Chapter 1,248 Piaomiao Sect Disciples

on the ground.

Ye Feng is watching the battle.

Sword Master Yuexi stood aside, exclamating incessantly.

"Headmaster Ye, the disciples of your sect cooperate with each other tacitly in battle. Their top combat power is not weak, their shortcomings are almost non-existent, and there is Yan Ruyu, a disciple who can heal everyone. If this continues, they will surely be able to sweep away all the clansmen."

In her opinion, the Piaomiao Sect disciples are perfect.

Although these people look young, they have high cultivation, strong foundation, good tactics, and strong magical powers.

When combined, they are invincible.

"No, they will fight to the death and 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.

"Swordsmanship 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 of 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 make a last-ditch 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 over to fight, accompanied by a little 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 battle.

The sacred mountain of all ethnic groups.

Seeing his clan members being massacred by the Piaomiao Sect disciples 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 were very depressed.

"It doesn't matter, I can kill them."

A cold voice sounded.

The hunting tribe leader'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 one 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 it's up 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 trembled suddenly.

Ten drops of blood flew out.

They fell towards the Ten Thousand Races Continent, and with the help of the peculiar properties of this land, they quickly expanded into 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. She led Long Tianxing, Qiao Jiaxi and others back a hundred feet to temporarily distance themselves.

The fighting between the two sides 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 asked.

"There is no need to retreat. Even if they die in battle, they are not really dead. It is 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.

Yuexi Sword Master was 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 body dies in battle, but the spirit lives on 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 falling to the ground. The fruit shell that originally wrapped it turned into a spear.

These humanoids 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 shattered.

More and more Demonic Vine Clan appeared, totaling 100,000.

"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, they can leave the green mountains without worrying about running out of firewood. If they encounter an enemy that they cannot defeat, they can 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 original body."

"But, we have to treat ourselves as if our true form has arrived, and treat this as the last battle in our lives!"

"When a lion fights a rabbit, he also uses all his strength."

"As practitioners, what we fear most is laziness, contempt, and laxity. When facing a powerful enemy, we must be serious whether we are coming in real form or incarnation."

"No giggling."

"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 Ma Liangbi incarnation 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 money!"

"I want to hit ten!"

The disciples' fighting spirit was high and without reservation, they unleashed their most powerful power and charged forward.

A shocking battle breaks out again.

For 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 her huge consumption, 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 definitely 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 wanted to rush into Wanzu Continent and wipe out all the people of Wanzu.