There was a silence all around. This powerful sword made Qin Haofang and others tremble. They looked at each other and saw the horror and worry in each other's eyes. Although they respected the Lord of the Lord as a god, they knew that they should not doubt him.
The strength is, but Gu Fenghua and his team up with one sword is too terrifying. Lord Jun suppressed his cultivation level at the second level of the Emperor Saint. What if he can't resist it?
Fortunately, the dust gradually dissipated, and Mo Qingqiu's figure finally appeared in front of him. He stood proudly with his back to Gu Fenghua and others. The old and clear figure was still so straight, as if a tree standing on a cliff of thousands of feet high.
The ancient pines, let you blow the wind and rain, I will remain unmoved.
"I am worthy of being the Lord Jun. Even if I suppress my strength to the second grade of Emperor Saint, I can easily resist such a powerful sword!" Qin Haofang couldn't help but exclaim.
"Yes, if it were someone else, I'd probably be seriously injured long ago, and only Lord Jun could handle it so easily."
"It's not just serious injuries. Even the powerful man of the third-level Emperor Saint may be unable to save his life when he encounters this sword." Other disciples of Changfeng Sect also said in admiration.
"Your Masahidun is very skilled, I admire you!" Gu Fenghua and his men bowed with swords in their hands, and they admired them even more.
After the sword with all his strength, the holy energy of several people was almost exhausted. They felt that their bodies were weak and their hands holding the sword were even more sore and weak. But Mo Qingqiu was not only unharmed, but looking at his upright back, his momentum was actually better than before.
He is still a little bit stronger. Don't forget that he suppressed his cultivation to the second level of the Emperor Saint to take over their joint sword. Such unpredictable strength would make them unable to accept it.
What is a strong man? This is the real strong man! Looking at Mo Qingqiu's proud background, Gu Fenghua and his friends felt that the mountains were rising and leisurely.
Everyone looked at Mo Qingqiu with admiration, but did not notice that Qing Fan was staring at his master in amazement, with the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.
Gu Fenghua and his friends stood behind Mo Qingqiu, and could only see his proud and upright back, but he was standing in front of him. He could clearly see the face and expression of his master at this moment. How could his face have no back
He acted so calmly and so relaxed.
At this time, Lord Jun Zhi's face was completely squeezed into a mess, his eyelids were pounding, and his skin twisted like cramps. His expression was unprecedentedly wonderful and miserable.
The worst thing is that Luo Enen's Nine Heavens Thunder Power also merged into the sword, knocking the Lord's face as black as the bottom of a pot, and a few strands of white hair on his forehead were still emitting green smoke. Fortunately, the wind on the top of the mountain
It was big, and it quickly blew away the blue smoke, so that people could not see the clues.
Could it be that this is the legendary pretending to be struck by lightning! Looking at the master's miserable appearance, Qingfan couldn't help but think. Of course, then he immediately scolded himself in his heart: I'm unfilial, as a disciple, how can I
If you think of Master this way, you must not think of this again in the future.
"Hahahaha, it's not bad. Your joint sword is really domineering. Fortunately, I am. If someone else changes to someone else, let alone the saints of the same level, even if the sect leader and elder who have been practicing for thousands of years in each sect, you may have to eat some when you meet them.
It was a pain." After a long time, Mo Qingqiu laughed and turned around, brushed his sleeves with his movement, wiped away the black and gray on his face without any trace, at least there was no abnormality on the surface.
Still pretending? Master, please don’t pretend anymore. Is it not enough to be struck by lightning? Hearing Mo Qingqiu’s words, Qingfan’s heart trembled and he had unfilial thoughts.