It’s a pity that there is still something important to do, so I can’t do it myself. Changsun Luocang was calmly placing his handprints while looking at Gu Fenghua’s young and beautiful face, and he didn’t feel any secret regret in his heart.
Before, he was afraid of something outside the situation, so he tried his best to seal the holy pattern. He was already exhausted. Now, seeing that Gu Fenghua and others have really come over, and the Glazed Demon Sounding did not disappoint him. Instead, he felt relieved and made a handprint.
The speed is much slower.
"You underestimate us." Gu Fenghua shook his head and slowly raised his long sword.
Although the other party's strength is generally one level higher than them, and this level difference is an insurmountable gap in the Wuji Shengtian, just like the abyss they are in at this time, but her
Her expression was still so confident and calm, and her eyes were still so calm.
No! Qi Qinghong suddenly felt a bit of ominous premonition in his heart. He could see that Gu Fenghua was definitely not talking wildly or arrogant. It was a kind of absolute confidence in his own strength and absolute respect for his companions.
Trust. Although Luo Enen and others were not speaking beside her, the confidence on their faces was exactly the same as her.
Obviously, their strength is one level lower, where do they get such confidence? Qi Qinghong didn't think much about it. As a strong man of the eighth grade of the Emperor Saint, he had the same confidence in his intuition, but at this moment, this kind of
Confidence is obviously not a good thing.
"Sky Stars, Falling Cang!" Qi Qinghong took the lead in attacking Gu Fenghua.
"Tianxing, Luo Cang!" Gong Wenshi attacked Ye Wuse.
For Ye Wuse, the hatred of killing his father and mother is irreconcilable, but for him, it is a shame to let Ye Wuse go by Qin Yuan'an's plan to deceive the world. Even if Ye Wuse doesn't look for him
When he seeks revenge, he will also kill Ye Wuse to wash away the shame of that year.
"Tianxing, Luo Cang!" Tang Yongxing rushed towards Luo Enen with an angry look.
If the fat white man hadn't interrupted, he would have taken action angrily just now and blasted the little girl in front of him into a residue. How could he show mercy at this time? Of course, blasting Luo Enen into a residue is just his own thoughts and what is the fact?
But it was unknown at the time, perhaps, the result was not as beautiful as he imagined.
"I am Cheng Moran, when I am in the nine springs, it is best to remember my name." A strong figure rushed towards the fat white man, which was the old man he had chosen before.
Among the few people, the tall and thin old man from the sixth grade of Emperor Saint did not take action. There was no way, his opponent was too weak, just two fourth grade of Emperor Saints, and killing them would be too despicable.
The story is actually a joke. If you accidentally, it may cause dissatisfaction among several senior brothers. He misunderstood that he wanted to steal the limelight in front of his master. Therefore, he would wait until several senior brothers killed Gu Fenghua and others, and he would take action slowly.
Late.
What the few people used at this time were Changsun Luocang's unique skills, but when their cultivation reached their level, even if the same sword skills were in their hands, they would always have some different insights.
Qi Qinghong's sword is calm and grand, majestic, but also varied in a thousand ways, and it is extremely exquisite. It faintly shows a sense of natural success, which fully exerts his eighth-level Emperor Saint cultivation.
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Although Gong Wenshi's strength was one level lower, the sword was as fast as a meteor, and the extremely sharp sword seemed to pierce the heaven and earth and pierce the void. Even more terrible, this sword was not only extremely sharp, but also strange and unpredictable.
Even if you have all your strength to gather your spiritual thoughts, you cannot capture its trajectory.