
"I want to hit ten!"
The disciples' fighting spirit was high, without any reservation, they unleashed their most powerful power and charged forward.
A shocking battle breaks out again.
A moment.
Dozens of Piaomiao Sect disciples were besieged by countless Demonic Vine clan members and stabbed to death with the spears in their hands. Their bodies fell to the ground and gradually turned into a pool of blood.
But, even if it is death.
The disciples also raised their sabers high and fought hard to kill.
in the crowd.
Yan Ruyu's eyes were red from crying, and despite the huge consumption on her own body, she treated her fellow juniors and sisters who had not yet fallen.
All major interfaces.
Everyone looked at the Piaomiao Sect disciples who looked determined and were deeply touched.
"Damn all races!"
"I will practice hard, and one day I will kill all the people on the continent and level the sacred mountain of all peoples."
Most of the younger generations of the major forces are gritting their teeth.
If they weren't so far apart, they would have rushed into Wanzu Continent and wiped out all the people of Wanzu.