However, he was shocked for only a moment, and soon the Lord of Zhe Chong Domain gritted his teeth. During the month of setting off at Da Yan Pass, he suffered a lot of hardship from the human race. Every time he accidentally stepped into a trap, the human race rushed over. After they were rectified, the human race suddenly retreated.

Every time the Mo tribe suffers a loss, but has nowhere to vent.

This time there was no trap, and the human race actually rushed out. Rather than saying that they fell into the encirclement of the human race, the Mo race broke through the whereabouts of the human race.

After all, who can more than 20,000 human races surround?

Today, the human race is asked to pay the price for the previous ones.

Zhe Chong roared: "Defend the enemy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce aura had already locked him away. The aura was full of murderous intent, which scared Zhezhong.

Speaking of which, the two tribes have been in battle for more than a hundred years, and the domain masters have fought with the eighth-rank Kaitian of the human race, and they have some understanding of each other.

Now that he locked his qi machine, Zhe Chong felt very familiar. If it was expected, he should be an extremely powerful eighth-grade Kaitian in the human camp.

The other party seemed to realize that he was the leader of the Mo army, so he targeted him as soon as he got up.

Zhe Chong fought with him, and he was a little inferior to the fight alone. So he suddenly realized that the energy was locked in him, Zhe Chong paused and retreated to the back.

At the same time, the Mo army around him surrounded him and stood in front of him.

Only by zhe Chong won’t be stupid enough to match the eighth grade of this human race. The biggest advantage of the Mo race now is its numerical advantage. How can we not use this to defend the enemy?

Relying on the restraint of the army beside him, even if he can't stop him, he can weaken his power. At that time, Zhe Chong will have his own way to deal with this powerful enemy.

Looking up, I saw the red-haired human man rushing towards this side. The great power of heaven and earth was urged to the extreme, and his body seemed to be on fire, burning wildly, even the surrounding space was twisted and broken.

Not only this figure, but many eighth-grade Kaitian figures emerged from the human race, all of them were fierce, murderous intent, and exuded an indomitable determination and courage.

Zhe Chong's heart was full of sway, and he couldn't figure out what the human race was like this time.

One of the figures was wrapped in golden blood mist, which was a manifestation of urging the power of his own qi and blood to the extreme.

A figure wrapped in the sword light, as graceful as a terrifying geese.

A figure walked around in the void, stepped out, and had already reached the Mo army.

Another figure came with a smile, pinching the orchid flower mark with his hands, and the petals all over his body floated.

...

There was almost no delay. At the moment when the human army launched an attack, these figures filled with the aura of eighth-grade Kaitian had already entered the Mo clan's camp.

Wherever these figures pass, the Mo tribe army is overturned by people and horses. Even if the Mo tribe has thousands of troops, it is still difficult to stop the killing of these figures.

The thousands of Mo tribes who were deployed in front of Zhezhong were originally a great force, among which there were more than 40 Mo tribes at the lord level. With such a force, even if the eighth-grade Kaitian attacks, they can be blocked for a while.

However, this time when the human man with red hair and blazing fire came, the thousands of Mo tribes could not stop his offensive at all.

The red-haired man did not even attack and kill. The flames burning all over his body caused heavy casualties and injuries. I don’t know what the fire was. After it was burned, in an instant, nearly a thousand Mo tribes were shrouded in flames and screamed shrillly.

The red-haired man rushed straight to Zhe Chong not far away, regardless of the secret attacks he was attacking him from all directions.

"Are you crazy?" Zhe Chong screamed in horror.

No, he finally understood something was wrong, and the red-haired man actually burned his essence and blood!

This is a unique method for the powerful human race. He once heard Mo disciples talk about this. The essence and blood of the powerful human race are extremely precious. If the essence accumulated over the years of practice is not forced, no warrior would use the burning essence and blood. He would only do this at the moment of life and death.

Because burning one's own essence and blood can certainly increase its strength in a short period of time, the sequelae are also extremely terrifying. At least one weakness cannot be eliminated. In severe cases, the foundation may be damaged and the cultivation level will decline.

But now, just before his eyes, the two armies were fighting, and a powerful eighth-rank human race rushed over with blood burning. Isn't this crazy?

The war has just begun now! There has never been any crisis on the front line of life and death, and there is no inevitable benefit.

Zhe Chong couldn't figure out why this eighth-rank human race did this.

Although he couldn't figure it out, he knew that he was going to be in trouble!

If you fight alone, you are not an opponent, and the opponent burns his essence and blood again, and his strength has increased sharply. How can you stop it? If not, the thousands of Mo tribes who were in front of him would not have been broken through the defense line without any contribution.

As soon as Zhe Chong finished speaking, Ouyang Lie reached out and grabbed the void, and a delicate sword appeared in his hand.

It is hard to imagine that a man as rough as him used a secret treasure like this, such a delicate sword.

But in fact, this is the case. This sword is the secret treasure of his own cultivation. He will not show it to others at any time because he himself thinks that the secret treasure does not match his own image. For example, a wild man with a strong body and red hair, holding such a delicate sword, always gives people an incongruous feeling.

He hasn't used this sword for many years.

Today's sacrifice is the time to fight to the death!

Ouyang Lie, who has a sword and no sword, are two people.

With the long sword in hand, Ouyang Lie's breath suddenly changed, becoming extremely sharp, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a long sword about to be unsheathed. The sharp sword intent made Zhe Chong's heart thrill.

The flames that had been burning around him quickly spread across the sword body, and the long sword also turned into a fire sword.

The next moment, the sword energy was reckless, and he was pounding his head to the slash, and the sword took his life without stopping his moves.

The souls of the dead were all exposed. He could feel the murderous intention of the eighth-grade human race. He had been burning his essence and blood when he first appeared. Now he had no intention of defending. He obviously wanted to fight with himself.

Why this?

How terrifying is a desperate eighth-grade human race? I didn’t know much about it before, but now I understand.

Even if he did his best, he was no longer an opponent. He was completely at a disadvantage in just a few breaths. Facing the opponent's attack, he was in a hurry to defend himself and was in a mess. He could only continue to lead the eighth-rank human race to escape into the Mo clan army, hoping to use the army's hands to restore the decline.

Ouyang Lie followed closely behind, and the sword light flashed, and the ink blood flew away all over his body. He was also shocked by attacks from all directions, and his clothes were stained with blood.

At this moment, another sharp sword intent was spreading somewhere on the battlefield. The sword intent was so strong that it was almost beyond imagination.

As the sword intent spread, a sword light seemed to flash.

Immediately afterwards, a low whisper sounded in everyone's ears: "Butterfly Transformation!"

The aura of the Domain Lord suddenly disappeared!

Mi Jinglun stood on the deck on the deck, looking at the place where the sword light exploded. Jinghong at that moment was the strongest sword he had ever seen. This sword almost exceeded the eighth grade range and vaguely touched the threshold of the ninth grade.

This is a sword that a human race has been practicing hard for five thousand years for eighth grade Kaitian. When the sword comes out, it cannot be stopped by the ninth grade!

What a brilliant light!

Mi Jinglun bowed and bowed deeply!

When the sensational sword erupted, the aura of a domain lord was then annihilated, and then a large number of Mo clan lives were destroyed. After a moment, the news of the eighth-grade Kaitian falling out.

Zhe Chong, who was bombarded by Ouyang Lie, looked pale in an instant. The domain master who had just fallen was no less powerful than him. He was even slightly stronger because of his special physique.

However, how long has it been since the eighth grade of the human race launched an attack? He died in awe of ten breaths?

This is probably the fast Mo tribe domain master who died in the battle with the powerful human race in history.

The Jinghong sword could kill the domain lord. If it was used to deal with him... Zhe Chong didn't dare to think about it anymore, and suddenly realized that the attack of the red-haired human race in front of him was not so violent.

The sword light seemed to be an introductory force.

Since the sword light, a series of unexpected reactions have occurred everywhere in the battlefield, one extremely mysterious and powerful secret technique has exploded.

Not to mention that these mysterious and powerful secret techniques have never been seen before by the Mo clan, even the human clan has never seen them before.

These are all desperate secret techniques that will not be shown to others easily.

The vision on the ink destroyer was excellent, so Mi Jinglun could see the blooming of these secret techniques clearly throughout the battlefield.

He saw a huge blood-colored flower suddenly blooming somewhere on the battlefield, covering the vast void. The blood-colored flower exuded an aura that made him extremely familiar. It was transformed by all the essence and blood of an eighth-grade Kaitian.

When the petals of the blood-colored flowers quickly closed, not only did they wrap thousands of the Imperial Clans there, but even one of the domain masters could not escape.

After half a cup of tea, when the blood-colored flower opened again, no breath of life remained, and the stamens were filled with minced meat.

He saw that somewhere on the battlefield, the eighth-grade Kaitian of Ming Wangtian sacrificed his magical powers and turned into a giant, with the power of qi and blood surging, and he rushed alone, and the Mo clan was unstoppable.

He saw Senior Brother Cheng spread his own small universe and wrapped thousands of Mo clans into it. The great power of heaven and earth was stirred up, and he fought with one person's strength and an eighth-grade Mo disciple.

He saw Ouyang Lie alone in the siege of the Mo clan army, and the Mo clan domain masters were defeated step by step with a long sword of fire.

He saw more than 20,000 soldiers from the North and South Army, fighting bloody battles with the Mo army with the power of warships.

A series of powerful and intimidating auras are dying one after another in the battlefield, blooming the last glory of life.
Chapter completed!