The battle has begun；Eccentric Brothers

It could be seen that some powerful foreign races in the Hundred Races' allied army were frantically fleeing backward, streams of light rained down, and countless foreign races in the Hundred Races' allied army collapsed on the ground, some didn't even have time to let out a single cry of anguish before they were directly turned into ashes.

"Swords rise!"

Along with a heaven-shaking bellow, the sword light rises up to the sky, the allied army of the hundred races also finally saw, before what blood-Xin said about the Rift Heaven Sword Sect's thousands of sword cultivators, thousands of swords in unison, only this time the ones who struck were not those ordinary body transformation realm sword cultivators of the Rift Heaven Sword Sect, but all of them were the Foetal Breath Realm's sword cultivators, and the number of them was much more numerous and much stronger.

Tens of thousands of Rift Heaven Sword Sect Foetal Breath realm disciples, under the ten thousand swords, even if it is a ghost king level alien power, but also can only be a hasty escape, do not dare to easily resist, there are a few hundred tribes in the coalition of the ghost king level power do not believe in the evil, from the bottom of the air, to the falling sword light directly meet up with the light of the ten thousand swords folded, a burst of dazzling sword light flashes after the air, which has a few ghost king level alien form, even a trace of divine sense! Did not have time to escape, will be those sword light together with their bodies, on the spot twisted to pieces, directly dissipated in the sky and earth.

The sword light hadn't stopped, and landed in the Hundred Races' allied army with a bang, and as the sword qi erupted, countless heads of the foreign races shot up into the sky, and blood of the Hundred Races of different colors immediately spilled all over the ground.

However, what made the Hundred Races' allied army lose even more and be even more chilled was not the Split Sky Sword Sect, but rather the Bitter Realm's Eastern Wasteland's Blazing Fire Palace!

They will be their own advantage, played to the fullest, tens of thousands of heavenly fire from the sky, in the moment of falling will be directly burst open, countless splash shooting flames, with terrifyingly high temperatures, madly burning everything around, I do not know how many foreigners in the high temperature of these flames a moment, directly on the spot will be vaporized, the fire is connected to a piece of fire, hoo quickly to the surroundings of the other foreigners! Sweeping away, thick smoke rolled, miserable cries rose in all directions.

Sword Qi vertical and horizontal, flames burning the sky, wind swept, wood and stone rolling, at this moment the allied forces of the hundred races, as if in the autumn harvest, the farmer's sickle under the crops in general, was mercilessly non-stop harvesting, a pile of a pile of down.

As soon as the battle started, there were already corpses all over the place!

Wei Wuji stood on the top of the mountain above the treetops, he looked at the Eastern Wasteland army that swept past the allied forces of the hundred races as if it were a hurricane, countless foreigners fell on the road they passed through, he couldn't help but feel his heart stirring, a sense of pride in being a human being arose!

This is the army of the Eastern Wasteland of my Bitter Realm Human Race! This is the Human Race that drove the hundred races out of the Bitter Realm! It is really too powerful!

With a soft sound, Qian Tu and his trio panted and swept to Wei Wuji's side, and they couldn't help but be stunned by the scene in the distance.

After a long time, Qian Tu muttered, "This, this is too shocking."

Zhao Xiaoxing said, "The so-called Hundred Races allied army is too weak!"

Zhao Xiaohei nodded and said, "It's completely unbearable! Is it possible that there aren't a few experts amongst the Hundred Races?"

Wei Wuji's heart stirred when he heard this, and he couldn't help but change his face when he looked around.

Only to see in the rear of the previous allied army of the hundred races, in Zhao Xiao Hei's words just fell soon, with a burst of violent fluctuations of heaven and earth qi came out, light and splendor, a number of not less than the side of the Human Race, but also by the Ghost Generals level of foreigners composed of the party, has appeared in the rear of the allied army, along with those who retreated backward foreigners to join the allied forces in the hundred races in the number of strong, has already surpassed the Eastern Wasteland army side.

At the same time, in the Hundred Races allied army of the Hundred Races strong army, from the Hundred Races of the ordinary army is from a transmission array, a steady stream of open out, did not use a long time, there are more than ten million foreigners, again displayed in the previous Hundred Races rear!

Along with a stern whistle, a hundred ghost kings with rich ghost aura lined up, walked out from the transmission array, at the same time, the other dozen transmission arrays also lit up, thousands of king-level powerhouses in the hundreds of tribes have already appeared outside the transmission array, they and the previous hundred ghost kings, as well as the original foreign tribes who sat down on the ground of the king-level powerhouses converged together, and were looking at the back of the Eastern Wasteland army that contemptuously! Three thousand Reincarnation Realm powerhouses.

They had enough confidence and pride, after all, at this moment, on the side of the Hundred Races' allied army, whether it was the number of Ghost General level powerhouses or King level powerhouses, they had already far exceeded the side of the Human Race's Eastern Desolate army.

One of the ghost kings who was a hundred feet tall swept up, he was suspended high in the sky, looking at the East Desolate army side, he smiled sorrowfully and said, "Wanting to sweep away my Hundred Races' allied army with a thunderous momentum, ants, this king has been waiting for you for a long time."

"A thousand years in the earthly world, a few years ago, the ambition to overcome the clouds has not been sometimes, but now again to walk on the red dust road, a sword across the sky full of frost and snow."

Yow, a clear poetic call rang out, and in a flash of light, the supreme commander of this Eastern Wasteland army, the gray-clothed, white-haired old man Sima Zhaoxue from the Heavenly Dynasty's Xuan Tian Pavilion, slowly revealed his figure.

A ancient bronze long sword, casually was he negative behind him, sword hilt above the golden yellow sword spike, no wind automatic, hazy sword qi lingering in his surroundings, let him look incomparable ethereal out of the dust!

He looked at the Ghost King who had made a sound in a very bland manner.

Suddenly, a miserable cry from the ghost king's mouth, black blood splash, the ghost king's head has been flying high, not waiting for the flying head to fall, heaven and earth, as if there is an invisible sword qi swept through the ghost king's head, together with the inside of the divine sense that he had not had time to escape, has been turned into nothingness, disappeared without a trace in an instant.

With a loud bang, the ghost king's 100 feet body that had lost its head smashed down on top of the battlefield, splashing up dust in the sky.

The two brothers, Zhao Xiaohei and Zhao Xiaoxing, glanced at each other.

Zhao Xiaohei hemmed and hawed and said, "Brother, don't you think that the two of us seem to be missing something?"

Qian Tu, who was on the side, sniffed with interest and said, "Rarely, for the first time, you have the self-knowledge to know your own inadequacies!"

Unbeknownst to him, when he said this, Zhao Xiaohei and Zhao Xiaoxing rolled their eyes at him in unison, not paying the slightest bit of attention to him, and directly hung him out to dry.

Zhao Xiaoxing shook his head and said, "If you didn't say it, I almost forgot, in terms of natural talent and brains, you and I can be said to be both momentary choices, a rare talent in a hundred years, and nowadays, the only thing that's missing is a poem number."

Zhao Xiao Hei nodded fiercely and said, "Not bad, this matter is very important, in the future, when you and I, the two brothers, come out, also come up with that one line, teach the world to worship and preach endlessly."

Zhao Xiaoxing hemmed and hawed and said, "Not bad, is extremely, is extremely!"

"Oh," Qian Tu looked at the two brothers with a look of contempt and said, "So, you guys have already thought about it?"

Zhao Xiao Hei and Zhao Xiao Xing stared at Qian Tu with an expression of looking at an idiot and said, "With the literary skill of my brothers, why do I still need to think about it? Just open your mouth."

Qian Tu continued to despise, "Then read it out, I, Old Qian, am interested in your open-mouthed poem numbers!"

"Cough cough", the sword light flashed, a snow-white jade-like ancient sword had appeared in Zhao Xiao Hei's hand, he coughed, cleared his throat, the ancient sword in his hand crossed, put on a high person's demeanor, and chanted at length, "The sword is overriding the ancient and modern times, and the gas is shocking the hundreds of tribes, where I am going, no one is able to defeat me, life, it's really as lonely as snow ah! "

"Wonderful, wonderful", Zhao Xiaoxing threw up his thumb, stroking his palm and letting out a continuous sigh of admiration.

"Listen to me", a flash of knife light, a black as ink of the ancient and simple war knife has been held in his hands, he was spirited, heroic roaming voice sang: "Knife chopped a hundred worlds who can be enemy, golden light a move dazzling thousand autumns, victory, is natural, defeat, impossible!"

With a "pfft" sound, Qian Tu couldn't help but let out a burst of laughter, pointing at Zhao Xiao Hei and Zhao Xiao Xing, he laughed and said, "Gao, I'm afraid that this is the most bullish poetic number I've ever heard in my life, you two brothers should cultivate yourselves well, don't fall into the might of this poetic number. "

Zhao Xiao Hei and Zhao Xiao Xing looked at Qian Tu with an expression of entitlement and said, "Old Qian is a brother for a brother, do you want the two of my brothers to prepare a poem number for you as well? It's free!"

"No, no," Qian Tu waved his hands and said, "I can't afford a poem number, nor can I deserve it, so it's better to dispense with it."

Zhao Xiao Hei looked at Qian Tu with a regretful face, as if he was very dissatisfied with his lack of appreciation, suddenly, his face changed, and he shouted, "Say, do you dislike the poem number we prepared for you?"

"How would I, Old Qian, dare to dislike you guys, I can't help but rely on the two of you brothers to be more generous in the future!" Qian Tu said in a panic.

Zhao Xiao Hei looked at Qian Tu with an expression that counted on your understanding.

Qian Tu was secretly relieved, he couldn't help but touch his forehead, fortunately he wasn't sweating, or else these two brothers wouldn't have let him go.

However, he was too happy too soon!

Zhao Xiaoxing on the side hemmed and hawed and said, "Since you said that you would let the two of my brothers take care of you in the future, if you don't have a decent poem number, wouldn't it inadvertently lower the pattern of the two of my brothers, no, I must send you one!"

Qian Tu almost smacked himself directly when he heard this, cursing himself for being cheap, why did he provoke these two brothers for nothing?

"Listen up", Zhao Xiaoxing opened his mouth and said, "An old bastard in the Bitter Realm, a great man of the ages, this life is free to cross the world, who can be defeated by a man to a bitch? How is it?"