Ji Mingfeng never expected that Duanmu Linxiu would dare to attack in front of Lord Saint Witch, but he was completely unprepared.
"Sir, please be careful!" Jiang Liangshi and others were also startled and exclaimed in unison.
But they also did not expect Duanmu Linxiu to take action in front of Gu Fenghua, and it was too late to stop him.
Not to mention them, even the people from the Nether Witch clan were shocked.
"Rareless!" At this moment, Gu Fenghua suddenly moved.
Seeing Gu Fenghua take action, Jiang Liangshi and the Lingwu people around him finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Lord Saint Witch was injured just now, it was obviously not seriously injured. Duanmu Linxiu had just activated his natal witch soul not long ago. Even if he was stopped by Lord Saint Witch in time, he would not be able to recover his strength without ten days or half a month.
The opponent of Lord Saint Witch.
The people of the Nether Witch Clan following Duanmu Linxiu were in a state of silence: How could the Great Elder take action in front of Lord Saint Witch? It's over, now it's over, the Great Elder is over, and the Nether Witch Clan is over.
In despair, he saw Gu Fenghua flying over, coming to Duanmu Linxiu's face, and slashing his sword down.
"Ah!" A young woman from the Nether Witch clan screamed. But she screamed halfway through her mouth and suddenly covered her mouth, looking at Gu Fenghua in surprise and confusion.
The sword did not fall on Duanmu Linxiu, but slashed towards the open space beside him.
Golden holy beads flashed between Gu Fenghua's eyebrows. With her powerful strength at the peak of the ninth grade of Emperor Saint, this sword would probably be cut out of a deep pit if the ground paved with stone bricks were cut.
But the result was not the case. Just as her sword light fell, a strange light flashed beside Duanmu Linxiu, and a crack was torn open to the space.
Immediately afterwards, a crisp "clang" sound was heard. An old man in black robe appeared out of thin air and stumbled backwards. While retreating, a large piece of blood was sprinkled on his chest.
It was not until the old man retreated six or seven feet away that he could barely stabilize his body.
Seeing this scene, Ji Mingfeng and others were stunned: Didn’t Lord Saint Witch say that this person has left? Did he guess wrong? No, right? If she guessed wrong, what was going on with this sword? Could it be a coincidence?
But there is no such coincidence in the world? Besides, with the peak strength of the Saint Witch, if you really want to show off your sword against Duanmulin, how could you not even have such a certainty?
"Master Saint Witch's clever tricks, I admire you, I admire you." Just when Ji Mingfeng and others were confused, Duanmu Linxiu had already put away his anger and disappointment, smiled and said to Gu Fenghua with admiration.
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"Thanks to Elder Duanmu's help, otherwise he might not be able to deal with him." Gu Fenghua also said with a smile.
Ji Mingfeng and others finally realized: when acting, it turned out that Lord Saint Witch was acting, and Duanmu Linxiu was acting. The purpose was to confuse the other party first, and then give him a fatal blow.
It is worthy of being the elder of the Nether Witch Clan. This Linglong thought is indeed very comparable. Before we could react, he understood what happened and cooperated with Lord Saint Witch to perform such a good show. This is the feeling in the hearts of Jiang Mingfeng and others.
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This old thief is indeed not a good person. He is so cunning and insidious. He not only deceives outsiders, but also deceives his own people. This is Ji Mingfeng's inner contempt.
However, how did Lord Saint Witch know where this person is invisible? How could he seize the right time to take the sword? Looking at Gu Fenghua, the same doubt arose in everyone's hearts.