"One sword, cut the prehistoric world!" Gu Fenghua gritted his teeth, exploded the holy energy in his body to the extreme, and once again used his strongest sword.
"Nine days, Phantom Thunder!"
"Beidou, Batian!"
"Holy Soul, Tianpo!" Luo Enen, Fatty Bai, and Ye Wuse also slashed with their swords with all their strength.
Although they didn't have as strong divine sense as Gu Fenghua, they also felt that the power of Ye Yunji's sword was much weaker than before, so how could they be willing to see him pay the price of his life to protect themselves. Even Si Liqun and others could risk their lives to fight Jiuzhou, why couldn't they?
The four sword lights converged again, but this time, the expressions of several people changed at the same time.
Failed, this time, they failed. The attacking power of the concentrated sword is not weak, the same as before, but it failed to use Gu Fenghua's innate earth-type holy spirit root to form a powerful defense comparable to the fourth-rank emperor saint. And this is their greatest reliance.
Otherwise, relying on this kind of attack alone, it is okay to deal with ordinary emperors, how could it pose a real threat to a top powerhouse like Changsun Luocang?
It's over, it's really over now. Although several people knew that the sword that was both offensive and defensive had the possibility of failure. Their injuries were not healed, not only their holy energy was almost exhausted, but their spiritual sense was also seriously damaged. It is normal to fail, but at this moment, it is still inevitable Not trembling.
Ye Wuse suddenly took a step forward and made a handprint.
"No!" Lornen exclaimed in shock.
She remembered very clearly that this handprint was learned from the Zichen Hall of the Xinghua Temple, and it was also an ancient thaumaturgy that exploded the holy energy to the extreme, thus killing the opponent together!
Ye Wuse didn't seem to hear her voice, and continued to make fingerprints with a determined face. He knew that only in this way would it be possible to pose a little threat to Changsun Luocang and give others a chance to survive!
"Don't!" Seeing Ye Wuse's actions, several Sect Masters not far away also exclaimed in unison.
Although they couldn't recognize what kind of handprint it was, they could still feel the tragic aura on Ye Wuse's body. This aura was surprisingly similar to the aura when Zhan Jiuzhou blew himself up. Even with their toes, they could guess Find out what this amazingly handsome young man wants to do.
I have seen with my own eyes the high fighting spirit of Gu Fenghua and the others fighting to the death, and seen their unyielding will, even the lords of the Holy Sect are impressed by it. Seeing these young people survived the catastrophe and saved their lives under Zhan Jiuzhou's self-destruct, they couldn't help crying with joy. Of course, they couldn't bear to watch Ye Wuse die like this.
It would be fine if he could die with Changsun Luocang, but Changsun Luocang is not them, and Ye Wuse is not Zhan Jiuzhou. A decent threat.
Amidst the exclamation, all the suzerains of the Holy Sect rushed forward, and the disciples of all the sects followed closely behind.
Qin Xiude, Wu Zhixing and the others also rushed up, they were also impressed by Gu Fenghua and the others, even if it wasn't for Gu Fenghua to refine the holy pill, or to observe her alchemy, they wouldn't want to see them lose their lives Yu Changsun Luocang's men.
Chang Aotian, Ling Xuanxin and others were even more furious, roaring in unison and flying towards Changsun Luocang.
However, it's too late! The eldest grandson Luocang has already made up his mind, no matter what today, he must get Gu Fenghua's storage bracelet and the fairy grass, otherwise it would be impossible to sacrifice his natal artifact. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com