Yang Cheng laughed and said, "What's the matter, as long as it's my human race, as long as it's my people from the Eastern Wilderness Heavenly Dynasty, what do other people care about?"

Zheng Lun laughed and said, "That's what I said, let's take care of the front first!haha!"

Yang Cheng laughed, and said arrogantly: "How is it? Senior brother, can you still kill?"

Zheng Lun waved his hand and said, "Senior brother, the qi in my body is still very strong at the moment, do you want to compare?"

Yang Cheng smiled and said: "Senior brother, have you forgotten that what you cultivate for your brother is the qi of the thick earth, and in terms of the majesty of the qi in the body, you are still far behind!"

Zheng Lun said without showing weakness: "Senior brother, don't forget, junior brother, I refine the qi of Aoki, the qi in my body, it is endless, and in terms of lasting ability, it is not under you!"

"Haha!" Yang Cheng laughed and said, "Then what are you waiting for?

"Kill!"

The two figures flashed and quickly disappeared into the battlefield.

The battle continued, and Wei Wou-Ki shuttled across the battlefield, the sword in his hand like the scythe of death, taking the life of a famous general-level alien.

His figure was a little bit away, not giving those warriors of the Hundred Clans a chance to strike together, and far away, a ghost king powerhouse also discovered Wei Wuji's strength, and his figure disappeared in a flash, quietly sneaking towards Wei Wuji's side.

With a click, the sword embryo in Wei Wuji's hand swirled, and a sword pierced through the chest of the demon general in front of him, instantly twisting his demon core into pieces.

With a snort, his body slammed backwards, avoiding the strength of a joint blow of hundreds of hundred warriors, and then his body moved, like a ghost, he came to the group of warriors of the hundred tribes, the sword in his hand together, the sword qi and sword qi that were more than several zhang long had already swept out, and with only one blow, the group of warriors of the hundred tribes had already fallen a large piece.

At such a distance, they can have enough time to send out a joint blow, it is already very good, the difference in strength between the two sides is too much, with their cultivation realm, once the strong man of the human race approaches, they simply do not have enough ability to resist, death is their final end.

"I'll go!"

Suddenly, Wei Wuji shouted violently, his figure flashed to the side with great speed, and with a click, a snow-bright and matchless sword light had already slashed directly at the place where Fang had just stood, and as far as the sword qi reached, a knife mark more than a hundred zhang long appeared deep on the ground.

Wei Wuji looked up and saw a ghostly ghost king staring at him with a cold face.

Looking at the thick ghost aura emanating from his body, as well as the five ghost flames that swirled around him like a whirlpool, with a dark blue color, it was a fifth-order ghost king.

Wei Wuji remembered what Long Shan said before, and he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart: he was really targeted by the powerhouses of the hundred clans!

He glanced back at the deep knife mark, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, if he hadn't suddenly felt a sense of crisis and avoided it in advance, he was afraid that it would have been able to kill him!

Suddenly, a sword light pierced the sky, instantly

Suspended above Wei Wuji, Zong Ming of the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect stared at the ghost king with a cold face and said, "Really your mother's talent, the dignified fifth-order ghost king, actually made a move against a mid-level cultivator, the hundred clans are really getting more and more unpopular!"

The ghost king said with a proud and cold face: "On the battlefield, there is only life and death, how can there be fairness?"

"Good!"

Zong Ming nodded slightly, a murderous aura flashed from his eyes, he raised his hand and pointed at it, and then an incomparable sword qi shot out from his fingers, roaring and falling on the battlefield below.

Suddenly, the blood light burst out, and the screams were frequent, and the sword light shuttled through the battlefield with great agility, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten ghost generals from the ghost prison had disappeared directly between heaven and earth.

Zong Ming stared at the ghost king coldly and said, "How is it?"

"Roar!"

Crowe from the Ghost Prison couldn't help but let out an angry roar, the battlefield near here was dominated by the warriors of his Ghost Prison, with their density, with the strength of Zong Ming's reincarnation five turns, he could kill a large area with a single sword at will.

And those monks of the Terran race, most of them were scattered, if he wanted to be like Zong Ming, although he could do it, but just like Zong Ming appeared in front of him, the slightly stronger king-level powers on their side were all stared at by the other party, if he hadn't just arrived from the rear, he was afraid that he wouldn't even have a chance to make a move against Wei Wuji, and he would be stopped by other powers of the Terran race.

Crowe said coldly: "Even if this king doesn't make a move, do you think that no one else will make a move?"

Zong Ming said lightly: "If you don't make a move, what about the others...... Hehe......"

The implication of his words was that as long as Crowe didn't make a move, as for the others, he Zongming would also disdain it.

"Very good, old fellow, looking at your suitable sword qi, you should be from a place called the Sky Splitting Sword Sect, right?

"Hey!" Zong Ming shook his head and said helplessly: "When did a ghost king with impure blood be able to be so arrogant?"

With a flash of brilliance, a domineering and incomparable sword intent burst out from Zong Ming's body, and the long sword behind him let out a clear sound, and with a light shout, a sword light jumped out from Zong Ming's back, and slashed towards Crowe with great speed.

"Roar!"

Crowe roared, and endless ghost qi rose from his body, and he violently punched the sword qi that Zong Ming had slashed and scattered it, and then the black mist moved, and he had already raised his sword and rushed towards Zong Ming.

"Didn't you say that you would give this seat a chance?" Zong Ming laughed disdainfully, and with a draw of the long sword in his hand, his body moved, and he had directly met it.

The sword qi is shining, the ghost qi is moving frequently, the two of them are swords, and they have been entangled together in an instant, although Zong Ming disdains that Crow is a ghost king with impure blood, but he has to admit that Crow is different from other ghost kings with impure blood, and his strength is not much worse than those pure-blooded ghost kings, even if he is not able to easily win it in a short period of time.

Seeing that Zong Ming, the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall from the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect's Split Sword Peak, made a move to stop the fifth-order ghost king, Wei Wuji couldn't help but let out a long breath, to be honest, with his current strength, a fifth-order ghost king was indeed not something he could deal with now.

Suddenly, Wei Wuji's figure flashed away from the spot again, as a strong wind swept by, the black light flashed, and a ghostly spear fell on the place where he was standing with a bang, the spear flickered, the ghostly energy exploded, with the spear as the center, everything within ten zhang of the vicinity instantly turned into nothingness, and then a figure with a thick ghostly aura rising all over his body had stood on the spear.

He looked at Wei Wou-Ki who was dodging away with a sneer, and as soon as his body moved, he wanted to chase and kill, and suddenly, a rain of arrows fell from the sky, instantly enveloping Wei Wou-Ki below.

With a clang, sparks splashed everywhere, and the sword in Wei Wouji's hand conjured up heavy light and shadow, and the sword light and sword qi that were more than several zhang long defended his body to the point of not revealing a drop of water, like a curtain of light, blocking out the rain of arrows that were bombarded from the outside.

The ghost general who had attacked Wei Wuji before looked up, only to see a middle-aged man with blood-colored wings on his back, staring at Wei Wuji with a cold face, and he couldn't help but feel a slight chill: The Feather King of the Dark Feather Clan!

Crowe in the air sneered and said, "Old fellow, this king said that even if this king doesn't make a move, that kid will have someone to deal with!"

The long sword in Zong Ming's hand was as fast as lightning, as fast as the wind, and the sword qi was like silk, interweaving a sword net containing a trace of thunder and lightning, enveloping Crow in it.

Lei Zhuzheng, masculine and fierce can break evil, Crow's gloomy ghost aura was defeated by Zong Ming's thunder and lightning sword qi, and the power that can be exerted is less than seventy percent on weekdays, if it weren't for his special background, coupled with the extraordinary encounter in the day after tomorrow, his blood has been purified several times, and at this time he can no longer withstand Zong Ming's sword.

However, his ghostly majesty did exceed Zong Ming's expectations, because although Zong Ming had the upper hand, under the endless strange techniques of Crowe, he couldn't cut the other party under the sword for a while.

Crowe's yin body was like a dreamlike black smoke, constantly shuttling through Zong Ming, although his ghost qi was scorched by Zong Ming's thunder and lightning sword qi, and the smoke was straight up, and his whole body was scorched black, but he seemed to be indifferent and smiled coldly: "It seems that you care about that kid very much, but a feather king of the dark feather clan, a ghost general of the half-step ghost king realm, do you think he can still have a life?"

Zong Ming didn't say a word, but the speed of the sword in his hand suddenly increased by a few points, and he immediately attacked Crow in a hurry, so that he no longer dared to have the slightest distraction.

With a bang, the Feather King from the Dark Feather Clan fell to the ground like a meteorite, and he stared at Wei Wuji coldly and said: "Although the appearance has changed somewhat, in front of this king, you are ever-changing, and there will be nothing to hide, Wei Wouji, the life of the Yufei Prince of my clan should also be repaid!"

With a bang, Wei Wuji shook the long sword in his hand, he stared coldly at the demon king of the Dark Feather clan, and said indifferently: "It's just a first-order demon king, what kind of power is it?"