"Pfft!" Duan Qingyun spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew out heavily. A sword mark on his chest was deep enough to show bone, and thousands of drops of blood were sprinkled wherever it passed.
All around, there was a sudden dead silence, and Weng Yuanming, Luo Enen and others were completely stunned.
Gu Fenghua and Ye Yunji, these two fourth-rank emperor saints, actually hurt Duan Qingyun These are the peak powerhouses of the ninth-rank emperor saints, and they are also the top powerhouses of Wuji Shengtian.
Only now did they know how tyrannical the Cangchen Saint Mark was, and only then did they know how tyrannical the power that Ye Yunji suppressed in his blood was. They could all see clearly that this time, Ye Yun Ji finally took off the blood in his chest, and unleashed his strongest sword without any reservations.
Duan Qingyun was also stunned, and even forgot the wound on his chest, staring blankly at Gu Fenghua and Ye Yunji: Impossible, how could they have such a strong strength, could it be that they thought wrong, they had actually taken the holy The pattern is completely refined!
"One sword, cut the prehistoric world!"
"Dragon Sword, Wuzun!" Before Duan Qingyun could react, Gu Fenghua and Ye Yunji held the long sword tightly again and took the initiative to attack.
Although Duan Qingyun was seriously injured with a sword, both of them knew very well that such an injury would not hurt Duan Qingyun's foundation. Once he was relieved, he would still be doomed.
Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, this is the best opportunity for them to fight back!
"You are looking for death, you are looking for death!" The shining sword light came into his eyes, Duan Qingyun finally regained his sobriety, and let out another roar of embarrassment and indignation.
Blood gushed out of his chest, and his heart felt like a knife was cut, dripping with blood.
Even he himself can't remember exactly when he was injured like this last time. What made him even more angry was that this time, he was injured by the hands of two juniors of the fourth rank of emperor.
Great shame, this is the real shame. It wasn't until this moment that Duan Qingyun realized that there is no most shame in this world, only more shame!
In grief and anger, he pushed his palms together again, but only pushed halfway, and hesitation appeared in his eyes again.
?Looking at Gu Fenghua's attack just now, they may have completely refined the holy pattern, and if they continue to fight, it will be difficult for them to take advantage of it. Perhaps it is the best choice to leave immediately.
He was tangled in his heart for a moment, and soon, his gaze returned to its previous firmness.
If Gu Fenghua and the others had really refined the holy pattern, why wait until Lonen and the others were seriously injured before attacking with all their strength? It seems that they haven't completely refined the holy pattern, and the attack just now has probably been exhausted Holy spirit, right now it's just a bluff.
Besides, even if they really refined the holy pattern completely so what, with their strength, they can't exert the true power of the holy pattern at all, and they can't use it a few times at all. I was caught off guard by them only because I didn't know anything about this holy pattern. Now that I am prepared, what advantage can they take.
Don't miss this opportunity and don't come again. If you miss this time, I'm afraid there will be no chance in the future, and even one day, you will die in the hands of Gu Fenghua and others. How can he look forward to the future!
I have to say that Chang Aotian's words are correct, and those who can be among the ranks of emperors and envoys are not the ones with extraordinary temperament. Even Changsun Luocang is like this, let alone Duan Qingyun.
Having made up his mind, Duan Qingyun pushed out his palms without hesitation, with a sneer on his face.
Is it a bluff, let me see how long you can pretend? Even if it's not a bluff, let me see how long you can hold on?
Duan Qingyun didn't know, he was wrong, completely wrong!
"Swipe!" The bloody demon knife appeared out of thin air again.
Duan Qingyun's sarcastic sneer suddenly froze on his face. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com