The third grade of Emperor Saint! The power of this sword is definitely at the third grade of Emperor Saint, and it is even much stronger than the third grade of ordinary Emperor Saint.
No wonder Gu Fenghua had the reminder that they joined forces with this sword, which was really powerful and very powerful. If it weren't for seeing it with their own eyes, even the knowledgeable Lord of the Lord would not believe it, an Emperor Saint,
The three Nine-grade Heavenly Saints can use such a sword when they work together.
Putting away all his underestimation and putting aside all his conceit, Mo Qingqiu moved the holy energy that had been suppressed to the second level of the Emperor Saint to the extreme and condensed it into his palm.
"Boom!" An invisible shock wave surging around with Mo Qingqiu as the center. The turbulent flow in the yard was flying, covering his figure.
"What a strong sword!" Qin Haofang and others were stunned by the sight of the courtyard wall.
Although I had known that Gu Fenghua and his friends would be able to join forces with each other, I didn't expect that as Gu Fenghua was promoted to the Emperor Saint, the power of this sword would be so powerful.
Even the eldest son of Tang, who has always been the biggest, had wide eyes wide open and could not speak for a while. It was obvious that he was very scared by Gu Fenghua and his men's joint sword.
After a moment, the dust dissipated and Mo Qingqiu's figure appeared in front of him again.
"Senior Mo, are you okay?" Gu Fenghua asked with some concern.
"Hahahaha, what can I do?" Mo Qingqiu laughed a few times, raised his head and said proudly, "Your joint sword is really good. Looking at Wuji Shengtian, there is probably no one among the same level.
I can resist, but I still have a lot of difference if I want to hurt me."
"It's fine, it's fine." Seeing Mo Qingqiu's arrogant look, Gu Fenghua and others breathed a sigh of relief.
Even they were surprised by the power of the sword just now.
According to their original thoughts, although Gu Fenghua was promoted to the Emperor Saint, Luo Enen and others were still in the realm of the Heavenly Saint, so they would inevitably drag her back. Even if the power of this sword was improved, it would reach the Emperor at most.
It was just the peak of the second-grade Holy, but I didn’t expect that I could actually reach the third-grade Emperor Saint.
But Mo Qingqiu suppressed his cultivation to the second level of the Emperor Saint, which was a whole level of gap. Even though he knew that he was a king envoy and was not comparable to an ordinary strong man, he still couldn't help but worry about him. Seeing him alright now,
I finally felt relieved.
"I am worthy of being the Lord Jun. My cultivation is so powerful that I can suppress the second grade of Emperor Saint!" Looking at Mo Qingqiu's relaxed and proud smile, Luo Enen said with admiration.
"Nonsense, can you become a magistrate if you are not powerful? Not to mention suppressing the second level of the Emperor Saint, even if suppressing the first level of the Emperor Saint, we may not even want to hurt the Lord." The fat white man looked even more respectful and looked at him.
The fascination.
"This is the real strong man. I don't know when we will have such cultivation." Ye Wuse also sighed.
Around him, Qin Haofang and others were so excited that their whole bodies trembled, and they respected the Lord as gods.
No one noticed that when Mo Qingqiu laughed loudly, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: It's so terrible, where did these little guys learn such a sword skill? It's really terrible!
Although you look like you are nothing, your chest and abdomen are churning with blood and blood, and even the meridians are experiencing a vague pain. It is obvious that you have suffered internal injuries, and a breath of turbid air is also rushing back and forth in your chest. If it weren't for borrowing it,
The loud laughter covered it up and let out the turbid breath. He was afraid he would groan on the spot.
"Master, are you okay?" Qing Fan vaguely saw that something was wrong and asked quietly.