I originally wanted to use Zong Zheng Mingyang as a whetstone and sharpen the sword that gathers the mind and concentrates the heart. Who knew that under their joint sword and the Cangchen Holy Pattern, this old man was
Gu Fenghua was so vulnerable.
"Gu Fenghua, don't be too proud too early. Do you think my strength is just that!" Zong Zhengmingyang roared in grief and anger.
What does "just this little strength" mean? He is the seventh grade of the Emperor Saint, the seventh grade of the Emperor Saint. Looking at the Wuji Holy Heaven, in addition to the Eighteen Lords and the three noble saints, there are still a few people who can have such strength.
, How come Gu Fenghua said it, it seems so worthless.
Physical trauma is still secondary, and psychological trauma is fatal. At this moment, Zong Zhengmingyang was angry with liberation.
With a roar, he stomped and soared into the air again.
Gu Fenghua turned sideways slightly and raised his sword again. Luo Enen and others stood beside her. Although her face was like Gu Fenghua, with a contemptuous smile, her eyes were a little solemn.
Although they defeated Zong Zhengmingyang with just one sword, it seemed extremely relaxed on the surface, but only they themselves knew that most of them were the credit of the Cangchen Holy Pattern. If there was no Cangchen Holy Pattern, they would be comparable to them alone.
The sword of the sixth-grade Emperor Saint could not hurt Zong Zheng Mingyang at all. It would be great if he could block his two palms.
Of course they also knew that Cangchen Holy Pattern was extremely slow to recover his spiritual power. The long slash of the demon sword just now probably had exhausted all his spiritual power. Next, they had to rely on themselves.
Judging from Zong Zheng Mingyang's unwilling roar, he probably was careless and underestimated the enemy just now and did not show his strongest strength. Now, the old man was so angry that he would never reserve and even fight to the death.
How dare they be careless?
Behind him, Weng Yuanming and others also secretly raised their vigilance and were ready to take action at any time.
Zong Zhengming Yang flew higher and higher, and strange lights appeared behind him, like flame swaying, and the aura faintly released by the momentum was getting stronger and stronger.
Obviously, the old man was burning the power of the Holy Source in a grief and anger! Gu Fenghua and others did not dare to be careless, and they also used all their strength to activate the holy energy.
"Let's go!" Suddenly, Zong Zhengmingyang roared and turned around and rushed out of the city.
The disciples were prepared and rushed out immediately.
Escape, the old man actually ran away!
Weng Yuanming and others were ready to take action immediately if something was wrong. Who knew that the old man was yelling so hard that he pretended to fight to the death, but in the end he turned around and ran away, stunned for a moment.
How could they know Zong Zhengmingyang's helplessness? After so many years of hard work, they finally found this opportunity to return to Starview City. I thought that the position of the city lord was easy to win, and he could finally be proud and take back what he once belonged to him.
Who knew that everything would fail in the end. At this moment, his heart was bleeding.
But it wouldn't be possible if you don't escape. Just one sword hurts Gu Fenghua and others. More importantly, he has a faint intuition that this is not the strongest strength of Gu Fenghua and others. Otherwise, even if he just took it in time
If you pull your hands back, you will probably be unable to escape death.
He stayed with the green mountains and was not afraid of burning fire. As long as he saved his life, he would have one day to return to Star City and would sooner or later take back everything he belonged to him. Now, he could only comfort himself like this.