In fact, Ling Hao was not too worried about Murong Ziyun and the four others.
Although there is still a certain gap between the cultivation of the four of them and their opponents, he believes that even if they cannot kill their opponents, they can still protect themselves.
As for Bai Ling, he wasn't too worried either.
According to his estimation, even if Bai Ling is not strong enough to kill his fourth-level opponent, he can at least be invincible.
"Second Elder, shall I handle this kid?" Then Youju pointed at Ling Hao and looked at Youheng and said.
"Yes!" Youheng nodded: "Remember, give him a breath, the source of his spiritual veins is in his body, don't have any accidents!"
"Understood!" Youju bowed slightly.
Then, he looked at Ling Hao: "Take action, I'll give you a chance to go all out!"
"As long as you can last three rounds in my hands, I will let you live!"
He himself is half-stepped into the eighth-level cultivation realm, so naturally he will not take the opponents of the second-level holy emperor seriously.
Not to mention three rounds, even one round, Ling Hao would not be able to hold on!
Saying three rounds is just to be on the safe side!
"Okay!" Ling Hao shrugged his shoulders: "The space here is limited, let's find another place!"
After finishing speaking, he glanced at Youhang and then left in the air.
"As you wish!" Youju replied and followed.
As for Youheng, after taking a rough look at the other people's battle circle, he saw that there was no big problem, so he followed the two of them in the air.
The main purpose of his visit this time was the 'source of spiritual veins', so he naturally wanted to ensure that nothing went wrong.
Bang!
At this moment, a loud noise came from Murong Ziyun's battle circle, and she was shot backwards three to four hundred meters away.
Her opponent was the white-haired old woman in the fifth-grade Saint Emperor realm.
There was a three-level difference between the two, so it would be difficult for her to compete with her opponent before she used her trump card.
"It's not bad. You can still take one of my moves, but I underestimated it..." The old woman looked at Murong Ziyun and said.
However, before she finished speaking, Murong Ziyun attacked again, with an extremely sharp sword net that destroyed everything.
"Seeking death!" The old woman frowned slightly.
Then, instead of retreating, she advanced, waves of air roared out from her hands, and the sword light exploded.
call!
Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hand and formed an ancient sword that was solidified and shot towards Murong Ziyun. It was like a white horse passing through the gap, and the speed was extremely fast, creating a harsh wind whistle.
Murong Ziyun's pupils shrank slightly, and instead of fighting the opponent head-on, she used Phantom Trace to hide towards Yipan.
At the same time, the ancient bronze sword in his hand shook out several sharp sword movements and flashed past.
laugh!
The old woman did not expect that Murong Ziyun could not only dodge her sword, but also counterattack so quickly. Without paying attention, the sword light opened a bloody gash on her arm.
"Damn it, you actually hurt me, go away..." The old woman looked at Xekou and was slightly stunned.
However, before she could finish speaking, Murong Ziyun started again.
This time, she directly activated the Sword Roaring Universe, and a radius of one kilometer was filled with endless sword light.
In the blink of an eye, a hundred-meter-long phantom ancient sword shot out of the air and slashed at the opponent.
"Huh?" Sensing the power of this sword, the old woman frowned.
However, she had no intention of flinching. She twisted her eyes and an extremely terrifying aura exploded.
Then, with his hands, he pulled out a few afterimages in the void and condensed them into a mysterious mark, then hit them at high speed, while a strong wind roared in the void.
Bang!
A loud noise was heard, air waves swept across, and the two of them were sent flying out at the same time.
