"One sword, kill the prehistoric world!" Gu Fenghua gritted his teeth, burst out the holy energy in his body to the extreme, and once again used his strongest sword.
"Nine Heavens, Phantom Thunder!"
"Beidou, dominate the world!"
"Holy soul, heaven is broken!" Luo Enen, Bai Fatty, and Ye Wuse also tried their best to slash out a sword.
Although they did not have the strong divine consciousness as strong as Gu Fenghua, they could also feel that Ye Yunji's sword was much weaker than before, so how could he be willing to see him pay the price of his life to protect himself? Lian Si Liqun and others
They can all fight for their lives to fight Jiuzhou, why can't they?
The four sword lights gathered and condensed again, but this time, the expressions of the few people changed at the same time.
Failed, this time, they actually failed. The sword that gathered the spirit and heart, the attack power was not weak, which was no different from before, but it was unable to use Gu Fenghua's innate earth-based holy spirit root to form a comparable one.
The powerful defense of the fourth grade of Emperor Saint. This is their greatest reliance.
Otherwise, it would be okay to deal with ordinary emperor saints with such an attack alone. How could it pose a real threat to top-notch people like Changsun Luocang?
It's over, now it's really over. Although several people know that the sword with both offense and defense is already at risk of failure. Their injuries have not healed. Not only has the holy energy almost exhausted, but their spiritual consciousness is also seriously damaged. If they fail, they will fail again.
It's normal, but at this moment, my heart still trembled.
Ye Wuse suddenly took a step forward and made a handprint.
"No!" Luo Enen shouted in surprise.
She remembered very clearly that this handprint was learned from the Purple Chen Hall of Xinghua Holy Temple, and it was also an ancient magic that burst out the holy energy to the extreme and thus dies with her opponent!
Ye Wuse seemed to have not heard her voice, and continued to write her handprints with a firm look on his face. He knew that only in this way could it be possible to pose a little threat to Changsun Luocang and gain a chance for others to survive!
"No!" Seeing Ye Wuse's actions, several Holy Sect leaders not far away also exclaimed in unison.
Although they could not recognize what handprint this was, they could also feel the tragic aura of Ye Wuse. This aura was surprisingly similar to the aura when Zhan Jiuzhou exploded. Even if they used their toes, they could guess.
What did this amazingly handsome young man want to do?
I have seen Gu Fenghua and his friends fighting for the death with their own eyes, and their unyielding will. Even the leaders of the Holy Sect were impressed by it. Seeing these young people surviving their lives and fighting in Jiuzhou
After self-destruction, he could not help but cry with joy. Of course, he couldn't bear to watch Ye Wuse die like this.
It would be fine if he could really die with Changsun Luocang, but Changsun Luocang is not them, and Ye Wuse is not a war in Jiuzhou. After all, his cultivation is only the ninth grade of Tiansheng. Even if he explodes wildly, he may not be able to cause trouble to Changsun Luocang.
Decent threat.
Amid the screams, all the Holy Sect leaders rushed forward, and the disciples of each sect followed closely behind.
Qin Xiude, Wu Zhixing and others rushed up, and they were also impressed by Gu Fenghua and others. Even if they were not asking Gu Fenghua to refine the holy pill or to observe her alchemy method, they would not want to see them die.
Yu Changsun Luocang's subordinates.
Chang Aotian, Ling Xuanxin and others were even more furious and roared in unison to fly towards Changsun Luocang.
However, it was too late! Changsun Luocang had already made up his mind that he would get Gu Fenghua's storage bracelet and Xianluocao, otherwise he would not be able to sacrifice his natal artifact.