A few front teeth flew out, Yao Wenshan raised his head with blood in his mouth, and tried to support his body with both hands, but just halfway up, he lay down heavily again, and his nose bleeding was as crazy as a bright red fountain.
Spray out.
"Second brother..." Weng Yuanming exclaimed in a sad voice.
"Sister Erya, where are you going, wait for me, wait for me." Yao Wenshan's sorrow to Weng Yuanming was as if he hadn't realized it. He lay on the ground and shouted anxiously, with his wrinkled old face, but he still had a look with him.
That young man has shyness.
Oh my God, it's so stingy, so stingy.
"Uh..." Gu Fenghua and others felt chills and retching again.
"Gu Fenghua, how dare you hurt my third brother, hurt my second brother, I want to kill you!" Look at Zeng Ning'an, who was stiff neck next to him, and then look at the confused face in front of him.
The shy Yao Wenshan, Weng Yuanming was in a state of grief and anger, and roared and rushed towards Gu Fenghua and others.
Although I felt that the so-called Three Saints of Moyun were extremely clear and very different from ordinary people, after seeing the strength of Zeng Ning'an and Yao Wenshan, Gu Fenghua dared not look down on Weng Yuanming at all, so he quickly raised his eyes
Jian, Luo Enen, Bai Fatty, and Ye Wuse also used their holy energy to be fully prepared.
Even Ye Yunji secretly held the hilt of the sword. Zeng Ning'an and Yao Wenshan were the third grade of Emperor Saint and the fourth grade of Emperor Saint. Looking at Wuji Holy Heaven, they were all strong. As the leader of Moyun's Three Saints
Weng Yuanming will only be stronger than them, and will never be weaker. Gu Fenghua and his men's strongest swords have been exposed to Weng Yuanming, so how dare he be careless?
"Do it!" Zuo Hongan also shouted in a deep voice.
I thought that with the Three Saints of Moyun, Gu Fenghua and others would definitely die, but I didn’t know that after taking action, the second and third ancestors of the Moyun Sect’s founding sect were even severely damaged. If Weng Yuanming was defeated again, wouldn’t they be completely defeated?
All previous efforts were wasted, so Zuo Hongan would not dare to wait any longer.
"I don't need outsiders to interfere in my Moyun Sect, I will give up." Weng Yuanming's eyes were already red in anger. Seeing Zuo Hongan and others taking action, he shouted again.
Come again and again, the bullshit Moyun Sect, there is not even a mountain gate, it is just the Tianmoyun Sect Moyun Sect. Do you want to be the founder of the sect and want to be crazy? Zuo Hongan was so angry that he jumped up, and he just felt that one by one, a horse was so ruthless that he was from the grass and mud.
The eyes were flying past.
"Don't worry about him, do it!" The opportunity cannot be lost, and Zuo Hongan made up his mind to kill Gu Fenghua no matter what, avenge his own son, and avenge the elites of Lu Xiuwen and other sects.
Paying attention to Weng Yuanming, he drew out his sword directly.
Although Hong Yuanan and others had the idea of quitting, they could not wait and see, so they could only grit their teeth and draw out their swords at the same time.
"Woo..." At this moment, a low and sad voice sounded.
The sound lingers in my ears and fills my mind, sadness and resentment, but it brings heavy pressure. Zuo Hong'an and Hong Yuan'an only felt their minds tremble, and they were suddenly lost.
Everyone was shocked. You should know that although their strength is not as good as that of the Three Saints of Moyun, they are definitely not weak. They are also from orthodox sects and have been practicing mysterious secret techniques since childhood. Their divine thoughts are comparable to those of the Three Saints of Moyun.
The casual cultivator is actually a little stronger and will never be easily affected by the outside world. How could he be so easily disturbed by his mind? Subconsciously, several people stopped.