"No need to worry, kill me!" Qu Dangyuan came to destroy Xuangang Sect today, so he was too lazy to talk nonsense to him anymore, so he gave an order directly.
"Kill!" Behind him, thousands of masters and powerful men shouted in unison, and the entire Yunjin City seemed to be trembling in the roar.
Beside Qu Dangyuan, seven elders of Canyang Sect and more than ten deacons flew out with their disciples first, drew their swords to attack the disciples of Xuangang Sect.
Emperor Saint, first grade, second grade, third grade... sixth grade, seventh grade!
Although they only had more than a hundred people together, their strength was there. Facing the thousands of Xuangang Sect disciples in front of them, they showed an overwhelming momentum, like a tiger descending the mountain and rushing into the wolf pack.
The disciples of Xuangang Sect opposite were so scared that their whole body was trembling and they couldn't help but retreat. Some of the poorly powerful even fell to the ground and could not even retreat.
Seeing this, other disciples of the Canyang Sect laughed wildly and were ready to follow him and go forward.
"Stop!" At this moment, an angry roar came from Xuangang Sect, and dozens of figures flew out. The leader was Zhan Shibai, the Supreme Elder of Xuangang Sect. Behind him were Lu Changsheng and Fang Tianyou, and several others were Lu Changsheng and the others.
The elder deacon, Gu Fenghua and his party, were also Zhong Lingxiu and his brothers, Zhu Sifang and others.
Seeing them, the seven elders of the Canyang Sect and the deacons who were preparing to kill each other raised their eyebrows, but did not stop, but continued to kill the disciples of the Xuangang Sect in front.
"Stop!" James Bo yelled again.
Unfortunately, the other party obviously had no intention of stopping, but instead came faster and the attack became faster. Seeing that the disciples were about to die tragically under the other party's sword, the elders and deacons of Xuangang Sect were all disturbed by their hearts.
"One sword, kill the prehistoric world!"
"Nine Heavens, Phantom Thunder!"
"Beidou, dominate the world!"
"Holy soul, heaven is broken!"
At this moment, four sword lights slashed out from behind, and then merged into a sword like water and milk.
The Ninth Grade of Emperor Saint, the Peak!
Although the elders of the Canyang Sect opposite had heard of the power of Gu Fenghua and others joining forces with one sword, not many people have seen this sword with their own eyes. It was not until this moment that they knew how this sword was.
It is magnificent and majestic, so awe-inspiring. The entire world suddenly changed color at this moment, and everything in the world seemed to be surrendering to this sword.
Facing such a sword, even the seventh-grade powerful people in the Emperor Saint were frightened. They didn't care about the disciples of Xuangang Sect in front of them, and they all shouted loudly, waving their swords to face the shocking sword that combines four swords.
Mang.
"Boom!" The earth shook, and the elder deacon of the Canyang Sect who was about to start a massacre retreated repeatedly. Gu Fenghua and Luo Enen also paused and took a few steps back.
Neither side took any advantage in this fight. This is normal. Gu Fenghua and others are not the real Ninth-grade Emperor Saint after all, and not only are the number of people on the other side, but there are not only one weak person, the strongest one.
The second elder has even reached the seventh grade of the Emperor Saint.
With the power of four people, he can fight more than a hundred strong men without being at a disadvantage and forcing the opponent to retreat. Such a record is enough to be gratifying.
What is even more gratifying is that although they failed to decide the outcome, the disciples of Xuangang Sect in front escaped.
"Sir, Elder!" With the joy and fear of surviving the disaster, these young disciples rolled and crawled to the side of Zhan Shibo and others. Many of them even cried with joy and quickly wiped their tears.