It's a pity that there are still important things to do, so I can't do it myself. The eldest grandson Luo Cang calmly stamped his fingerprints, while looking at Gu Fenghua's young and beautiful face, feeling secretly regretful in his heart.
Afraid of accidents before, he tried his best to seal the holy pattern, and he was already exhausted. Now that Gu Fenghua and others really came to find him, and the glass magic sound bell did not disappoint him, he felt relieved and made the handprint. The speed is also much slower.
"You underestimated us." Gu Fenghua shook his head and slowly raised his long sword.
Although the opponent's strength is generally one level higher than theirs, and this level difference is an insurmountable chasm in the eyes of anyone in Wuji Shengtian, just like the abyss they are in at this time, but her Her expression was still so confident and calm, and her eyes were still so calm and unwavering.
No! Qi Qinghong suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart. He could see that Gu Fenghua was definitely not talking wild words, nor was he arrogant. It was a kind of absolute confidence in his own strength and absolute trust in his companions. Beside her, although Luo Enen and the others did not speak, their faces were full of confidence, which was exactly the same as hers.
Obviously their strength is one level lower, but how can they have such confidence? Qi Qinghong didn't think much about it, as a powerhouse of the eighth rank of Emperor Sage, he had the same confidence in his intuition, but at this moment, this kind of confidence was obviously not a good thing.
"Tian Xing, Luo Cang!" Qi Qinghong took the lead in attacking Gu Fenghua.
"Tian Xing, Luo Cang!" Gong Wenshi attacked Ye Wuse.
For Ye Wuse, the hatred of killing his father and mother is irreconcilable, but to him, it was a shame to let Ye Wuse go by mistaken Qin Yuanan's plan to hide the sky and cross the sea. Even if Ye Wuse didn't seek revenge on him, he would kill Ye Wuse to wash away the shame of the year.
"Tian Xing, Luo Cang!" Tang Yongxing rushed towards Luo Enen with an angry expression on his face.
If Fatty Bai hadn't interrupted him, he would have shot this angrily just now and blasted the little girl in front of him to pieces, so how could he be merciful at this time. Of course, it was just his own idea to blast Lorne into scum, and the truth is unknown at this time. Perhaps, the result is not as good as he imagined.
"Old man Cheng Moran, you'd better remember this old man's name when you're under Nine Springs." A strong figure strode towards the fat man, it was the old man he had chosen before.
Among the few people, only the tall and thin old man of the sixth rank of the emperor did not make a move. There is no way, his opponent is too weak, there are only two fourth-rank Emperor Saints in the district, and killing them is not a victory. He misunderstood that he wanted to steal their limelight in front of the master, so it would not be too late for him to take action slowly after the senior brothers killed Gu Fenghua and the others.
What the few people are using at this time are all the unique skills of Changsun Luocang, but when they have reached their level of cultivation, even if the same sword skill falls into their hands, they will always have different perceptions.
Qi Qinghong's sword is calm and majestic, majestic and majestic, yet it is ever-changing and exquisite. There is a faint sense of greatness in nature, and he has brought into full play his eighth-rank emperor sage cultivation base. .
However, although Gong Wenshi's strength was one level lower, that sword was as fast as a meteor and lightning, and the extremely fierce sword seemed to pierce the sky, the earth, and the void. What's more frightening is that this sword is not only extremely fierce, but also weird and unpredictable. Even if he concentrates all his spiritual thoughts, he can't catch its trajectory. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com