However, the astonishment was only a moment. Soon the stinging domain master gritted his teeth. During the month of starting from Dayan Pass, he suffered a lot from the human race. Every time he accidentally stepped into the trap, the human race rushed and killed. Come, when they are rectified, the human race suddenly retreats.
Every time the Mo clan suffered a loss, but there was nowhere to vent.
There were no traps this time, and the Human Race took the initiative to rush out. It is not so much that they fell into the encirclement of the Human Race, it is better to say that the Mo Race broke through the human race's whereabouts.
After all, who can surround more than 20,000 human races
Today, the human race is asked to pay the price for all the previous things.
The sting roared: "Fight against the enemy!"
When his voice fell, a fierce air machine had already locked him away, and the air machine was full of murderous intent, which shocked the sting.
Speaking of it, the two tribe armies have fought for more than a hundred years, and the domain masters have often fought against the eighth rank Kaitian of the human race, and they have understood each other to some extent.
Now that the Qi machine locked to him, Sting Zong felt very familiar. If it was expected to be good, it should be an extremely powerful 8-Rank Kaitian in the Human Race.
The opponent seemed to realize that he was the leader of the Mo tribe army, so he targeted it right away.
Sting pounded with him before, and it was a bit inferior to fight alone, so when he realized that this Qi machine locked himself, Sting pounded his body for a while, and then withdrew back.
At the same time, the Mozu army around him rushed forward and blocked the front.
Stinging will not be stupid enough to put it right against this human race's eighth rank. Now the Mo Clan's greatest advantage is its quantitative advantage, how can it not use this to defend against the enemy
Relying on the restraint of the army next to him, even if there is no way to stop him, it can weaken his strength, and Sting Zhe will have his own way to deal with this powerful enemy.
Looking up, he saw the red-haired human race man rushing towards this side, his body was urged to the extreme, his body seemed to be on fire, burning blazingly, even the surrounding space was distorted and shattered.
Not only this figure, but also a lot of eight-Rank Kaitian figures sprang out from the human race, all of them are fierce and murderous, revealing an unrelenting determination and courage.
Sting slapped his heart on the drum, wondering what happened to the human race this time.
One of the figures was covered in golden blood [新笔趣阁www.xbiquge.biz] mist, which was a manifestation of urging the power of its own blood to the extreme.
A figure wrapped in the sword light, Pianruo shocked.
A figure strolled in the void, stepped out, and reached the Mo tribe army.
Another figure came with a smile, pinching the orchid flower print, and petals flying around her body.
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There was almost no lag, the moment the human army launched an offensive, the figures filled with the breath of the eighth rank had already been killed in the Mo family camp.
Wherever these figures passed, the Mo tribe's army turned their backs on their backs. Even though the Mo tribe had thousands of troops, they could hardly stop the pace of these figures' killing.
Thousands of Mo tribes armed in front of the sting pound are a decent force. Among them, there are more than 40 of the lord-level Mo tribes. With such a force, the Eighth Stage Open Heaven is coming. Can block a moment.
However, this time when the red-haired, flaming human race man came, these thousands of Mo races could not stop his offensive at all.
The red-haired man didn't even attack and kill. The burning flames alone caused the Mo people to suffer heavy casualties. The flames did not know any mystery. The flames burned, and in an instant of effort, nearly a thousand Mo people were shrouded in flames and shuddered. Howling miserably.
The red-haired man just rushed straight into the distance in front of the sting cheater, ignoring the secret art attacks that were hitting him from all directions.
"Are you crazy?" Sting Jiao yelled in horror.
Without him, he finally understood what was wrong, this red-haired man burned his own blood!
This is a unique method of the human race. He has heard the Mo disciples talk about it. The essence and blood of the human race are extremely precious. The essence of the long years of cultivation is the power of the essence, if it is not forced, there is no one. The warrior will use the burning essence and blood, and will only do so at the juncture of life and death.
Although burning one's own essence and blood can greatly increase the strength in a short period of time, the sequelae are also extremely terrifying.
But now, right in front of his eyes, the two armies only fought, and a powerful eighth-rank human race rushed in with burning essence and blood. Isn't this madness
Now the war has just started! There has never been a life-and-death crisis at all, and there is no inevitable benefit.
Sting Jia couldn't figure out why this Human Race Eighth Rank would do this.
Although he didn't understand, he knew that he was going to be unlucky!
Fighting alone is not an opponent. The opponent has burned his blood and his strength has skyrocketed. How can he stop it? If this were not the case, the thousands of Mo tribes who were armed in front would not be able to break through the line of defense without any contribution.
When the voice of Sting Zip came down, Ouyang Lie had already probing his hand in the void and grabbed it, and a delicate long sword appeared in his hand.
It is hard to imagine that a man like him is using such a delicate long sword.
But in fact, this is the case. This long sword is the secret treasure of his natural life, and he will not easily show it in his leisure time, because he himself feels that this secret treasure does not match his own image. He is a strong figure with red hair. The wild man holding such a delicate sword always gives people a sense of incongruity.
He hadn't used this sword for many years.
Today's sacrifice is the time to fight to the death!
Ouyang Lie, with sword and without sword, are two people.
With the long sword in his hand, Ouyang Lie's body aura suddenly changed, becoming extremely sharp, and his whole body seemed to be transformed into a long sword about to be out of its sheath, and that Ling Lie sword intent made Sting's heart frightened.
The flame that had been burning all over the body quickly spread to straighten the blade, and the long sword turned into a fire sword.
In the next moment, the sword spirit was wanton, and the head was under the stinging cover.
He can feel the murderous intent of this human race's eighth rank. He has been burning his blood since he first appeared. Now he has no intention of defending, and he is obviously trying to fight himself.
Where is this
How terrifying a desperate 8-Rank Human Race is, I didn't know before Sting, but now I understand.
Even though he went all out, he was not an opponent at all. He was completely downwind in just a few breaths of time. Facing the opponent's attack, he was hurriedly defending and embarrassed. He could only continue to lead this human race's eighth rank. Fleeing to the Mo army, hoping to use the army's hand to restore the decline.
Ouyang Lie followed closely, the sword light flickering, the sting flies all over his body, and the whole body was stunned by the attacks from all directions, and his clothes were stained red with blood.
At this moment, there was another Lingxu sword intent permeating somewhere on the battlefield. The sword intent was so strong that it was almost beyond imagination.
Along with the sword intent, there seemed to be a flash of sword light.
Immediately afterwards, a low groan rang in everyone's ears: "Diebian!"
The breath of the domain master suddenly annihilated!
On the Chinese army destroyer, Mi Jinglun stood on the deck, looking at the place where the sword light burst. The shock at that moment was the strongest sword he had ever seen in his life. This sword had almost surpassed the eighth rank. The category of, vaguely touched the threshold of the nine products.
This is a sword that has been cultivated for five thousand years with the eighth rank of the human race.
What a brilliant light!
Mi Jinglun bowed, bowed deeply!
When that sensational sword exploded, the aura of a domain master was annihilated, and what was immediately annihilated was a large number of Mo clan lives. After another moment, the movement of the eighth-Rank Open Heaven fell.
The stinging face that was being bombarded by Ouyang Lie was instantly pale, and the strength of the domain master who had just fallen was not inferior to him, and even slightly stronger because of his special physique.
However, how long has it been since the eighth rank of Human Race launched an attack? What a great ten breath effort, it's dead
This is probably due to the fact that he has died in the opponent's Mo family in the battle against the strong human race in history.
That Jinghong sword can kill the domain master, if it is used to deal with himself... Sting Zhu didn't dare to think about it anymore, and suddenly found that the offensive of the red-haired human race in front of him was not so violent.
That sword light seemed to be an introduction.
After that sword light, a series of unexpected reactions took place everywhere on the battlefield, one after another, the most mysterious and powerful secret technique exploded.
These mysterious and powerful secret techniques, not to mention that the Mo Clan had never seen it before, or the Human Clan had never seen it before.
These are all desperate secret techniques and will not be easily revealed.
The vision on the destroyer is excellent, so in the entire battlefield, Mi Jinglun can see the blooming of these secret arts clearly.
He saw somewhere on the battlefield, a huge blood-colored flower suddenly bloomed, covering the vast void. The blood-colored flower contained an aura that made him extremely familiar, which was transformed by all the essence and blood of an 8-Rank Open Heaven.
When the petals of the scarlet flower closed quickly, not only did it encase the thousands of Mo people over there, but even one of the domain masters could not escape.
After half a cup of tea, when the blood-colored flowers opened again, there was no breath of life remaining, and the stamens were full of broken flesh.
He saw somewhere on the battlefield, that Ming Wangtian’s eighth-rank Kaitian Sacrifice had supernatural powers, transformed into a giant, surging in strength and blood, struggling vertically and horizontally, rushing into the battle alone, and the Mo Clan was unstoppable.
He saw Senior Brother Cheng spreading his own small universe, wrapping thousands of Mo people into it, surging the power of heaven and earth, fighting a domain lord and an eighth-rank Mo disciple with one person's power.
He saw Ouyang Lie trapped alone by the Mo family's army, but the Mo family's master who had been killed by a fire sword retreated steadily.
He saw more than 20,000 soldiers from the North and South Army fighting bloody battles with the Mo army by virtue of the power of the warships.
Powerful and intimidating auras are withering one after another everywhere on the battlefield, blooming with the last brilliance of life.
That brilliance is so dazzling that it will be remembered for a lifetime.