What's this? Everyone was puzzled, and they didn't dare to take action lightly. After all, they had to run for their lives. Every time they took a shot, they would lose more holy energy and less chance of surviving.
Their doubts did not last too long, and after a while, the answer appeared in front of them.
"Crack, click, click, click" The phantom formations broke open one after another. A blue long silk floated in the sky, like a cloud, shedding thousands of raindrops.
Duan Qingyun's angry face appeared in sight again.
Natal artifact! Gu Tonghua and others were astonished. The aura contained in this cyan long silk is so similar to the Haochen Duotian Seal envoyed by Lord Haochen, the Demon Whip of Chengyun Township envoyed by Lord Chengyun, and the Luocang Seven-Star Banner entrusted by Changsun Luocang. resemblance. In all likelihood, it is Duan Qingyun's natal artifact!
They guessed right, this long cyan silk is called Qingyun Huankong Ling, and it is Duan Qingyun's natal artifact¡ªa powerful artifact that can detect emptiness and open the phantom array!
"Flee, I see where else you can escape to?" Duan Qingyun stared at Gu Fenghua and the others, and roared angrily.
Famous for tens of thousands of years, he can be said to be admired by all people in Wuji Shengtian, and many people even regard him as a legend. On weekdays, even a strong man who is also a king's envoy like Changsun Luocang would give in to him. Gu Fenghua, but he was deflated again and again. This time, he was coaxed around by Weng Yuanming and others, and he was almost attacked by them.
In a sense, they have actually succeeded. At this moment, Duan Qingyun's right sleeve was broken in half, exposing a shriveled arm. A big hole was opened, and the breeze blew by, blowing his clothes, revealing the delicate ribs on both sides.
Fortunately, no outsiders were present, otherwise those who recognized him would know that he was Duan Qingyun's emissary, while those who didn't recognize him would think he was an old beggar who ran out from somewhere.
Ever since the tragedy of annihilation, Duan Qingyun has never suffered such a big loss, how can he not be angry, how can he not hate, not only hate Gu Fenghua, but also hate the three brothers Weng Yuanming to death.
Before the words finished, Duan Qingyun jumped up, and rushed towards Gu Fenghua and the others like an eagle pouncing on a chicken.
His face was slightly pale, it's no wonder, although Qingyun Huankong Ling itself is a magic weapon, but it is not so easy to break through the phantom formations of Chengyun Valley one after another It takes a lot of holy energy to do this. What's more, he was caught off guard by Weng Yuanming and others before, and then he had to resist the joint sword attack of Gu Fenghua, Ye Yunji and others, and also resisted the desperate siege of three brats. It was not as easy as it seemed on the surface , the holy gas is seriously depleted.
Being in mid-air, he even felt a little tight, but he hated Gu Fenghua and the others to death, especially the three brothers Weng Yuanming, so he couldn't care less.
With his cultivation base, not to mention just losing some holy energy, even if his cultivation base drops by one level, he has absolute confidence to kill the opponent in one fell swoop!
At this time, Duan Qingyun had forgotten that, in fact, every time, he was so confident, but the ending always made him so disappointed, even ashamed.
Gu Fenghua and the others had originally hoped to delay for a while with the help of those phantom formations, but now that they saw the Qingyun phantom sky floating like flying silk, one after another phantom formations were broken, they knew that their wish had completely come to nothing. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com