He is one of the eighteen envoys of the Wuji Holy Heaven, a top strong man above billions of people! If he had changed to an ordinary saint, even if his cultivation was far superior to Gu Fenghua and others, he would have been in his
He didn't dare to speak a few more politely in front of him, and even dared to look at him. At this time, a few juniors actually dared to take the initiative to attack him!
Changsun Luocang was furious and rushed to the crown, and his two palms were hit hard again.
With the loud noise, Gu Fenghua and his men were knocked away again. This time, not only the tiger's mouth holding the sword, but also a faint bloodshed oozing out of his forearm. However, the few men kept their swords and kept steady.
He flew up again and attacked Changsun Luocang.
One sword, two swords, three swords, four swords... In a moment, several people attacked more than ten swords.
With loud bangs, they were also shocked by Changsun Luocang and retreated continuously. As the tiny meridians in their bodies ruptured one by one, not only their forearms, but also thin bloodshots oozing out of their bodies, turning the holy robe.
It was dyed with mottled blood.
However, their eyes were still so firm and their fighting spirit was still so high.
Although they gathered their minds and forcibly upgraded the power of the sword to the fifth grade of Tiansheng, they were unable to cross the natural gap between them and the seventh grade of Tiansheng. Only by relying on this tide-like attack can they have a line.
Opportunity, once Changsun Luocang recovers, they may not even have the chance to take action.
Although Changsun Luocang was much stronger than a few people, he was forced to retreat repeatedly under the fierce attacks of several people who forgot about life and death.
As a king envoy, he himself doesn't remember how many years he had been forced into such embarrassment. What made him even more embarrassed was that the other party was just a few young juniors who had just reached the first-class Tiansheng, and they were so angry that they roared angrily.
"Since I'm determined to die, I'll help you!" Changsun Luocang suddenly roared wildly, took a big step forward, and pushed out his palms smoothly.
Because the Holy Soul Taoist Body is the condensation of the divine thoughts, essence, blood and holy energy of the deity, once it is destroyed, it will be very injured and its strength will be greatly affected. Last time the Holy Soul Taoist Body was destroyed, he suffered a lot.
So this time he took action, he was a little more careful. He was somewhat reserved before fighting with Gu Fenghua and others, and was both offensive and defensive, for fear of another accident. However, he was forced to retreat repeatedly by Gu Fenghua and others.
Time was not even powerful enough to fight back, he was ashamed and angry as he no longer cared about so much!
This time, he abandoned the defense and attacked with all his strength, and with all his strength, the power in his palm was not comparable to that before.
The thunder sounded loudly, the sky and the earth were trembling, Gu Fenghua was shaken away heavily, Gu Fenghua's hand was still tightly holding the hilt of the sword, but his arms were bleeding, and the fingers holding the sword were so weak, while Luo Enen and others were in their hands
But the long sword had already flew out from afar.
There was a torn pain in the body. Every meridian and every bone seemed to have broken. Even if the sword was still in their hands, they were unable to fight again.
Being in mid-air, Gu Fenghua's expression was already depressed. The gap was the gap. Even though they had tried their best and even forgot about their life and death, they still could not cross the gap in strength.
"Bang, bang..." Gu Fenghua and his men fell heavily to the ground.
"Hahahaha, I want to see who can save you now!" Changsun Luocang laughed wildly, and as Gu Fenghua almost landed, he had already risen up and chased him.