Although Ye Langlong's mind technique is powerful, he quickly heals his injuries at the expense of cultivation and life span. And it has its limit. If he has a few more swords, he will not even think of saving his life, let alone practicing for cultivation.
There was still chaos in Yunyuan City, and the people fled in all directions and rushed towards the four-sided city gate. At this time, they didn't know that the city protection formation had been opened, and even if they rushed to the city gate, they would be dead.
Gu Fenghua's face was solemn that she had never felt before. The city protection formation was tantamount to the sect protection formation. Its profoundness and mystery were not comparable to ordinary formations. Even with her formation strength, it would be impossible for a while.
Breaking through. Using the self-destruction formation is the most direct and effective way, but that also takes time. And the people in the city lack the most time at this time.
In this moment, blood lights soared into the sky again, hundreds, even thousands of people were slaughtered and fell into a pool of blood.
"Everyone retreated." Mo Qingqiu shouted in a deep voice and slowly drew out his long sword.
The sword light floats, sprinkling a pool of autumn water, giving people a feeling of calmness as a mountain.
"Good sword!" Gu Fenghua praised in his heart. Last time Mo Qingqiu helped her resist the Five Elements Heavenly Power and the Six Path Heavenly Tribulation, she also used this sword, but she was at a critical moment of life and death at that time and didn't have time to take a closer look.
Only then did he see clearly that the long sword in Mo Qingqiu's hand was also a magic weapon, and its quality was far greater than that in the hands of Luo Enen Bai Fatty and others.
Of course, with his identity, it is normal to have such a magic sword.
"Six-Hebei Eight Deserts, sword dances in Qingqiu." Mo Qingqiu shouted, and the divine sword in his hand slashed out, and nine golden holy beads appeared between his eyebrows at the same time.
The Ninth Level of Emperor Saint! Gu Fenghua finally knew Mo Qingqiu’s true cultivation.
In the levelless holy heaven, the holy master's realm is from low to high, namely Dou Sheng, Dharma Saint, Xuan Sheng, Tian Sheng, and Emperor Saint. The ninth grade of Emperor Saint is undoubtedly the top strong man. And the cultivation of the Holy Lord is the most powerful.
Of course, it is still above the emperor's envoy. Mo Qingqiu is the ninth rank of the Emperor Saint. What kind of cultivation should those three saints have? Gu Fenghua suddenly became a little curious.
The last time they met the Holy Lord of Heaven, others were disdainful of them, and they were too lazy to even fight. They were too far away from fighting with Kaikai, so none of them could see the true strength of the Holy Lord of Heaven.
However, now is obviously not the time to care about cultivation. The most urgent task is to break the city protection formation and rescue the innocent people in the city who are struggling on the brink of life and death.
Gu Fenghua put aside his distracting thoughts and looked at Mo Qingqiu's sword that was pouring all his strength.
The sword light blew across, as if torn apart the world, but when it fell on the invisible barrier, only a ripples were rippling, and the protective array was still safe and sound.
Such a result was obviously as expected by Mo Qingqiu. There was no surprise or anxiety in his eyes, and his eyes were as quiet as water. The remaining power of the sword was not over. He raised his wrist and arms, shouted clearly, and another
Slashed the sword.
One sword, two swords, three swords... one sword after another fell one after another, bringing out a thrilling afterimage.
"Ka!" Finally, as the ninth sword light fell, a crack came from his ears, and the seemingly indestructible barrier was broken through a crack about a height of about meter and three feet wide.
"Follow me!" Mo Qingqiu shouted and took the lead in passing through the crack.
His voice was hoarse and tired, and his eyes were filled with fatigue. Drops of sweat rolled down his forehead, making him look much older.
With the powerful strength of the Emperor Saint Ninth Level, it is so difficult to break a crack in this barrier. It is conceivable that the sturdy formation of this city is strong.