Hearing Tang Junhou's roar, the disciples of Duanyue Sect thought he was going to fight to the death, and they were all ready to take action, but they did not expect that this guy was roaring, but he was fighting for the idea of running away. He twisted his body,
Just fled to the distance.
When they reacted, it was too late to chase after them.
"It's not that easy to run!" Unexpectedly, this monkey was so cunning, Lu Xiuwen was stunned for a moment, and then his figure shook.
Yelang Movement Technique is indeed extraordinary. Once it is used, even if it is one or two levels higher, it is difficult to catch up with Tang Junhou. However, Lu Xiuwen's strength is not as simple as one or two levels higher than him.
But it is nearly ten levels higher, and it is a gap in the realm.
Lu Xiuwen's figure flashed a few times, and a palm appeared on Tang Junhou's chest.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the monkey flew out gorgeously again. Oh no, it was flying back.
But this time, Lu Xiuwen no longer showed mercy, and Tang Junhou had no good luck as before. He had not even had time to send out a scream, but he had already fallen down and hit the ground heavily. He did not move at all.
He lay face down on the ground, blood gushed out of his mouth, and soon dyed a large area of ground under him red. It seemed that it was a bad luck.
"Uncle Gu, go!" Almost at the same time, Qin Haofang and other disciples of Changfeng Sect finally took action.
The blood on the ground finally ignited all their blood, allowing them to temporarily overcome the awe of the Emperor Saint. They knew that the Duanyue Sect would never let everyone present go. Only by fighting to the death can they get a glimmer of opportunity.
, Taking advantage of the distraction of Lu Xiuwen to chase Tang Junhou, this is their only chance.
Purple holy beads appeared on their foreheads.
The eighth grade of Tiansheng, the ninth grade! As the first disciple of the young generation of Changfeng Sect, their strength should not be underestimated. This joint sword has obviously been working together for a long time, although it is not as good as Gu Fenghua and others who gather their hearts.
The sword, but the momentum is still earth-shaking. Even if you cannot defeat the Emperor Saint, you still have some strength to compete.
"No wonder the sect leader attaches so much importance to your Changfeng Sect. He is indeed a bit of strength." Unfortunately, seeing their strength and this extraordinary joint sword, Lu Xiuwen just smiled indifferently.
With a light raising of his arms, two golden holy beads appeared on his forehead.
"The second grade of Emperor Saint, Senior Brother Lu has reached the second grade of Emperor Saint!" Around him, a group of disciples of Duanyue Sect exclaimed in unison.
They knew that the two senior brothers, Lu Xiuwen and Yu Zhixin, were already powerful people in the real saint realm, but they didn't know that Lu Xiuwen had actually reached the second level of the Emperor Saint. Such cultivation is even compared to those of them
Elders, it's not much different.
Hearing the exclamations of his fellow disciples around him, Lu Xiuwen's bones were lighter.
In fact, he has been promoted to the second level of Emperor Saint for some time, but in order to attack the great cause of the Duanyue Sect and prevent other sects from seeing the true strength of the Duanyue Sect, he was ordered by Zuo Hong'an and kept hiding his strength.
As the saying goes, wealth and honor are not returned to the hometown, just like walking in brocade clothes at night. Who can do without a little vanity? As a saint, who doesn’t want to be famous all over the world, and who doesn’t want to be respected by the world? But he was promoted to the second level of Emperor Saint, not only
If he cannot make a name for himself, he will try his best to conceal his strength. Even if he cannot reveal a word to the person closest to him, how hard he should endure it.