The Hundred Races' Alliance. The battle begins.

At this time, in the eyes of the human cultivators, there is no sectarian division, there is no past grudges, all they have is the foreign race in front of them, in addition to killing them all, they have no other ideas!

In the field of all kinds of qi vertical and horizontal, blade light and sword shadow frequently appear, hoo sound, a demon warrior knife cleave fly a human casual cultivator, before it has the next action, a cold light flying sword has swept from its throat, the demon warrior's head immediately high flying, before landing, has been all kinds of vertical and horizontal qi strangled into pieces.

In this instant, no matter how high or low your cultivation level is, in addition to not only fending off the opponents in front of you, you also have to guard against other opponents suddenly joining in, as well as coldly and unintentionally from other places to disperse the vigor of the qi.

Especially some of the cultivation realm is low, will easily be those high realm strong fighting between, scattered out of the power of the qi accidentally injured.

"Sword", along with a loud shout, with a whoop, hundreds of long swords with cold and bright light fiercely rose up from the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect, followed by a fold in the air, swiftly and unparalleled, swept towards those charging Hundred Races allied forces.

Sword qi like thunder, sword light whistling from the hundred races allied army swept through, with a sound of tragic cries rang out, at once there are dozens of ghost warrior level alien head rises up in the sky, fell under the sword of those disciples of the Rift Sky Sword Sect with a loud bang.

"Again", that loud shout rang out again, the sword light that swept through the Hundred Races' allied army suddenly rose up in the sky, followed by a fold in the air, like a rain of swords, from top to bottom, falling towards the Hundred Races' allied army below.

"Roar", in the Hundred Races allied army, more than ten Ghost King level powerhouses came out, they let out a roar, and headed straight towards those disciples of the Rift Sky Sword Sect, and the sword light that swept down to meet them.

"Retreat", a sharp cry rang out from the Rift Heavenly Sword Sect, knowing that they could not be defeated, those sword lights that swept down immediately scattered in all directions, except for more than ten sword lights that were intercepted by those more than ten foreigners, the rest of them instantly returned to the hands of the disciples of Rift Heavenly Sword Sect.

With a "click" sound, the ten or so intercepted sword lights revealed their longsword bodies, which were instantly broken by those foreigners.

With a "wow" sound, the original weapon was destroyed, and the divine sense inside that was fused with the original life qi was also shaken, immediately, there were more than ten Rift Sky Sword Sect disciples spitting out blood, sitting down on the ground with a pale face.

"Transform Sword", Zuo Qiu let out a loud shout, his figure moved, a long sword had floated in front of him, with a flash of sword light, he had already joined the other several elders of Rift Sky Sword Sect to meet the more than ten strong foreigners.

Along with Zuo Qiu's shout, those disciples of the Rift Heavenly Sword Sect who had already entered the Body Transformation Realm let out a soft cry, and all of them transformed into swords, and whistled towards the Hundred Races allied army that had already arrived in front of their eyes to kill them.

At the same time when the disciples of Rift Heavenly Sword Sect transformed into sword bodies and chopped towards the Hundred Races' allied army, there was a loud bang, a path of flames rose up from the Fiery Palace, and the disciples of the Fiery Palace who were transformed into flames were just like a tuft of heavenly flames descending from the sky, and they also slammed down towards the Hundred Races' allied army on the other side.

On the group lethality, the entire Eastern Wasteland can be said that no one can be comparable with the Flame Palace's heavenly fire descending, even if that side of the Hundred Races allied forces in the Flame Palace when they saw the flames rushing up there, has been prepared for it, but that tuft of heavenly fire descending from the sky has still become a nightmare in their hearts.

Where those heavenly flames passed through, it was simply devastating, except for some high strength, able to dodge away in time, and some ghost general level powerhouses, at a glance, within the range covered by the heavenly flames descending from the sky, at least hundreds of foreign races were directly turned into ashes under the roaring flames, and with the strong winds blowing over the battlefield, they were instantly annihilated.

"Kill", Zhai Lin of the Xuan Yin Sect let out a deep voice, the Seven Deadly Yin Qi that their Xuan Yin Sect cultivated, destined them to not be able to directly face the enemy head on in a battle like this like the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect and the Flame Palace.

At this moment, they all transformed into a Yin wind, like an assassin in the darkness, shuttling around the battlefield, or combining attacks, or sneak attacks to help the other cultivators, together with the lives of those alien races to be heavily injured and harvested, in this way, they became the most suitable candidates for this kind of chaotic battle.

With a loud boom, Du Tianfeng of the Flaming Palace transformed into a flame, like a fireball falling from the sky, and landed in the middle of the allied army of the hundred races, and instantly, there were more than ten Ghost Scholar level foreigners, their bodies entangled in blazing fire, and were turned into ashes amidst the mournful cries of misery.

Du Tianfeng let out a cold laugh, his burning flame body turned around, and he wanted to pounce towards those scattered foreigners.

Yau, a yellow light flashed by, and a large, peerless fist had already bombarded Du Tianfeng's flaming body.

Du Tianfeng's protective flames instantly rolled backward and instantly struck the foreigner.

With a muffled grunt ringing out, Du Tianfeng, who was transformed into a flame, retreated in a burst of speed, and the fire light around him converged, revealing his real body, as he looked at the foreigner who was two zhang tall in front of him and said in a deep voice, "Stone Race!"

The tall Stone Race whose body was covered with green colored rocks stared coldly at Du Tianfeng, it raised both fists and hammered its chest, emitting a burst of dangdang sound, it grinned at Du Tianfeng with its big mouth, followed by a loud roar, and furiously rushed over.

Du Tianfeng's face sank, among the Hundred Races, if they were to say that there was a foreign race that they didn't want to meet, then the Stone Race that was known for its defense was one of them.

Although the stone tribe is not a powerful race in the hundred races, but the defense of their race, but has been located in the forefront of the hundred races, unless the strength of the realm is much higher than the other side, or the gas in the body just to be able to restrain them, or else, the general public is really difficult to break through them that a perverted defense.

Du Tianfeng's face sank, this opponent was not easy to deal with!

At the same time when Du Tianfeng met his opponent here, Zuo Qiu of Rift Heaven Sword Sect swept his sword from the throat of a demon general and beheaded it, a bone tribe with a dead body and wings on its back had stopped in front of him, and at the same time, two ghost generals had already arrived in front of him.

Zuo Qiu let out a deep drink, his body was covered with sword qi, a cracking sword intent rose from his body, his face was like stopping water staring at the bone race in front of him and the other two ghost generals approaching him, a piece of determination in his eyes.

At this moment, the Blood Riders have already entered the battle, and they are different from the cultivators present, they will not fight individually, but to cooperate with each other, like the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect, the disciples in the sect naturally have the art of combining attacks, but with the Blood Riders, who are always fighting with the commander, whether it's the cooperation or the timing, as well as the opponent's choice, they are far from being able to do so.

Under the leadership of Du Fei and the other great commanders of the Breath Realm, the Blood Riders' Forbidden Army is like a torrent that impacts the allied forces of the hundred races, constantly interspersing among the allied forces of the hundred races, coupled with the fact that this Blood Riders' Forbidden Army, whether it is the commanders or the great commanders, they were originally considered to be experts with notable strength in their respective realms, so in a short period of time, hundreds of foreigners will fall in their paths.

A hit hand, Du Fei they do not love to fight, once encountered a strong block, they will activate the body light armor in the power of the blood auger, the people together a burst of impact, with the fastest speed to get rid of the foreigners of the entanglement, quickly to the other direction to kill and go, straight to make chased in their rear of the foreigners of the strong roar in anger.

Wei Wuji didn't choose to join Du Fei and them, having him there would more or less affect the cooperation between Du Fei and them, he utilized his One Qi Thousand Acts stance and tried his best to avoid those Ghost General level powerhouses in the Hundred Races' allied army, shuttling between the Hundred Races and the Human Race's cultivators as if he were a swimming fish, a channel of ice qi bursting out unceasingly from his hands, an ice sculpture transformed by a Fei Race, one by one, under the perverted ice qi of him. Under his perverted ice qi, an ice sculpture made by a foreigner continuously appeared on top of the battlefield, which could be considered an unusual scenery on the chaotic battlefield.

Shi Gang, who had been following Wei Wuji around, looked at Wei Wuji, who seemed to be having fun, and couldn't help but smile and shake his head!

Yau, Shi Gang's footsteps behind Wei Wuji stopped.

He looked up and stared at an oncoming foreigner, and his face couldn't help but change slightly.

That was a very young-looking Fey, with a demonic long purple hair that constantly emitted a faint blood light as his figure advanced, and apart from a slightly pale face, its appearance could be said to be the most perfect Shi Gang had seen in the decades he had lived.

The demonic youth as if walking leisurely since the crowd of the melee, through and through, with a flash of demonic blood light on his body, all the human cultivators within three feet of his surroundings, instantly planted on the ground, the blink of an eye a body of qi and blood disappeared in the air.

A trace of blood hung on the corner of the demonic youth's mouth, he stuck out his tongue and rolled the blood from the corner of his mouth into his mouth, smacking his lips, with an appearance of being very satisfied with the flavor.

"Blood Clan!" Shi Gang stared at the demonic youth who had come to his front, his face beginning to stare.