Ao Junxie was shocked when he saw Zheng, but he heard Qing Kuang beside him shout loudly:
"I will deal with Burning Soul and the poison masters of the Miao Territory. Your Majesty, just concentrate on fighting these high-level warriors! Be careful, they are the backbone of the Bright Temple, and each of them has the strength of the Spirit Emperor!"
As soon as the voice came, Qing Kuang's figure rushed straight to the rear of the white-clothed warriors, burning the soul and his Miao people...
"Spiritual Emperor level? Humph! Then I would like to try to see what kind of power a hundred masters of the Spiritual Emperor level from the Bright Temple can have if they unite!"
Ao Junxie snorted loudly, and the purple-white light flashed in his hand. When he gathered spiritual power in his palm, the red dragon ancient sword was also fused with powerful power, and the whole body turned red and translucent, as if it had just been fished out of the furnace.[
hiss!
With a roar that sounded like it came from the underworld, an extremely domineering sword energy flew out of the hand. Wherever it touched, even the air was burned, leaving behind solidified sparks...
A dozen temple warriors of the Spirit Emperor level had just drawn out their long swords in their hands, but before they could make a move, Ao Junxie's sharp blow had already rushed towards them, and the trajectory of the sword blade formed a line in the air.
The bright afterimage only caused a sudden shock all over their bodies and chills on their backs.
The weapon in his hand also unconsciously switched from offense to defense.
However, the sword energy of more than a dozen spirit emperor levels became vulnerable to the sweep of the red dragon sword energy of Aojun Evil Spirit Saint.
The dozens of Spirit Emperor Sword Qi that had just been gathered together were dispersed without a trace with a bang, just like a fierce tiger rushing into a herd of sheep...
More than a dozen long swords, together with the bodies of more than a dozen white-robed warriors, flew scatteredly into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, their muscles and bones cracked!
With one move, all the white-robed warriors blocking the front were killed!
Such power even shocked Aojunxie himself.
He looked at the scorching long sword in Ao Junxie's hand, and then at the corpse of the temple warrior on the ground. In front of him, the remaining senior temple warriors took a step back involuntarily!
A strong man of the Spiritual Emperor level once had such a noble and rare status in this stormy continent!
Now, he can't survive even a single move. Under the spiritual power of the Holy Spirit and the red dragon artifact, he is as fragile as an ant!
"Ancient Sword and Fire! Aojunxie...has he perfected the secret skill of the temple?"
Countless pairs of light blue eyes, against the backdrop of pale robes, at this moment, Yu Fadi looked frightened and trembling!
The remaining ninety senior warriors from the temple looked at Aojunxie and whispered in a trembling voice.
Finally, Ao Junxie saw fear and weakness in the countless pairs of light blue pupils in front of him that were once so arrogant and so dismissive of the warriors of Fengyun Continent!
He knew that this time, the warriors of the Temple of Light were really scared! Like lambs waiting to be slaughtered looking at the butcher!
Ao Junxie said nothing, holding a long sword in his hand, and slowly took steps towards the white-robed warriors in the Temple of Light.
With every step forward, the dozens of white-robed warriors subconsciously took a step back.[
Thinking of the arrogant temple warriors on the Black Rock Peak in the evil land, and the trembling white-robed humans in front of them, in just five years, the world has undergone earth-shaking changes in strength!
"Now, you should think again about who is the low-level warrior in Fengyun Continent, and who is the strong one who has the last laugh!"