Emperor Saint Fourth Rank! The power of this sword has reached the fourth rank of Emperor Saint, comparable to his own.
How is this possible? How could one Emperor Saint rank one and three Heavenly Saint ranks nine be able to display the mighty sword power of Emperor Saint rank four? Taste it. What's more, the holy masters have different cultivation methods, different sword skills, different innate holy spirit roots, and different perceptions of the heaven and earth avenue. How can the holy qi be integrated without hindrance?
In his heart, there was an unprecedented fear suddenly, as well as an almost instinctive premonition.
Two sword glows streaked across the sky, slashing each other head-on, and there was a loud noise, and the whole world trembled. Time also fell into a short period of stagnation at this moment, and Yao Wenshan's mood also fell into endless doubts and confusion at this moment.
"Hoo!" A similar scream sounded in my ears.
Yao Wenshan woke up from his chaotic mood in an instant, and felt a sharp pain in his chin, as if his neck had been stretched for a while. When he looked up, he saw that the blue sky was getting closer and closer to him. Immediately afterwards, a green vine appeared in front of his eyes, and with a sharper howling sound, it pulled at his body, and those thin thorns like steel needles pierced into his body mercilessly.
The stinging, drunken, itchy and unbearable taste almost made Yao Wenshan cry out in pain, and his mind began to become confused again.
"It's not good, it's poisonous!" After all, he is a strong man of the fourth rank of the emperor. Yao Wenshan is stronger than Zeng Ning'an in terms of strength, divine sense, and will. When he found something bad, he bit the tip of his tongue and recovered a little Sober, forcefully mobilize the Holy Qi.
Just at this moment, a small face with a pointed chin appeared in front of his eyes, and two ruby-like eyes flashed with breathtaking magic power. Yao Wenshan looked subconsciously, and then his heart was shocked, and he fell into it involuntarily.
"Sister Erya, I haven't seen you for so many years, and you are still alive. Do you still remember me? I'm Brother Wenshan." The little fox in front of him turned into a strong peasant girl with a dark complexion. It was the sister next door who he had a crush on when he was young, and it is also a beautiful memory that he will never forget in his life. Looking affectionately at the "Erya" sister, the wrinkled old face of the future Second Patriarch of the Moyun Sect is so shy and coy.
"Sister Erya, in fact, I have been thinking of you all the time, and it hasn't changed for so many years." In midair, falling like a meteor, the Second Patriarch didn't know it. It was already blushing.
"Uh" Gu Fenghua and the others retched at the same time.
Weng Yuanming was even more chilled, and goosebumps fell all over the ground. He watched this scene dumbfounded, and even forgot to save people. Of course, the incident happened suddenly, and it was too late for him to save him.
No one thought that Gu Fenghua and the others, a first-rank emperor saint and three ninth-rank heavenly saints, would have such power in a single sword. A sword with all its strength, until Yao Wenshan was punched into the air by the little iron beast, and then he was slammed down by the monster plant, and then he was confused by the nine-tailed phantom fox, all in the blink of an eye , who has time to help?
"Boom", Yao Wenshan also followed in Zeng Ningan's footsteps, and hit the ground heavily. His luck was good, he didn't face down like Zeng Ningan, but face down ok Well, it seems that this luck is not good. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com