The Hundred Races have fled in defeat.

"Good", Zhao Xiaohei praised, "Especially the last line, it's called the finishing touch, evocative, perfect!"

Qian Tu became furious, "You call this a poem number? Something recited by a yellow-mouthed child in the Bitter Realm is also better than this one of yours!"

Zhao Xiaoxing squinted at Qian Tu and said, "Love it or hate it, just like you, do you still want something better? Who cares about you, in the future you can just use it."

"Get lost", Qian Tu bellowed, he panted and turned his head, deciding to ignore the two brothers, he felt that just now, his life span was at least one year less, if he continued to entangle with the two brothers, he estimated that he was afraid that he would not have long to live.

Zhao Xiaohei and Zhao Xiaoxing gave Qiantu a disgusted glance, and the two of them were so interested that they started to prepare a few lines of poetry for Wei Wuji, in their words, since they are brothers, they have to share the same blessings, and they can't just let the two of them monopolize the beauty, right?

Wei Wuji who originally just stood by with cold eyes and lazily ignored the three of them fooling around couldn't help but look black, he couldn't imagine that so soon, the fire had burned onto himself, especially when he heard Zhao Xiaohei reciting something under his breath: Ice and fire, pinning souls not knowing what spring is, he finally couldn't help but turn back his head, his face so black that he was about to pinch out water as he drank at Zhao Xiaohei and Zhao Xiaoxing:" Stop fooling around, there's still a big battle going on over there!"

Zhao Xiaoxing's two brothers shrugged their shoulders and said in a very regretful tone, "In that case, it's too bad, I'll give it to you next time!"

Wei Wuji didn't pay any more attention to the two brothers, he was worried that if he said a few more words, would he end up in the same situation as Qian Tu, he hurriedly collected his mind and looked towards the distant battlefield.

When that Ghost King's body smashed into the ground, the faces of the foreign race king-level powerhouses that rushed out from the Hundred Races' allied army side all changed.

Because the fallen ghost king, is not a newly promoted ghost king, but a break into the king level field for many years, has five turns of reincarnation of high-level ghost king, in their midst, also belongs to the ranks of the strong, unexpectedly, such a ghost king, unexpectedly by the white-haired old man of the human race, the wisp of sword light contained in the eyes of the directly killed, how does it not make them feel shocked!

A ray of light was also so terrifying that, apart from the half-step innate top powerhouses, even the absolute top king-level powerhouses would only find it hard to do so! Within the Falling Phoenix Slope where the innates were not present nowadays, a half-step innate top powerhouse was already an invincible existence.

"Kill."

Along with Sima Zhaoxue's shout, the three thousand Reincarnation realm great powers that had been hovering in the air before and had not moved in the slightest at this time let out a cry in unison, and with a flash of their bodies, they had already rushed towards the army not far away, consisting of a hundred tribal king level powerhouses that were far more numerous than theirs.

At the same time, those Fetal Breath Realm powerhouses in the Eastern Wasteland also attacked the Hundred Races' allied army once again.

The battle had instantly escalated, and without more words, both sides had collided directly into each other in silence.

Although the number of strong people on the side of the Hundred Races' allied army had the advantage, but their cultivation levels were different, and their strengths and weaknesses were uneven.

And the Eastern Wasteland army side of every cultivator, are from the core disciples of the major clans, can be said to be considered the best in the world of cultivation law, completely is an elite force.

Both sides just contact, already high and low, countless strong foreigners, just like a small boat in the monstrous waves, instantly will be crashed into pieces, in the blink of an eye has been submerged under the huge waves!

With a flash of black light, more than a thousand stone generals from the Stone Clan linked up, and with a whoop, they were about to rush towards the Fiery Flame Palace.

Yau, with a movement of Yin Qi, the huge, hard bodies of those thousand stone generals shook and crumbled apart with a crash, only to see the figures of the thousand or so strong Fetal Breath Realm practitioners from the Xuan Yin Sect flicker by their side and disappear on the battlefield again.

Such a large-scale battle, for the Xuan Yin Sect powerhouses who were good at hiding their figures and waiting for an opportunity to move, it was like a fish in water, besides, even if they were to fight each other head-on, they were not weaker than the other side.

Ghosts are also good at hiding, at the same time there are thousands of ghosts will be a flash, disappeared, but not yet wait for them to get close to, covering the entire battlefield rolling flames have already fallen from the sky, those who hide their body, hiding into the air of the ghosts with a body of flames, screaming miserably revealed the body, in the blink of an eye has been transformed into a charcoal.

Hoo, there are more than a hundred hundred hundred tribes of the king level strong man, from the distance a flash, instantly came to the fire Palace of those before the realm of birth, they rely on their own side, the number of king level strong man dominant, want to force to kill the East Wasteland side of the realm of birth strong man.

But before they could strike, the sword light flashed, Yin Qi frequently appeared, dozens of Rift Sky Sword Sect and Xuan Yin Sect's Reincarnation Realm powerhouses had already stopped in front of them, in terms of speed, the Rift Sky Sword Sect's sword cultivators who traveled on swords, and the Xuan Yin Sect's disciples who were good at assassination and had bizarre body techniques, in this aspect, they had always been the champion of the Eastern Wasteland, and they naturally wouldn't be any weaker than the Hundred Clans' side of the king-level powerhouses.

At once, the sword light, Yin Qi flashes, this time the East Wasteland out of these Reincarnation realm of the great powers, none of the realm lower than the Reincarnation of the third turn, and the opposite of the Hundred Races of the king-level powerhouses, too many of them are newly promoted into the king, needless to say, directly by the Split Heavenly Sword Sect and the Xuan Yin Sect of the Reincarnation realm of the great powers of the joining hands in a stranglehold, there are not many escaped, this kind of battle, even the divine sense is very difficult to escape, once the body is dead, it is likely to be Fall on the spot.

This scene, only to see the distant Wei Wuji four people stare blankly, inner encouragement, this is their mind, the human army should be the might of it!

Sima Zhaoxue in the air is still standing still suspended, silk sword qi lingering around him, emitting bursts of low sound, he did not take action, in his eyes, below the hundreds of tribes, whether it is a ghost general level, or king level of strong, in their real strong before they did not come, are not worth his personal hands.

He just quietly hovered there, coldly looking at the more than ten teleportation arrays at the rear of the Hundred Races allied army.

This time, although a large number of strong people had appeared on the side of the Hundred Races' allied army, seemingly having prepared for it long ago, it was all expected on their side.

It didn't matter if the current Hundred Races, after millions of years of recuperation and rest, had recovered their strength to whatever level they were at the time of the Ancient Era, or if it was already possible that they had surpassed their time of the Ancient Era.

But no matter what, today's Human Race is not the Human Race of that year, after so many years of operation and development in the Bitter Realm Continent, the various techniques of the Human Race can be said to be rapidly changing, and the strongest people come out many times.

Now the human race, whether it is strength or heritage, are far more powerful than the ancient times, today's human race has enough confidence, can deal with all kinds of challenges from the hundred races, whether it is positive or other, they are fearless.

The battle below still continues, although the Hundred Races' allied army is large in number, it is still no match for the stranglehold of this elite division of the Eastern Wasteland, although there are quite a number of strong people who have fallen in battle on the side of the Human Race, but judging from the current situation, as long as the Hundred Races' side doesn't have more and stronger reinforcements to come, their defeat is only a matter of time sooner or later.

"Not right," Wei Wuji broke through and opened his mouth.

"Hmm?" Qian Tu was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Wei Wuji said with a grave expression, "Since the Hundred Races have claimed to return to the Bitter Realm, but those that have appeared so far, aside from those numerous low-ranked foreign races, there aren't even many strong people in the true sense of the word."

Zhao Xiao Hei pointed at the thousands of king level powerhouses and said, "That's not enough?"

"Not enough," Wei Wuji said, "They're too weak, not to mention those kings and royals in the Hundred Races, even pure-blooded foreign races aren't seen much, this is definitely not simple."

"Maybe they're somewhere else, maybe they've all gone to defend against the Ru Sect and a few other armies?" Zhao Xiaoxing said with some trepidation.

"I hope that's the truth ...," Wei Wuji muttered with a worried look on his face!

At this moment, Sima Zhaoxue was also looking at the battle below with a gloomy face, the situation Wei Wuji had mentioned, he had already noticed it a long time ago, which was also one of the reasons why he had not been making any moves, and was only quietly watching from the sidelines.

With the Eastern Wasteland army below, devastating those from the teleportation array, teleported out of the Hundred Races allied forces again routed when, Sima Zhaoxue face look more and more gloomy.

He looked up at the top of the head above the piece of heavy blood clouds, can not help but deep frown, although as early as thousands of years ago, the human race has already known that the hundred races will fall phoenix slope within the world as a springboard for the return of a large number of people, and the human side has long been ready, waiting for the return of a large number of times in their return, the collection of forces to give the return of the hundreds of races of a heavy blow.

Just shrouded the entire Phoenix Slope depths of this blood cloud, but let all of them secretly alarmed, this blood cloud is too thick, too big, he is really difficult to imagine, the hundred tribes where to get so many living beings, to launch such a scale of the blood sacrifice, with the scale of the blood sacrifice, the hundred tribes this time over the number of foreigners, I'm afraid that it will be far beyond their estimation.

Killing three thousand enemies, losing eight hundred of his own, he only hoped that those who had already entered this place a thousand years ago, their plan would be successful, otherwise, the Bitter Realm Human Race's side would only have to pay a significant price in order to eliminate those Hundred Races cleanly as well.

"Roar!"

A roar came, Sima Zhaoxue collected his mind and looked towards the battlefield below.

Only to see that the Eastern Wasteland army had already charged into the rear of the Hundred Races' allied army with great force, and those Hundred Races that had come out from within the Teleportation Formation earlier had already fled in haste.

Some of them rushed towards the teleportation array in fear, some of them fled directly towards the depths of the world, and some of them had already been killed in battle on their way to escape.

The allied forces of the Hundred Races had fled in defeat!