"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 for an army of all races.

boom!

It suddenly exploded, and a figure covered with barbs stood up, with a pair of wise little eyes full of bright cold light, and the body surface 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. How come he didn't die?"

"It doesn't die easily."

Ye Feng said.

When a 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, I 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 being killed."

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

The chiefs of all tribes began to discuss.

"let me."

The ancient coffin where the leader of the Demonic Vine Clan was placed shook 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 a hundred million 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 forcefully and with a flurry of swords, she finally cut the opponent into pieces and successfully defeated the main powerful enemy.

"Shenlong Fist!"

The golden giant roared angrily, his arms were coiled by the golden dragon, and he pierced the spears of two of the Demon Vine Tribe's fourth-level quasi-saints, blowing the third opponent's head off.

"Backstab!"

But I heard the voice of Mo Ying.

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 turned around quickly 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 Pingtou 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 patriarchs were angry.

"Chief of the Demonic Vine Clan, why are you, 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 clan member?"

“Just send it!”

The leader of the hunting clan and others immediately gathered their origins and gathered a clansman of the same clan, all of whom were turn four 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 Flathead.

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. His whole body was covered with scars and one of his arms was torn off.

However, it simply refused to admit defeat.
To be continued...