With such wishful thinking in mind, Duan Qingyun almost laughed out loud. This time, when I came to Chengyun Valley, not only did I find the holy pattern as I wished, but I also got rid of Gu Fenghua and others, and at the same time, I was able to subdue three powerful dead men. It was really a worthwhile trip.
Resisting the urge to laugh out loud, Duan Qingyun raised his palm again facing Gu Fenghua and the others, and a huge and ethereal palm image appeared out of thin air again.
Dead man, wait, dead man! At this moment, Duan Qingyun suddenly thought of something, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Weng Yuanming.
And at the same time as he turned his head, the three long swords stabbed silently towards his back. Seeing him turning his head, the owner of the long swords shouted at the same time, injecting all the holy energy that had been stored for a long time into the long sword.
In an instant, the three long swords shone white and frosty, and with the sound of breaking through the air, the invisible space began to distort, as if pierced by it.
"One sword, cut the prehistoric world!" In the other direction, Dao Dao Hua Guang also burst out from Gu Fenghua's long sword wrapped in thick silk cloth.
"Beidou, Batian!" On Fatty Bai's face, a murderous intent had never been seen before.
"Holy Soul, Tianpo!" Ye Wuse's eyes became blood red again, full of melancholy and sorrow, but his eyes were as bright as stars in the night sky, as if he could see through the vicissitudes of the world.
"Nine days, Phantom Thunder!" Although Luo Enen was a little distracted and made a move a little slower than before, he finally recovered in time and did not lose his tacit understanding with them. Because of the churning anger in his heart, the power of this sword was even greater than before.
"Dragon Sword, Wuzun!" Ye Yunji's expression became more stern, and the golden sword light slashed down, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a faint golden light.
There is only one chance, and everyone will explode their strength to the extreme.
Of course Fang Yunsong and Tang Junhou are no exception. Among the crowd, they are the two weakest, but who knows if they will be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.
"Looking for death!" Duan Qingyun was startled and angry when he saw Weng Yuanming and the others turned back, and suddenly stopped, and slapped them with the palm that was going to be slapped at Gu Fenghua and others.
I have to say that the acting skills of the three of Weng Yuanming are really superb. I just heard their bloody and tearful accusation, saw their distraught faces, and the muddy old tears on their faces, let alone Luo Enen, Even Gu Fenghua secretly cursed shamelessly, and after watching them get more and more involved in acting, she felt that something was wrong. Based on her understanding of the three of them, no matter how shameless they are, they shouldn't be so shameless, right?
Duan Qingyun didn't understand the three of them at all, and he completely believed in their nonsense, so he was not even the slightest bit defensive. In the end, although he faintly sensed that something was wrong, his mind was distracted, and the palm he pulled back was even more pale. Hurry up, and the power is also greatly reduced.
Amidst the loud "boom", most of the domineering and condensed palm was split by Weng Yuanming and the three together.
However, the gap in strength was still too great, and the three of Weng Yuanming didn't take advantage of it. They were all shocked back again and again, and the long sword in their hands showed cracks.
The giant palm continued to slap the three of them on the head. The faces of the three of them changed drastically. Although they had already guessed how big the gap between their own strength and the envoy was, they still did not expect that the sword that they had prepared for a long time and tried their best would be like this in front of Duan Qingyun. vulnerable. You must know that this is still unexpected and intentional versus unintentional. If they confronted each other head-on, they would have been buried under the palm of their hands. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com