Without the power of a concentrated sword, even Gu Fenghua's strength of the first-rank emperor saint is absolutely no threat in Weng Yuanming's view, let alone the strength of the ninth-rank heaven saint.
"When death is imminent, how dare you resist!" Weng Yuanming sneered, and chopped off his head with his flute as a sword.
"Woo" The desolate and melodious flute sounded again, and a huge force was like a flood breaking a bank, pouring towards Gu Fenghua and others. Four golden holy beads also flashed on his forehead at the same time.
The fourth rank of Emperor Saint. Weng Yuanming's cultivation is not much better than Zeng Ning'an's, but this bone flute contains the power of ancient beasts, but it is no less than any magic weapon. The power of this sword is stronger than Zeng Ning'an's sword out several times.
"Pfft" Luo Enen, Fatty Bai, and Ye Wuse spit out a mouthful of blood at the same time, and were shocked to back again and again.
Although Gu Fenghua was still persevering, his face instantly turned pale.
"Dragon Sword, Wuzun!" At this time, Ye Yunji finally made a move.
The golden sword light, with the might of splitting the world, slashed towards Weng Yuanming.
Seeing this familiar sword again, both Hong Yuan'an and He Yandao's hearts trembled. When they fought Ye Yunji back then, the other party didn't draw a sword at all, and he slapped He Yandao unconscious with a single slap. It was only then that they saw Ye Yunji draw his sword for the first time, and they knew that, How tyrannical and terrifying his sword is.
Emperor Holy Third Grade! They can be sure that the power of Ye Yunji's sword has definitely reached the third rank of Emperor Saint, or even stronger.
However, between his eyebrows, there was only a golden holy bead showing. Although Gu Fenghua and Luo Enen could work together to unleash the sword power of the fourth-rank Emperor Saint, Ye Yunji could use the sword of the third-rank Emperor Saint by himself alone. Wei, how did he do it?
They couldn't think of an answer to this question. At this moment, they only felt deeply fortunate: Fortunately, he didn't draw his sword in the last fight, otherwise, no matter how much money he spent, he might not be able to buy his life back. .
Seeing Ye Yunji's astonishing sword move, Weng Yuanming was equally astonished. With the strength of the first-rank Emperor Saint, it's nothing more than displaying the sword power of the third-rank Emperor Saint, but in this sword, he faintly felt a mysterious aura, and that aura was actually comparable to the divine beast in the bone flute. The power is somewhat similar, it seems stronger!
Although with his cultivation at the peak of the fourth rank of Emperor Saint, he is not afraid of Ye Yunji's sword, which is comparable to the third rank of Emperor Saint, but the mysterious aura really makes him dread it.
Weng Yuanming shouted again, holding a flute in his right hand and making a few handprints with his left hand.
"Chirp" Between heaven and earth, a high-pitched bird song sounded.
Rays of strange light diffused out from the Xiao hole and gathered into a phantom of a divine bird.
This sacred bird is red all over, its body is like a goose and a duck, it is about two feet high, its wings are only about one foot wide, and on its slender neck, there are actually nine bird heads, each of which is ferocious, one after another. Let out a high-pitched and long cry that is frightening.
"Ghost car!" Gu Fenghua and others exclaimed at the same time.
The ghost car is a legendary ancient divine bird. It is said to be a branch of the Feng family, and it was originally an auspicious bird. Later, he was injured by another divine beast, and his temperament became vicious and violent. Even the falling bird feathers, the dripping blood, and even the cry were full of evil spirits. If anyone happened to meet him, he would be bloody and even his family would be destroyed. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com