Groups of purple soul beasts either turned into nothingness under Mo Qingqiu's sword, or split into pieces in the intertwined sword lights of Gu Fenghua and others. Finally, Gu Fenghua and others followed Mo Qingqiu and rushed into the city lord's mansion.
Like other major cities, the city lord's mansion in Yunyuan City is also very popular, and usually very vigilant. However, at this time, hundreds of guards were guarding the second gate and slashing out the sword in their hands with all their strength.
Purple soul beasts were roaring from the inner courtyard and rushing outward, rushing towards the sword net. Obviously, the place where the Zitian Prison barrier broke this time was in the inner courtyard of the city lord's mansion, all the purple soul beasts were
It was rushed out from there.
The sword lights slashed together, and purple soul beasts fell under the sword, crushed to pieces and turned into blood foam, but at the same time, a guard fell one after another. In fact, before Gu Fenghua and others arrived, the surroundings had already fallen.
Nearly a thousand guards were taken down.
However, even though the guards had tried their best and even wanted to die with the Purple Soul Beast, many Purple Soul Beasts still rushed out of the heavy sword nets and then rushed towards all parts of the city.
"Kill them!" It can be seen that these guards were exhausted, but they were just struggling to support themselves with their will, and they couldn't hold on for long. Mo Qingqiu roared again, slashed the sword and rushed out of the sword net.
More than ten purple soul beasts were killed on the spot.
"One sword, kill the prehistoric world!"
"Nine Heavens, Phantom Thunder!"
"Beidou, dominate the world!"
"Holy soul, heaven is broken!"
Gu Fenghua and Luo Enen also jumped up, and a sword that gathered their minds and concentrated their hearts and slashed out again.
He had just been promoted to the Emperor Saint and had comprehended the sword to kill the prehistoric world with extremely sacred energy. With Gu Fenghua's current cultivation level, he could only use three swords at most. Therefore, this was the first time she used this sword today.
However, when this sword was taken, the wind and clouds changed their energy and its power was more than twice as strong as before. With Luo Enen and others' concentration, their power increased greatly.
The fourth grade of Emperor Saint! Perhaps, the power of this sword is still a little subtle difference compared to the true fourth grade of Emperor Saint, but it is definitely not something that ordinary Emperor Saint can withstand.
Mo Qingqiu had already put all his thoughts on the broken barrier of Zi Tian Prison. Seeing the power of the sword, the corners of his mouth twitched suddenly.
Fortunately, when Gu Fenghua first understood this sword, he said he wanted to compete with him, but was interrupted by Tang Junhou and finally failed to do so. Otherwise... the consequences would be unimaginable.
Four sword lights condensed into one and slashed into the courtyard. With a loud bang, dozens of purple soul beasts rushing out towards each other turned into powder.
"Thank you for your help..." The guards finally got a moment of breathing, bent down one by one, leaned on the ground with their swords, and said with a heavy breath.
"Where is your city lord?" Mo Qingqiu asked directly.
"I have seen Di Yingzhuo, the lord of Yunyuan City, I have seen my senior, but I don't know what instructions did you give me." An old man walked out of the guards and bowed and said.
I saw that he was gray-haired, covered in scars and blood. His shoulders were scratched by several claw marks and he could almost see the white bones. I guess he was retreating quickly, otherwise he would be directly beaten by the beast claw.
Breaking the belly.
"How can you open the city-protecting formation at this critical moment of life and death? Don't you know that hundreds of thousands of people in the city are trapped by the formation and only have a way to die!" On the way he came, Mo Qingqiu was angry and wished he could not bear it.
He slapped the lord of this city into a paste, but when he saw his blood and his injuries, his anger subsided, he asked in a deep voice.