A few front teeth flew out, Yao Wenshan raised his head with blood in his mouth, tried to prop up his body with both hands, but just halfway up, he fell down heavily again, two nosebleeds, like a bright red fountain Squirt out.
"Second brother" Weng Yuanming let out a mournful cry.
"Sister Erya, where are you going, wait for me, wait for me." Yao Wenshan was unaware of Weng Yuanming's mournful cries, lying on the ground and shouting eagerly, his old face full of wrinkles, but he still had a smile on his face. That young man was shy.
God, it's so stinky, so stinky.
"Uh" Gu Fenghua and the others felt a chill and retched again.
"Gu Fenghua, how dare you hurt my third brother, my second brother, I'm going to kill you!" Look at Zeng Ning'an, who is beside him with a stiff neck and dare not move too much, and then look at the bewildered face in front of him. The shy Yao Wenshan and Weng Yuanming roared with grief and indignation, and rushed towards Gu Fenghua and the others.
Although I feel that the brain circuits of the so-called Sansheng Moyun are very clear and different from ordinary people, but after seeing the strength of Zeng Ning'an and Yao Wenshan, Gu Fenghua dared to underestimate Weng Yuanming, so he quickly raised his head Jian, Luo Enen, Fatty Bai, and Ye Wuse also circulated holy energy and waited with all their might.
Even Ye Yunji secretly grasped the hilt of the sword. Zeng Ning'an and Yao Wenshan had a third-rank Emperor Saint and a fourth-rank Emperor Saint. Looking at Wuji Shengtian, both of them could be called strong. Weng Yuanming, compared to them, will only be stronger, definitely not weaker. The strongest swords of Gu Fenghua and the others have been exposed in front of Weng Yuanming, so how dare he be careless.
"Do it!" Zuo Hongan also shouted in a deep voice.
I thought that Gu Fenghua and others would surely die if the three sages of Moyun took action, but when they acted, the second and third patriarchs of the future Moyun sect would be severely injured. If Weng Yuanming was defeated again, wouldn't they be completely Zuo Hongan didn't dare to wait any longer if all his previous efforts were wasted.
"I don't need outsiders to intervene in the affairs of Moyunzong, and I will step down." Weng Yuanming's eyes were already red with anger, and when he saw Zuo Hongan and others make a move, he shouted angrily again.
Come again and again, the shitty Moyun sect doesn't even have a mountain gate yet, it's just Moyun sect Moyun sect all day long, you want to be the founder of the sect, are you crazy? Zuo Hong'an was so angry that he jumped, only to feel that the muddy horses were galloping past in front of him.
"Don't worry about him, do it!" Zuo Hong'an made up his mind to kill Gu Fenghua no matter what, to avenge his own son, Lu Xiuwen and other sect elites. Ignoring Weng Yuanming, he drew out his long sword directly.
Although Hong Yuan'an and the others had the idea of ??suffocating, but the matter had come to this point, they could not allow them to look forward and backward, so they could only grit their teeth and pull out their long swords at the same time.
"Woo" At this moment, a deep and sad voice sounded.
The voice lingered in the ears and filled the mind, sad and sad, but it also brought a heavy pressure. Zuo Hong'an and Hong Yuan'an felt their hearts tremble, and they lost their minds for a moment.
They were all taken aback. You must know that although they are not as powerful as the Moyun Sansages, they are by no means weak. Moreover, they come from orthodox sects, have practiced mysterious techniques since childhood, and their spiritual sense is stronger than that of the Moyun Sansages. Loose cultivators are actually a little bit stronger, and they will never be easily influenced by the outside world. How can they be so easily disturbed? Subconsciously, several people stopped.
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