As Ling Hao finished speaking, Murong Ziyun and Lu Yue all rose into the air at the same time.
call!
Immediately afterwards, streaks of cold light quickly slashed downwards.
Many people in the opponent's crowd were chopped into two pieces by the sword before they had time to react.
At this time, if you observe carefully, you will see that everyone does not keep flying up in the air, but keeps flying in a circle at a certain altitude.
"You bastard, go to hell!"
The four old men of the ninth-grade Holy Emperor on the other side roared angrily, and Yukong chased after them, and all the other people in the Holy Realm followed suit.
The next moment, strong air waves swept through the void, figures swayed, and strong winds blew.
Lu Yue and others obviously did not intend to fight head-on with the opponent. They occasionally exchanged moves with the opponent and then dodged away.
At the same time, Ling Hao had already launched an attack on Feng Mo and the two half-step Saint Emperor old men, and several arc-shaped sword lights quickly slashed towards the opponent.
"If you want to die, I'll give you a ride!" Feng Mo said in a deep voice and raised his hand to block Ling Hao's attack.
"If you want to kill me, come with me and give you a chance!" After Ling Hao finished speaking, Yukong flew into the air.
Feng Mo and the two Half-Step Saint Emperors followed closely behind without any hesitation.
Their primary goal in coming to Jicheng this time is Ling Hao. If they kill Ling Hao, the others will naturally not be a concern.
Moreover, the three of them have already investigated the cultivation levels of other people, and the strongest one is only Murong Ziyun, the eighth-grade God Emperor.
Among their own people, there are four powerful ninth-grade God Emperors, who are more than enough to deal with Murong Ziyun, Lu Yue and others.
So, they don't have any worries.
After a while, the four people arrived in mid-air several kilometers away from the scene.
Afterwards, both sides said nothing more and activated their own skills to attack the other side.
At the same time, the other party's powerful men above the Holy Realm had already fought against Murong Ziyun and the others.
In their opinion, having so many strong men on their side and having to deal with twenty or so people is just like playing a game.
The remaining people on the other side who were below the Holy Realm, because they could not help, scattered around one by one.
After all, the aftermath of the air waves in mid-air is enough to make them fearful.
However, just when they were halfway through their retreat, a thick fog suddenly filled the entire void, covering the clouds and the sun, and the sky dimmed at the same time.
In a short time, the entire void was filled, and the visibility dropped rapidly. The naked eye could only see the scene about ten meters away.
Including those who were saints and above in mid-air, they were shrouded in mist at the same time. Murong Ziyun and the others who were right in front of them disappeared out of thin air as if they were conjuring magic.
"What's going on?!" someone shouted.
"They should have set up a formation here, so be careful!" An old man of the ninth rank God Emperor responded in a deep voice.
"Ah..." The next moment, screams came from the ground below.
Many people fell down inexplicably, foaming at the mouth, twitching for a few times and then stopped moving.
"The mist is poisonous, everyone hold your breath!" Another ninth-grade God Emperor shouted loudly.
"Damn it!" someone cursed.
Although many people held their breath immediately after discovering something strange.
But this poisonous gas was specially prepared by Xuan Chenxi and Xuan Pang, how could it be so easy to deal with.
For people below the Holy Realm, as long as they inhale a little poisonous gas, there will be no possibility of resistance.
