Qu Dangyuan was very fond of this precious son when he was old. Qu Hongan did not disappoint him. Relying on his extraordinary talent and countless cultivation resources, he was promoted to the imperial rank at a young age, let alone their silence.
Even the hostile Xuangang Sect and Hanyun Sect have to admit that Qu Hongan is the most outstanding cultivation genius in Beiyuan City's history. So, before Qu Dangyuan could speak, the elders of the Canyang Sect unanimously recommended Qu Hong
She sat on the position of young sect leader.
Everyone has high hopes for Qu Hongan, and Qu Dangyuan regards him as his lifelong pride.
But now, because of his carelessness, this pride fell before his eyes and gradually became cold. Qu Dangyuan was both annoyed and sad. His tough face was twisted, and blue veins appeared, as ferocious as
A wounded beast.
Hearing Qu Dangyuan's roar, Zhu Sifang and others' hearts had completely sunk into the Ice Valley.
Qu Dangyuan took action before just to help Zhan Xin Sect come forward, and he has no grudges with Gu Fenghua. If Gu Fenghua and others showed enough strength to make him afraid, Qu Dangyuan might have changed his mind. But now
His only beloved son also died in Gu Fenghua's hands, and both sides were truly immortal.
Knowing that such a deadly revenge was not possible at all, Zhu Sifang and others did not speak nonsense, but held the long sword tightly, circulated the holy energy with all their might, and rushed towards Gu Fenghua and the others.
The intertwined golden light was like a huge net, imprisoning Gu Fenghua and others. With their current state, it would be difficult to use the joint sword again. If you want to save them, the only way is to break the barrier from the outside.
This time, when they saw them rushing towards each other, the disciples of the Canyang Sect who were blocking the front not only did not stop them, but instead left the two sides to give way, and they still gave their full efforts.
Sword lights slashed heavily on the barrier, but only a golden ripples rippled. Even Zhong Lingxiu, a seventh-grade Emperor Saint, could not break it, and was shocked to retreat one after another.
Around him, a disciple of the Canyang Sect showed a contemptuous sneer on his face.
If the city-mopping formation in Beiyuan City was so easy to be broken, they would probably not know how many times their three sects had been destroyed, and what was their turn to take action.
Finally stopped and stabilized his body. Zhu Sifang and several formation masters all looked gray, and even Zhong Lingxiu looked sad. It was not until this moment that they truly realized the power of the city-sharing formation in Beiyuan City.
Not to mention them, even the king envoy may be powerless in the face of such a city-sharing formation.
If you want to break this barrier easily, only the strength above the king envoy can do it, such as the powerful sword that Gu Fenghua unsheathed and cut out was beyond the peak of the ninth grade of the Emperor Saint.
Their eyes fell on Gu Fenghua again through the barrier like a giant golden net: Are they still unwilling to draw the sword? What was she hesitating about?
Gu Fenghua's hand pressed the hilt of the sword again.
Although she was about to retreat at a touch, she also felt the power of this barrier. Of course, she also knew that only by drawing out the long sword and using the power of the magic sword itself could the barrier in front of her could be broken. However, this thought was just right.
As soon as it arose, the strong uneasiness surged into my heart again, as if a voice was shouting anxiously in my heart: Stop, stop, never draw your sword!
Wait, this sound seems to come from the divine sword itself wrapped in layers, from the sword tip where the divine light lingers in the sword sheath, which is hard to tell the true appearance.
What's going on? Gu Fenghua was about to pop the sword's finger and stopped involuntarily.