Flying in the air, Mo Qingqiu thought of something, and turned his head to look behind him, but he didn't see the figure of the young man. Just now when the barrier was broken from the outside, it wasn't just the two masters and apprentices who shot, but also the young man. Although in terms of strength, he still can't compare with himself, but Mo Qingqiu can feel that his real combat power is still far superior to other saints of the same level, and even emperor saints who are two or three levels higher than him are by no means his opponent.
More importantly, when the sword was released, the majesty and arrogance on his body made Mo Qingqiu feel palpitated, as if seeing that long-lost figure again!
It's just that when the barrier was broken, his figure disappeared. Mo Qingqiu also felt inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.
But now is obviously not the time to think about these things, saving Gu Fenghua is the top priority. If she hadn't set up the formation, in this trial of Qingqiu Gorge, apart from the hundreds of people who escaped from the Wujue Nitian formation at the beginning, the other disciples of the sect would surely die. As the master of Qingqiu Gorge, he would be ruined. . Even if he is afraid of his strength and no one dares to ask for an explanation, he will not be able to forgive himself, and will spend the rest of his life in regret.
? From another perspective, Gu Fenghua saved not only the disciples of various sects, but also Mo Qingqiu. No matter what, he must save Gu Fenghua and never let her have any accidents.
"Liu He Ba Huang, sword dance in Qingqiu!" A quaint long sword appeared in Mo Qingqiu's hand, and slashed towards the invisible power that descended from the sky.
The closer you are to Gu Fenghua, the more you can feel the horror of that power. Even a top powerhouse like Mo Qingqiu is not sure to contend with it with a pair of fleshy palms.
Qingfan had already drawn out his long sword, and when he saw this, he also slashed out with one sword.
"Pfft!" The sword with all its strength seemed to cut into the vast ocean, and then, a force that was several times stronger than his sword came back, and the power blasted directly into the meridians through the long sword , into the sea of ??air. Qing Fan spat out a mouthful of blood, and took a few steps back again and again.
Mo Qingqiu's body was shocked. Although he was not as bloody as Qingfan was, his face turned pale instantly.
What a tyrannical force! It was only then that Mo Qingqiu realized the horror of this power firsthand, and he also understood one thing more - how difficult it is for Gu Fenghua to use the self-destruct formation to help the disciples of various sects to save their lives.
With such a talent, even if it is not for his own fame, but for the entire Wuji Holy Heaven, there must be no accidents! Mo Qingqiu gritted his teeth, and flew straight towards the spirit cloud, blocking the power that was still falling for Gu Fenghua.
"Boom, boom, boom" Loud noises came one after another.
After every loud noise, Mo Qingqiu's old and straight figure would tremble accordingly, and his face became even paler. Qingfan calmed down a little, and rushed forward again, wanting to take some of the pressure off for Master. However, how tyrannical is this power that contains the five elements of heavenly power and the six heavenly tribulations, even a strong man like Mo Qingqiu can deal with it extremely difficult, let alone him?
After only a few strikes, he spit out blood again, and was sent flying heavily.
Below the Lingyun, streaks of blood gushed out of Gu Fenghua's mouth.
Although Mo Qingqiu blocked most of the power for her, the remaining part was still not something she could easily bear at the peak of the Ninth Saint of Heaven. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com