The cultivation level of the middle-aged man, the fourth-level Emperor Saint, had already brought great shock to everyone. Unexpectedly, his senior brother had actually reached the fifth-level Emperor Saint, and looking at the aura of the deep inner sword in the sword,
His true strength is probably not comparable to that of the fifth-grade powerful man in the ordinary Emperor Saint.
Although Luo Enen defeated his fourth-level junior brother of the Emperor Saint with one palm, his cultivation level was very different from each level. At this time, she faced this real fifth-level emperor Saint, and she would be able to do it again.
It may not be that easy to win.
Moreover, she looked resentful and didn't even pull out the sword, and rushed forward in a daze. It was obvious that she had made a big mistake of underestimating the enemy and advancing. Can she really underestimate the powerful man of the fifth grade of the Emperor Saint?
Everyone couldn't help but show a little worry in their eyes.
There is no way. Wuji Shengtian is also a world where you look at your face. One is a beautiful beauty with a pretty face, and the other is a middle-aged uncle with a gloomy face. Even if it is right or wrong, normal people will naturally tend to be Luo Enen.
What's more, Sima Batian's previous performance was really too domineering. He didn't care whether the reason or not, and he would have to cut off his own arms when he came up. Isn't this obvious that he is bullying others by relying on his seniority?
Near, closer!
"The great way is thousands of, the sky sword is dry..." The man in the green robe shouted, and the cold light above the long sword soared into the sky. Among them, there seemed to be thousands of mysteries and changes hidden.
What a strong sword! Everyone's hearts were all raised to their throats.
"Bang!" Suddenly, a crisp sound came.
The sword technique that the man in the green robe called out was interrupted, and the last word Kun was reached to his mouth, and he forced himself back. Five bright red fingerprints quickly appeared on his face, red so brightly,
So dazzling, so dazzling. Half of the sword light slashed out was stopped in the air and could no longer be cut.
All around, everyone was stunned again, and finally recovered from waking up, and was confused again.
It was so fast and so sharp. Until now, few people even saw clearly how Luo Enen slapped the man in the green robe.
The man in the green robe was also slapped by this slap. He held the sword and his mind was blank: How could this happen? How could this happen? He is a powerful man of the fifth grade of Emperor Saint, how could he be so easily
He slapped the face in the face. In the past, he had never defeated such a miserable defeat against the powerful man of the seventh and eighth grade of God.
He didn't know that in the past, when people exchanged ideas with others, how could they hurt Sima Batian's face, and how could they show their true strength? Every time they exchanged ideas, they were actually giving in to him.
I didn't know my true combat power at all, so I became more and more arrogant and more arrogant.
"Hey, why are you standing there? Are you still going to hit him?" Even Luo Enen himself did not expect that this slap would slap him in the face so easily.
I thought that with his fifth-level Emperor Saint cultivation, he would have to work hard to get rid of it, so Luo Enen's seemingly simple palm actually left countless backup methods and hidden countless changes.
Miss Luo felt very disappointed when she could easily succeed without using any changes in her later operation.
"The great way is thousands of, heaven..." The man in the green robe finally came to his senses, looked angry, stared at Luo Enen tightly, raised his sword high, and shouted again.
"Bang!" Before the words fell, a crisp sound came again.