Chapter 5254 Sword Comes Out, Non-Rank 9 Can't Be Blocked
But the consternation was only for a moment, and soon the stinging domain master gritted his teeth. In the month since Dayan Pass, he has suffered a lot from the human race. Every time he accidentally stepped into the trap, the human race rushed to kill him. Come, when they are rectified, the human race suddenly retreats.
Every time the Black Ink Clan suffered a loss, but there was nowhere to vent.
There are no traps this time, the human race actually rushed out on their own initiative, not so much that they fell into the encirclement of the human race, it is better to say that the black people broke the whereabouts of the human race.
After all, with more than 20,000 people, who can be surrounded?
Today, the human race is called to pay the price for the past.
Sting Chung roared: "Defend the enemy!"
As soon as his words fell, a fierce qi machine had locked him in the distance, and the qi machine was full of murderous intentions, which startled Sting Chung.
Speaking of which, the armies of the two clans have been fighting for more than a hundred years.
Now that he is locked in this Qi machine, Zhe Chung feels very familiar. If it is expected, it should be an extremely powerful eighth-rank Kaitian in the Human Race camp.
The other party seemed to realize that he was the leader of the Black Ink Clan army, so he was targeted as soon as he came up.
Zing Chung had fought against him before, and fighting alone is slightly inferior, so as soon as he realized that the Qi machine had locked himself in, Zing Chung took a stance and withdrew to the back.
At the same time, the Black Ink Clan army around him crowded up and stopped in front.
Sting Chung would not be stupid enough to be against this eighth-rank human race. Now the biggest advantage of the Mo people is the numerical advantage, how could they not take advantage of this to defend against the enemy?
Relying on the restraint of the army by his side, even if there is no way to stop it, it can weaken his strength. At that time, Zhe Chung will have a way to deal with this powerful enemy.
Looking up, I saw the red-haired human race man rushing towards this side. The mighty power of heaven and earth was pushed to the extreme, and his body seemed to be on fire, burning blazingly, and even the surrounding space was twisted and broken.
Not only this figure, but there are many figures of the eighth-rank Kaitian from the human race, all of them are fierce and murderous, revealing an indomitable determination and courage.
Sting Chung was beating a drum in his heart, not knowing what happened to the white people this time.
One of the figures was covered with golden blood mist all over his body, which was a manifestation of urging his own qi and blood power to the extreme.
A figure was wrapped in the sword light, and it was astonishing.
A figure wandered in the void, stepped out, and entered the army of the Black Ink Clan.
Another figure came with a smile, holding the orchid print in his hand, and the petals flying all over his body.
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There was almost no lag, and at the moment when the Human Race army launched the attack, the silhouettes filled with the atmosphere of the Eighth-Rank Open Heaven had already been killed in the Black Ink Clan camp.
Wherever these figures passed, the Mo people turned their backs on their horses, and even though the Mo people had thousands of troops, it was difficult to stop the slaughter of these figures.
The thousands of Black Ink people who are guarding in front of the scorpion is a good force. Among them, there are more than 40 people of the lord level. With such a force, it is the eighth-rank Kaitian attack. Can hold back for a moment.
However, this time when the red-haired, flaming human race man came, these thousands of Mo people couldn't stop his attack at all.
The red-haired man didn't even attack and kill, the flames burning all over his body caused heavy casualties to the Mo people, and the flames didn't know what was mysterious. When they burned, nearly a thousand Mo people were shrouded in flames in an instant. Howling.
The red-haired man just slammed into Zhe Chung not far in front of him, ignoring the secret technique attacks that were aimed at him from all directions.
"Are you crazy?" Zhe Chung shouted in horror.
Without him, he finally understood what was wrong, this red-haired man actually burned his blood!
This is the unique method of human race powerhouses. He has heard Mo disciples talk about this matter. The blood and essence of human race powerhouses are extremely precious. Martial Artists will use the burning blood essence, and only do so at the juncture of life and death.
Because burning one's own blood essence can certainly increase the strength in a short period of time, but the sequelae are also extremely terrifying. At least one weakness cannot be escaped. In severe cases, the foundation may be damaged and the cultivation base may drop.
But now, right in front of his eyes, the two armies are fighting, and a powerful eighth-rank Human Race rushed to kill with blood and blood. Isn't this crazy?
The war has just started! There has never been a life-and-death crisis at all, let alone an inevitable benefit.
Zhe Chung couldn't understand why this eighth-rank Human Race did this.
Although he didn't understand it, he knew that he was going to be unlucky!
Fighting alone is not an opponent, and the opponent has burned blood and blood, and his strength has skyrocketed. How can he stop it? If it weren't for this, the thousands of Mo people who were guarding the front would not have been able to break through the defense line without meritorious deeds.
As soon as Zhe Chung's words fell, Ouyang Lie reached out and grabbed it in the void, and a delicate long sword appeared in his hand.
It was hard to imagine that a man as rude as him would use such a delicate long sword as the secret treasure.
But in fact, this is the case. This long sword is the secret treasure of his life and cultivation, and he will not show it to others easily when he is free, because he himself feels that this secret treasure does not match his own image. The wild man who is holding such a delicate long sword always gives people a feeling of incongruity.
He had not used this sword for many years.
Today's sacrifice is the time to fight to the death!
Ouyang Lie, with a sword and without a sword, is two people.
With the long sword in his hand, Ouyang Lie's aura suddenly changed, becoming extremely sharp, and his whole body seemed to be transformed into a long sword that was about to be unsheathed.
The flames that have been burning all over the body quickly spread to the straight sword, and the long sword also turned into a fire sword.
The next moment, the sword qi was reckless, and when the head was under the cover of the sting, the sword and sword took his life, and he did not keep his hands.
The souls of the dead are all smashed. He can feel the killing intent of this eighth-rank human race. From the first time he appeared, he was burning blood and blood. Now he has no intention of defending, and he is obviously trying to fight himself.
What's up with this?
How terrifying a desperate human race is, I didn't know it before, but now I understand.
Even if he went all out, he was not an opponent at all. He was completely at a disadvantage in just a few breaths. Facing the opponent's attack, he was in a hurry to defend, and he was in a state of embarrassment. He fled into the Mo army, hoping to recover the decline with the help of the army.
Ouyang Lie followed closely, the sword light flashed and disappeared, and the stinging stings were covered with ink and blood.
Right at this moment, another lingering sword intent permeated somewhere on the battlefield, and the sword intent was almost beyond imagination.
Accompanied by the pervading sword intent, there seems to be a sword light flashing out.
Immediately afterwards, a low moan rang in everyone's ears: "Butterfly change!"
The aura of a domain owner was suddenly annihilated!
The Chinese army destroyer, Mi Jinglun stood on the deck and looked at the place where the sword light erupted. 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, vaguely touched the threshold of the ninth grade.
This is a sword that a human race eighth-rank Kaitian has cultivated for five thousand years. When the sword comes out, non-ninth-rank can not stop it!
What a radiant light!
Mi Jinglun bowed and bowed deeply!
When the sensational sword erupted, the breath of a domain lord was annihilated, followed by a large number of Mo people's lives, and after a while, the news of the fall of the eighth-rank Kaitian came out.
Zhe Chung, who was being indiscriminately bombarded by Ouyang Lie, turned pale in an instant. The strength of the domain master who had just fallen was not inferior to him, and even slightly stronger due to his special physique.
However, how long did it take to launch an attack from the Eighth Rank of the Human Race? Great ten breath kung fu, actually died?
This is probably the one who died in the confrontation with the human race powerhouse in the history of the fast black ink domain master.
That Jinghong sword can kill the domain master, if it is used to deal with himself... Zhe Chung didn't dare to think about it anymore, and suddenly found that the offensive of the red-haired people 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 occurred all over the battlefield, one after another, extremely mysterious and powerful secret techniques erupted.
These mysterious and powerful secret techniques, not to mention the Mo people have never seen it before, even the human race have never seen it before.
These are desperate secret techniques, and they are not easily shown.
The field of vision on the destroyer was excellent, so Mi Jinglun could clearly see the blooming of these secret techniques throughout the battlefield.
He saw that somewhere on the battlefield, a huge blood-colored flower suddenly bloomed, covering the vast void. In the blood-colored flower, there was an aura that was very familiar to him. It was the essence and blood of an eighth-rank Kaitian.
When the petals of the blood-colored flowers quickly closed, not only did the thousands of Black Ink Clan members wrap in, but even one of the domain masters could not escape.
After half a cup of tea, when the blood-colored flower opened again, there was no breath of life left, and the stamens were full of broken flesh.
He saw somewhere on the battlefield, that Ming Wangtian's eighth-rank Kaitian sacrificed his magical powers and turned into a giant. The power of qi and blood was surging, vertical and horizontal, and he rushed into the formation alone. No one could stop the Mo people.
He saw Senior Brother Cheng spread out his own small universe, wrapping thousands of Mo people into it, the mighty power of the heaven and the earth agitated, fighting a domain master and an eighth-grade black disciple by himself.
He saw that Ouyang Lie was surrounded by the army of the Mo people, and the head of the Mo people, who had been killed by a flaming sword, was retreating.
He saw more than 20,000 soldiers of the North and South Army, relying on the might of the battleship, fought bloody battles with the Mo army. .
One after another, powerful and daunting auras withered one after another on the battlefield, blooming the last brilliance of life.
That brilliance is so dazzling that it will be remembered for a lifetime.