The fourth grade of Emperor Saint! The power of this sword actually reached the fourth grade of Emperor Saint, which was comparable to that of himself.
How is this possible? One Emperor Saint first grade and three Heavenly Saint ninth grade, how can it be used to display the powerful sword power of the Fourth grade of the Emperor Saint? Even if their holy aura is added together without any obstacles, it will be only equivalent to the Emperor Saint second at most.
What's more, the saints have different practice techniques, different sword skills, different innate Holy Spirit roots, and different understandings of the great way of heaven and earth. How can the holy energy be merged together without any obstacles?
A sudden sense of fear and an almost instinctive ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart.
Two sword lights crossed the sky and slashed towards each other. A loud noise came out, and the whole world shook. Time also fell into a brief stagnation at this moment, and Yao Wenshan's mood also fell into endlessness at this moment.
In doubt and confusion.
"Swish!" A whistle that seemed to be similar sounded in my ears.
Yao Wenshan's chaotic mood suddenly woke up, and he felt a sharp pain coming from his chin, as if his neck had been stretched out for a while. Looking up, he saw the blue sky getting closer and closer to him.
Immediately afterwards, a green vine appeared in front of me, thrusting on my body with a sharper howling sound. The thin thorns like steel needles pierced into my body without mercy.
The tingling and unbearable itchy feeling almost made Yao Wenshan scream, and his mind began to become confused again.
"It's not good to be poisonous!" After all, he is a powerful man of the fourth grade of Emperor Saint. Yao Wenshan is stronger than Zeng Ning'an in terms of strength, divine thoughts and will. He found that he was not good and bit the tip of his tongue and recovered a few minutes after he found that he was not good.
Be awake and forcefully activate the holy energy.
At this moment, a small face with a pointed chin appeared in front of her, and her two ruby-like eyes flashed with breathtaking magic. Yao Wenshan looked at him subconsciously, and then his mind was shocked and he couldn't help but fall into it.
"Sister Erya, you haven't seen each other for so many years, and you are still alive. Do you still remember me? I am Brother Wenshan." The little fox in front of me turned into a farm girl with a slightly dark face and a strong figure.
It was the sister next door he had crushed when he was young, and it was also a beautiful memory that he could not forget in his life. He looked at his sister "Erya" affectionately. The wrinkled old face of the second ancestor of the Moyun Sect in the future was so shy.
, so distorted.
"Sister Erya, I have always been thinking about you, and I haven't changed for so many years." In the air, like a meteor falling, the Second Patriarch was completely unaware of it. He pinched the corners of his clothes with both hands and plucked up the courage to say this sentence. His old face
It was already full of shame.
"Uh..." Gu Fenghua and his friends retching at the same time.
Weng Yuanming felt even more chills and had goose bumps all over the floor. He looked at the scene in amazement, and even forgot to save the person. Of course, the incident happened suddenly, and it was too late for him to save him.
No one expected that Gu Fenghua and others, one first-rank Emperor Saint, three ninth-rank Emperor Saint, and one sword together would be so powerful that they could compete with Yao Wenshan, the fourth-rank Emperor Saint, and block Yao Wenshan from them.
With all his strength, Yao Wenshan was punched into the air by a small iron beast, and then was pulled down heavily by the demon plant, and then he was confused by the Nine-tailed Illusion Fox, it was just a matter of a blink of an eye.
,Who has time to rescue him?
Amid the "boom" roar, Yao Wenshan followed Zeng Ning'an's footsteps and smashed heavily on the ground. His luck was good. He did not look down like Zeng Ning'an, but his face down... OK