The Continent of Ten Thousand Races.

The battle has reached its most intense stage.

More than 100,000 people gathered on the black rock, shouts of death were heard everywhere, and their eyes were full of determination.

on the ground.

Zhang Tianyuan kept drawing his bow and shooting arrows, sniping and killing those of the same realm from a distance, reducing the pressure on the sect disciples.

However, this battle took too long.

His incarnation energy is about to bottom out.

If you continue like this, you will eventually be killed.

"My strength is about to be exhausted. Senior brothers and sisters, I will go first!"

Zhang Tianyuan roared.

He jumped up and reached a height of tens of meters above the ground. He gathered all the strength in his body into his arms and suddenly drew the bow, causing an arrow as bright as the sun to appear in front of him.

"One arrow...shoot the sun!"

Zhang Tianyuan suddenly fired his arrow.

call out!

This golden arrow was shot out, instantly piercing through dozens of Wanzu tribesmen, stringing them together, and slamming into the hundreds of Wanzu tribesmen behind them.

Immediately afterwards.

boom!

The golden arrow exploded like a sun.

Within a radius of a hundred feet, all the people of all races were killed and turned into ashes, making a huge contribution.

However, Zhang Tianyuan was also exhausted.

Whoosh!

More than a dozen members of the Demonic Vine Tribe aimed at him as he jumped into the air, suddenly threw their spears, and stabbed Zhang Tianyuan, who was carrying the Heavenly Bow Holy Body, into a hedgehog and exploded on the spot.

"Junior Brother Zhang!"

Shi Lei roared.

"Ah ah ah, you are looking for death!"

As a fourth-generation senior sister, Xia Wenwen looked at Zhang Tianyuan, who was also a fourth-generation disciple, with red eyes. She burst out with the power accumulated in her body, like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, and blasted the nearby Demon Vine tribe members with one punch.

.

However, Xia Wenwen was still too weak after all.

In an instant.

She had been penetrated by the spears thrown by hundreds of Demon Vine clansmen, and her body exploded.

"Senior Sister Xia!"

All four generations of disciples were angry.

When the third-generation senior brother Han Yonghui saw this scene, he became angry and pushed him with his third-generation disciples.

The first, second and fifth generation disciples are also fighting fiercely.

However, they were almost exhausted.

Seeing more and more of his fellow students falling around him, Huo Yunjie's heart felt like it was bleeding.

"Not crazy, not live!"

Huo Yunjie stabbed his chest with a sword, extracting all the power from his body, and quickly drew the sword with his right hand, performing the sword-drawing technique based on the madman's ruthless sword for the first time.

Behind him, a shadow actually appeared.

That was a crazy old man.

Crazy sword master!

The founder of "Unknown Sword Manual".

tear!

As Huo Yunjie slashed out with his sword, the bright sword light was like countless suns rising at the same time, illuminating the surrounding area with a golden white color, making it impossible to see what was going on.

After a while.

The light fades.

Everyone looked at the battlefield and couldn't help but gasp.

Huo Yunjie's sword actually took away more than 10,000 people of all races, and even the battle group was split open with a huge gap.

High in the air.

Huo Yunjie was full of illusions.

"Haha, it worked!"

"This is the madman's sword-drawing technique!"

Huo Yunjie looked up to the sky and laughed, and his body gradually faded until it completely disappeared.

"Yunjie!"

Ding Baixue and Lin Yuyan cried loudly.

"Two swords combined!"

The two women overlapped their swords in mid-air, activating the remaining power in their bodies to instantly kill hundreds of Demon Vine clansmen. Then, they also fell to the ground and their bodies dissipated.

"It's so tragic!"

"It's such a pity that such an amazing disciple of the Piaomiao Sect died like this."

"His name is Huo Yunjie?"

"If this person does not die, he will definitely become the ultimate sword master famous in the three thousand worlds in the future!"

"Oh, it's so sad."

Practitioners from all walks of life cried loudly.

"Why doesn't Master Ye let the Piaomiao Sect disciples retreat? You are so cold-blooded!"

"Is there anyone in charge like this?"

Some people also condemned Ye Feng.

at the moment.

There are only a few hundred disciples of the Piaomiao Sect left.

They are all beings above the Shattering Void Realm and have strong fighting power. Even if the power in their bodies is about to be exhausted, they still use all their fighting power to fight bravely.

"Burn you to death!"

Wang Ping'an stepped on the fire dragon and rushed into the thousands of Demonic Vine tribe members. Fire defeated the wood and burned a large number of tribesmen to death in an instant.

Whoosh!

However, countless Demon Vine tribe members threw spears and turned Wang Pingan into a hedgehog.

"burst!"

Seeing that he was about to dissipate, Wang Ping'an gritted his teeth, rushed into the group of Demonic Vine Clan members, and exploded in an instant.

boom!

A big fireball engulfed the surrounding area.

Thousands of Demon Vine tribe members were burned to ashes.

"Even a generation of disciples are dead?"

Practitioners from all walks of life knew that Wang Ping'an was a disciple of the first generation, and when they saw him dying by self-destruction, everyone showed regret.

Some women are even crying.

They think Wang Pingan is very cute, he can play with fire, and he is handsome. Although he is not tall, he is deeply loved by countless practitioners of his elder generation.

His death made countless people cry.

on the ground.

Mo Ying, Shi Lei and other disciples are still there.

Nowadays, those in the best condition are Qiao Jiaxi and Long Tianxing. They are physical practitioners and do not need to consume too much energy, so they can last longer in battle.

"My strength is running out."

"mine too."
To be continued...